LOGINKael’s POVI stormed out of the room, seething with rage. I could feel the madness beating like a drum in my head and the bloodthirst bubbling in my throat preparing to boil over—I could feel myself about to lose control if it wasn’t sated fast.All I could feel was rage and betrayal as my father’s
“The truth is…” he said hesitantly. “Back when we were kids, I know I never really talked to you but the reason why was that I…I had feelings for you. I…I’ve always regretted how everyone treated you when we were kids. I always hoped to find you again and get you out of there, even then. I begged an
Lyra’s POVThings settled into a new normal over the next few days.I would spend most of my time with other pack members during the day and every night I’d eat dinner with Kael and the others. Kael was entirely busy repairing the issues in the pack’s defenses that the rogues had created. He would c
Lyra’s POVBefore any of the rogues could blink, other smaller wolves suddenly jumped out and descended on them.I kept my eyes on my large wolf savior that was stalking towards me as the fight continued around us.I could tell by the size and solid color of the fur that I was looking at an alpha, a
Rule number one: catch them off guard. I couldn’t move but thankfully they hadn’t noticed whatever drug they had used had worn off and I woke up. It wasn't much…but at least it was a chance.Rule number two: gather information. I was in a random forest with no identifiable landmarks, dead end. It wa
Lyra’s POVI had a hard time falling asleep that night after speaking to Kael. The guards he sent to watch over me had assured me that everything was fine, that the rogues were being handled.I knew the guards were probably right, but it set me on edge that I hadn’t seen Kael since.I felt a sudden
KAELHolt was still talking.He had been talking for fourteen minutes. I knew because I had been counting. He stood on the raised platform in his formal pack coat and delivered the kind of speech built entirely out of words that meant nothing.I was standing along the back wall because sitting felt
KAELShe turned back. Her hands were shaking. I could see it through the grip on the decanter, through every careful movement she made. But she found the glass without asking, tipped the bottle, and poured.Not a single drop spilled.Four servants had been assigned to this room in three days. The fi
LYRAI did not sleep.I sat in the doorway of the nursery all night, that was as close as they would let me, and I watched my son breathe. The nurses changed his swaddle twice. His color stayed good. By the time gray light came through the window, his fists were curling in sleep the way healthy babi
KAEL"It's a boy! You are warmly invited—"I dropped it into the fire.Gary stood three steps back. He always kept exactly three steps back when I was reading correspondence, close enough to answer, far enough to run. After six years as my beta, he had developed an excellent instinct for distances.







