Mag-log inMeredithThe words landed, and I frowned before I'd thought about it, then turned to Kieran almost immediately.His eyes were already burning. He hadn't moved a muscle, but the air around him had pulled tight, and the wolves near enough to feel it had gone still.I stepped in and put my hand on his arm."I'll go," I said. "I'll do the interview."His jaw worked. He didn't argue, and he didn't agree either, but I felt the storm going on under my hand, pressed down and nowhere near settled."Meredith." Just my name, low."I know." I squeezed once and let go. "Let me."They didn't take us far in. Whatever the crown wanted, Kieran wasn't going to walk the King's man through the heart of Silverthorn, so we stopped at the wide receiving room off the front hall, the one kept for guests who weren't really guests. The hearth was cold. A long table ran down the middle of it, and the tall windows looked straight back out onto the drive, where I could still see wolves standing in the grey light,
KieranI'd read her replies four times over, and I still hadn't wiped the stupid look off my face.She'd made a beautiful mess of the whole timeline, and I scrolled it slow the way a man savours a thing he shouldn't, past the strangers arguing over her and the reposts stacking up, until my eyes went back where they kept going, to the one she'd left under Alarick's neat little speech. Concern listens, Alarick. You never once did. I read that one twice more on its own, because I'd been in the room when she fired it, and I'd heard the exact moment it started, when she went still over her phone and called him a sanctimonious bastard loud enough to kill every other sound at the table.She'd meant Holt, and she'd sent that reply straight after, without asking a soul, the way she did everything when her temper got out ahead of her sense. I found I liked knowing that about her. She got angry, and then the world got a decision, and half the time it was a better one than the careful people e
The Alpha KingThe official across the table had been talking for a while, and he stopped the moment I reached for my water.He didn't stop because I told him to. He stopped because I'd moved, and everyone at that table had spent years learning to watch my hands. Nine of the oldest bloodlines in the coalition sat around it, wolves who ruled their own territories like small gods at home, and here they waited on me to lift a cup before any of them dared finish a sentence. I set the water down. He picked the sentence back up where he'd dropped it.We were into the dull part of the day, a stretch of border two territories both wanted and neither would pay to hold, a grain shortage out east, a patrol report with three dead names on it that meant three letters I'd be writing myself. Then Marius laid another folder down in front of me, and Kieran Croft's name was on the front of it.I didn't sigh. I never let them see that. But my jaw set, because that name kept turning up on this table late
CloverI'd told myself to stop reading an hour ago, but my thumb kept dragging the feed down anyway.For a while it had gone the way it was supposed to. The picture landed and the circles tore into her, the cast-off bride throwing herself at the Rogue Alpha, moved on before the flowers wilted, all of it. I'd sat here and let it warm me. Then Meredith opened her mouth, and it turned.Every refresh made it worse.CoastRunNell: she stood up to him with one line. queen behaviour honestly.GreyFangMira: funny how he only wanted her back the second she stopped waiting.OldHowlTruth: "try to keep up" I'm going to think about that for a week.They'd taken her replies and made banners out of them. Then why is he still chasing it. I walked away from one. Try to keep up. People were pinning the garden photograph to the top of their own posts now, not as shame, as proof. Look how she's holding him. That's not a woman who was forced into anything.The picture I'd sent out to bury her had become th
MeredithI had already decided I wasn't replying.The insult sat under Hayley's comment, and I read it twice and told myself it didn't matter. The account had four followers and a stolen picture for a face. Answering it would only feed it, and I'd already said everything I needed to say in the post itself. So I locked the phone and made myself listen to Silas.He was on about the angle again, that the picture had come from above, from a window or the gallery. I lasted a few seconds.The phone buzzed in my hand.I looked down before I'd decided to. Same insult, still there. Alarick dodged a bullet. My thumb drifted toward the reply box, hovered, and I dragged it back and locked the screen again.Silas said something about the older passages. Sera said whoever took it knew the house well enough to pick the right spot. Kieran asked whether an outsider could have gotten up there without being seen. I caught the shape of it and lost the middle, because the phone went off against my palm o
KieranThe headache had started before the sun and kept building since, and the silver under my ribs pulled every time I breathed too deep. Reports sat across the low table, two phones, a cup of tea gone cold at the edge, and I hadn't touched any of it. My thumb pressed hard into my forehead, and my eyes had narrowed down to a slit hours ago.None of that was what I kept looking at.Since everyone is so curious: yes, I kissed my husband. I'd do it again. Next time, find a better angle.I read it again. I knew every word by now, but I read it again anyway, and my gaze caught on the same two places it kept catching. My husband. I'd do it again. A tired laugh got out of me, and I rubbed my forehead because it was reckless and shameless and exactly what I should have expected from her.She'd walked away from Alarick in front of his whole pack instead of begging him back. She'd kept pulling at the medicine problem after my own people told her to leave it. She'd come to me on her own feet
MeredithKieran’s words hung in the air like a sentence already passed.We leave for Silverthorn at dawn.The arrangement wasn’t just ink and blood and arguments anymore. I was actually going to leave with him. The reality of it settled over the room like weight pressing down on everyone standing t
Meredith Kieran Croft. The name wouldn’t stop repeating in my head. Stories came with it, the kind whispered across territories when people thought no one important was listening. The Rogue Alpha. The leader of Silverthorn who’d been accused of betraying the coalition. The man other packs avoi
MeredithSix days had passed since I agreed to the arrangement, and I still didn't know the Alpha's name.I'd spent those days imagining every possible kind of man my father could have hidden from me. Old and desperate for an heir. Cruel and looking for someone he could control. Politically dangero
MeredithThe Benic estate looked exactly the way I remembered it. Grand iron gates, sprawling gardens that someone else maintained, and the main house rising three stories high with windows that caught the late afternoon sun. I'd grown up here, spent eighteen years learning how to be the perfect da







