LOGINIt might be the last time I ever heard him laugh. Mother was killed soon after.I couldn’t protect her, but I will do everything in my power to protect my people. Starting with killing three Sun Warriors and getting one step closer to finding my mole.I release the arrow, but I don’t watch the elega
OwenAfter Tresalia has enthusiastically agreed to join the war efforts against the Sun Warriors, I head northwest toward the outer border between Tresalia and Quartane. It’s not particularly hard to convince anyone to go to war against the humans, what with the continued werewolf killings.That and
Then again, it would have been disastrous for the kingdom if I ended up with a human, and the daughter of the most fearsome Sun Warrior our people have ever known at that. I would have been blinded by my love for Amelia and never understood how terrible humans could be.I would have been wholly unpr
OwenDiego wanted to join me. But I couldn’t let him come. I sent him with Father to the eastern territories instead.Diego’s still my number one suspect as our mole, so I need him as far away from my plan as possible.I bounce atop my trotting horse through Dosian toward the beginning of the Red Fo
I make sure he eats, that someone offers to take care of him for the night. Tomorrow, we’ll talk to him more and send out scouts to see if he has any living family members left alive. If not, there are a lot of families here ready to adopt another child orphaned by werewolves.He’ll be okay.I have
NatashaOnce the First Quarter is back in view, I slow my jog to a walk for the comfort of the child on my back. He’s not hurt, so we’re not in a rush now that we’re almost back to the village.Sebastian and the scout from today’s run hurry past me, carrying a man between them. He was conscious when
AmeliaThe worst part about Ava beating me and dragging me around the palace by my braid was not the pain or the humiliation or the debasement of no one caring that she was hurting me. The injuries will all heal eventually and the pain will increase my tolerance for more pain. The humiliation and de
I hate being mad at my brother.“Be careful,” I say to Amelia. I mean for it to come out gently, but it comes out as more of a growl. Then she disappears out the door I burst through earlier, not bothering to close it on her way out.Maybe she’s hoping that she’ll be able to hear if our argument esc
“Fuck Father? Since when have you and I traded places?”I laugh, too. “Since I found something of more value to me than his acceptance.”Diego wags his eyebrows. “Freeing, isn’t it?”I laugh again, remembering Raleigh is in the room. “Please don’t tell the king I said that.”“Said what?” he replies
“It may seem insignificant to you,” he says, “but in all my years, not one person has understood or cared to even know what it was like to be abandoned by my brother for reasons out of my control. The fact that you… well, it wouldn’t be so bad to bring you joy.”It’s the way he can’t look at me whil







