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Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

“So strong‑willed… like your mother.” “Shut up! What do you know? Don’t you compare me to her!” Grimm squeezes my hand, calming me. After an unbearable silence, the King finally speaks. “Let me show you the truth.” He snaps his fingers, and a storm of crows bursts toward Grimm and me. They strike too fast for us to react, then the world dissolves. We are pulled into a vision. The Raven Wolf King lies beneath a towering oak, his back pressed to the trunk, eyes closed, breaths ragged. Blood drains from the gaping wound in his chest. The battlefield around him is riddled with the fallen—men, wolves, and ravens alike.

"And you brought your... guest." "Mate," I said. "Of course." Katherine's smile didn't waver. "How lovely. There's a place for you at the table. Both of you." She touched my arm. I pulled away. "I need to check on my daughter," Ariel said. "She's with Nikolai." I nodded. "I'll find you later." She walked away without looking back. —————————————— The celebration began with a hunt. Wolves shifted into their full forms and disappeared into the forest, their howls echoing through the trees. The pack was restless, hungry for entertainment, and the sparring matches were the only thing that satisfied them.

She couldn’t be. Because King Valir had only been actively hunting and collecting Ronas for the past twenty years. Before that, Ronas lived freely in a secluded village in Akasha Forest. Only those who prayed to the Earth Goddess and were given the blessing of sight could find the village. Every Wolf King that sought a Rona bride knew this. They had always been respectful and only brought one Rona at a time. The Earth Goddess also gave the blessing to humans, elves, and even trolls. And while most only sought after the Rona they loved, one human in particular had led an army to capture all the Ronas and brought them out from the village to be his personal collection and weapon of negotiation

It was the same wolf that stopped Karl. The wolf king. The alpha. It was my first time seeing him in human form, but even from a distance, the difference was obvious. He wasn’t just another wolf. He was the one who couldn't be challenged. His gaze moved slowly and deliberately across the room. The other wolves dared not meet his eyes. His gaze finally landed on me. Karl released me immediately. The impact knocked the air out of me. My body hit the stone. I dropped to the ground hard, hard enough to send a sharp vibration through my spine, hard enough to paralyze me.

“The werewolves will unite. In fact, Darren is on track to become Alpha King of all the werewolves.” The chief’s lip curled. “Alpha King, eh? Is that so?” “Yes. And I will be his Luna Queen.” My pulse throbbed. What the hell was I doing? What was I saying? “You think you can manipulate me because I have a kind heart,” I somehow managed to go on, my voice growing cold despite the terror coursing through my veins. “But a kind heart isn’t a weakness. It’s a strength. And if you don’t grant equal rights to every single person—werewolf and human alike—if you continue to fan the flames of these riots, these protests... I won’t negotiate at all.”

But how the fuck was I supposed to name a mate from among these pitiful creatures without walking straight into yet another failure? But Ghere must have read my wave to proceed as the signal to begin the rite, because he stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Ladies, I know the day has been difficult, but I assure you, you are safe here. The King Himself, Casimir Augustus Klane, is here to greet and assess you. Despite our, er, unconventional beginning, I hope you understand that it is a great honor to stand here today. The King of Wolves seeks a mate. A human mate. You alone have been selected from among your kind for his consideration.”

I exclaimed in surprise and amazement when the king and his son circled each other before the king nuzzled his big head against the black wolf, who did the same. I was told Waian's wolf can't communicate but he probably recognizes his family and me at least. The king shifted to his human form and I looked away, not exactly thrilled to see the junk of my mates' father. I saw someone handing him a robe out of the corner of my eyes and I looked at him when he's covered.

Spinning on his knees, sharp and fast like lightning, he changed direction and ran, straight at me. “No!” I breathed, my feet pounding harder. Another wolf came out of nowhere, a cloud of dark brown as it jumped into the scene and tried to block his path toward me. But it didn’t stop the king. He grinned, it was bloody, sinnister and wide, before he turned around fully, without hesitation, and launched into the air. The sound of bones cracking, flesh reshaping—it was terrifying. His wolf landed like thunder, shaking the dock. Black. Huge. A beast made of nightmares.

he replied hoarsely, through dried lips. “Trade…and she took the son of the Alpha?” the King droned, his expression never changing. Dax stared again. “My King –” Dax whispered. Before Dax could blink, the King stood before him, staring down at him. The Alpha King was a large wolf. Tall by any standard, wide by any measure, and built like a rock. He looked like Reyland in his original large form, except that every part of him was muscle, and his proportions were streamlined.