LOGINThe next morning, I woke to the soft sound of Eilis moving quietly around the bed. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to remain deep and steady, pretending to be fast asleep."Sleep, Raven," Eilis muttered softly under his breath, his warm fingers brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. "It's better if you stay in your room today. You don't need to witness this."I heard the click of the chamber doors as he stepped out, heading off to prepare the execution arena. He wanted a grand, public display to send a message to the entire kingdom.The moment his footsteps faded down the hall, I threw off the covers and swung my legs out of bed. The cool air hit my skin, sending a shiver through me, but there was no time to hesitate.My heart hammered against my ribs as I slipped out of my chambers using the hidden passage behind the tapestries—breaking the promise I had made to my guards to stay put. I moved quickly through the secret corridors, my eyes scanning every grate and doo
"Sit down on the edge of the bed," Eilis said softly. He guided me over and gently pressed down on my shoulders until I was seated. "Let me help you relax."I sat stiffly, staring at the floor as he kicked off his boots and moved behind me. His large, warm hands settled onto the base of my neck, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles near my shoulders.He was being so tender, so attentive, but all I could picture was the cold, indifferent way he had looked past that chained witch just minutes ago.If he finds out... if the letter writer reveals who I am... he will turn those same cold eyes on me."You're completely tense, Raven," Eilis murmured, his thumb working a deep knot near my spine. "I know it wasn't easy down there. Executions aren't supposed to be easy to order. But you did the right thing for our family. For our child.""Did I?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the crackle of the hearth fire. I kept my eyes fixed on my hands, which were resting nervously against
The atmosphere in the tribunal chamber was... I didn't even know what I was feeling. I sat at the center desk, the wood feeling less like a position of authority and more like a barrier holding me back from a cliff. The room was empty of the usual roaring pack members, but the silence was far more terrifying. Eilis stood right beside me, his large frame casting a long shadow across my desk. Down below, heavily shackled in silver chains that hummed with a faint, suppressing energy, was the captured witch. He looked bruised and exhausted, but every time his dark eyes shifted toward me, my heart stopped. He was waiting for me to do what the letter had ordered. "Pass the verdict, Raven," Eilis said, his voice flat, cutting through the silence of the room. "Order his execution. We have extracted everything we could from him regarding the memory block on Mirabel. He is of no more use to us." My fingers dug into the edge of the desk. If I signed this death warrant, whoever wrote that
A month flew by in a blur of palace politics, hushed whispers, and a rapidly changing reality.For one thing, I couldn't ignore my condition anymore. With a wolf pregnancy lasting only three months, a single month for me was like leaping forward an entire trimester. My stomach had rounded out into a very noticeable bump, and every single day, the cravings seemed to get weirder and harder to ignore.Who knew craving steak dipped in honey or bacon with sour pickles was weird? The palace staff had finally stopped looking at me like I was completely crazy when I asked for the strange food combinations, but I still caught them whispering whenever I passed by.And the puking—gods, don't get me started on the puking. It was the absolute worst. Now I had to make the guards sniff the surroundings before I went anywhere, because a single bad whiff could call up my entire gut.I sat at the small desk in my chambers, gently rubbing my stomach as I stared out the window at the sunny courtyard. W
I managed to finish my small piece of meat, trying my best to swallow it quickly and ignore the ongoing, wide-eyed stares from the kitchen staff. Once I was done, I sheepishly wiped my fingers on a clean cloth a hurried servant offered me, gave everyone another apologetic nod, and made a swift exit.The two guards fell into step right behind me as I headed back up the stairs. My stomach was finally quiet, but as the wonderful warmth of the food settled, the reality of my situation rushed right back in to take its place.I went straight back to my room, locking the door behind me.All I could do was wait.One full day passed in an agonizing blur of pacing, checking the door, and staring out the window. Every time I heard a sound in the corridor, my heart jumped into my throat, hoping it was Denis returning with the piece of evidence that would save Alpha Loran’s life.When the door finally opened and Denis slipped inside, my chest tightened. He looked exhausted, his shoulders slumped
She looked up and smiled at me, her expression brightening. “Look who it is, if it isn't the prince's pregnant consort.”I smiled a little as I took the seat next to her. “How are you?”“As well as an old lady can be,” she answered, putting away her knitting tools. “The prince won't come barging in, right?”She said it with a smile, but I could tell she meant what she was asking. “He won't.”We both stared at each other for a while, our gaze unwavering, before I broke the silence with a sigh. “Can I trust you, Marilyn?”She smirked. “If you're asking that, then I haven't done a good job with being your friend. Of course you can trust me, Raven.”I nodded. “Why did no one see fit to tell me this pregnancy won't be for nine months, but three?”She chuckled. “Wolves carry for sixty days. We might look human, but we're wolves inside, so of course, we don't go longer than three months.”It made sense when she put it that way.“Have you found out anything about Matilda Octavia?” I watched a
Eilis looked ready to snap her in half, his posture a jagged line of restrained violence. I felt like a bird pinned to a board, having no idea how to defend myself. Every word that formed in my throat felt like a trap. If I spoke to softly, I was weak, but if I spoke too firmly, my voice would betr
I was navigating the edge of the dance floor, trying to reach a pillar where I could disappear for a moment, when it happened.A servant, darting through the crowd with a heavy silver tray of crystal flutes, misjudged the turn.We collided.It wasn't a hard hit, but my body was a map of raw nerves a
EILISThe bond burned.Not like fire though, this was a constant, pulsing pressure beneath my skin, it was a low ache that tightened every time I tried to ignore it.I braced both hands against the cold stone wall of the training chamber and bowed my head. Sweat slid down my spine, my scars pulling
My gaze took in the suffocating opulence of the hall. Gold leaf clung to every surface, reflecting the harsh glare of a thousand candles until the room felt like a polished fever dream.The air was heavy with the cloying scent of lilies and the rhythmic, predatory pulse of the orchestra. Between the







