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FINNIANThe table was filled with a variety of dishes: roasted venison, spiced chicken, wolf stew, grilled fish glazed in honey, ripe berries, pears, apples, figs, and sliced melons. The scent was maddening, rich enough to make my stomach twist with hunger before I even took a bite.I didn’t wait. I sat down and started eating, without a care for manners or stares.“Your men will be well taken care of,” the Alpha said with a polite smile.I nodded, swallowing hard and reaching for more meat, but I could already feel the sharp gaze burning into my skin again. His daughter’s.“Classara, you’re not eating?” her father asked, pulling her attention away from me.She blinked and smiled. “Oh, no. I am.”She looked down at her plate filled with roasted pheasant, grilled carrots, and fruit slices, and she shoved a forkful into her mouth. “See? I’m eating,” she said through the bite, still watching me.I shrugged, pretending not to notice, and turned back to my food.After a few minutes of sile

ISOLDEThe heavy door shut behind me with a deep thud. I dragged the end of my honey-gold royal gown across the marble floor, my heart pounding as I lifted my chin. Thank the goddess, he was alone. No wives. No Luna draped across his lap.Rowan didn’t even look up. His hand moved steadily over the scroll on his desk, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the paper like it was more important than air itself. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, but I didn’t rush to break it.Instead, I watched him.His face was still that cruelly beautiful one I had married, it was sharp, unreadable, carved by control. His hair looked darker now, blacker than night, and his lips... goddess, those lips still carried that silent authority that once made my knees weak. I hated myself for still noticing that for still wanting him.Because he hadn’t even tried to kiss me in a week. Not since I defended myself from his precious Luna’s jealousy.When he finally spoke, his voice was low and edg

ISOLDEI lifted my doubts, ignoring the tremor in my chest. My subconscious told me I was doing the right thing. I had no reason to fear anymore. Not him, not anyone, not when my own heart had been carrying a weight too long to bear alone.I reached Felda’s chamber. Her guards didn’t even announce my presence, they looked as if they’d seen a ghost. Not surprising. I hadn’t expected I’d have any reason to come here myself, let alone to step into her domain uninvited.“Your Highness,” they bowed, timid and stiff, but I ignored them.“Had she told you not to let me in?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the closed door.“No, Your Highness,” one said finally. “Queen Felda isn’t in her chamber. She’s in the garden.”Good. Relief bubbled inside me. I nodded, about to start walking, but stopped. What if she were with Rowan? I couldn’t embarrass myself or worse, get caught in a scene that would set him off.“Do you know who she’s meeting?” I asked, curiosity and caution threading through my voice.Th

FINNIANShouts, low and sharp, braided with ragged breathing. I heard men. I heard crying. I turned and saw some of my pack lingering at the edge, their faces pale, their hands clenched. I thought they had left. “Prince! Please fight back! Don’t die yet!” they murmured, like a prayer they did not mean.Then the ash wolf’s hand went flying. It was sudden like a clean, wet arc and blood spattered, bright and wrong against the gray night. He howled. The sound tore through whatever numbness had been wrapping me.A voice cut through the chaos. A voice I knew was like a blade. It made the world tilt and pull me upright. Classara.My heart knocked so hard I thought my ribs would crack. She was there. How? Why? Had she come to die?She screamed. The wolf's fangs bit down into her belly. Her white dress stained red at a slow, sickening spread. The color swallowed everything. I saw red. The world narrowed to the wet sound of her cry and the frantic beating of my own heart.Something inside me b

FINNIAN“I promise you, you’ll all pay for this if he dies,” I growled, pacing back and forth. My boots dragged against the dirt, the sound grinding into my skull like the rage burning inside me.It had been over a moon, and still, they couldn’t save him. Not with their herbs, not with their chants, not with their so-called healing touch.Daze lay there breathing, but barely. His eyes never opened. His side had swollen so badly it looked ready to burst. I clenched my fists, forcing the lump in my throat down. I couldn’t lose him. Not like this.We were going back to the Palace, Red Moon Pack. Our witches, our healers, they would fix him. They had to.“I should’ve taken him home since,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my hand through my hair, yanking hard enough to sting. I’d trusted these people. Trusted their words. But all they’d given me was false hope.No. I wouldn’t let him die here.“Daze, hang on,” I whispered, low and rough. “I know you’re strong. Just a little longer.”T