All Chapters of Rejected Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

The Crimson War began because the wolves panicked.There is no more dignified way to say it. The historians who came later tried. They wrote about strategic necessity, population preservation and the difficult decisions that governing bodies must sometimes make in times of crisis.What happened was panic.The wolf kings looked at their collapsing population, their dying old, their absent young, and they made a calculation. If the curse required witches to sustain it, then perhaps the curse would end when the witches did.And so the Crimson War began. A war of desperation dressed up as necessity, the war lasted for forty years.Forty years of a people who had already lost more than half their number fighting for survival against an enemy that outnumbered them, outweighed them, and outran them.The witches were extraordinary.But history is controlled by the Victors and the wolves The histories written by wolves after the war sometimes omit it, but the older records, the ones written d

I stood outside his study and gave myself exactly three seconds to be a normal person before I knocked.Three.Two.One.I knocked."Come in."I pushed the door open and walked in like I owned the place.I did not own the place.But I needed all the confidence I could muster.---The study felt exactly like him.Dark, imposing, and unnecessarily large. Maps on the walls from centuries ago that didn't match the modern world anymore.Kael was behind the desk.He didn't look up when I came in."You're late," he said.I looked at the clock on the wall."I'm thirty seconds late," I said."Yes.""That's not late. That's arriving."He looked up.I smiled at him.He did not smile back. He looked at me like my mere presence was disturbing the air around him."Sit," he said.I sat.He slid a stack of documents across the desk so large it should have had its own chair."Correspondence," he said. "Sort by territory. Urgent pile on the left, administrative on the right. Anything referencing the el

I had my own room. Technically. It was connected to his through a sitting room that had no door. Just an archway. Wide, open, and completely useless as a barrier between his space and mine. I had pointed this out. He had looked at the archway. Looked at me. "Yes," he had said. Like that was an answer. --- It was day one of the new arrangement, and I had convinced myself it was fine; it was only temporary.&n

The gathering was nothing like I had imagined. It was bigger, louder, and more alive than anything I had imagined. Torches were everywhere, not just lining the paths but hanging from structures built specifically for tonight, turning the whole grounds into something golden and breathing. Tables stretched further than I could see in every direction, loaded with food that smelled like something between a feast and a fantasy. Music from everywhere and nowhere simultaneously, drums underneath everything like a second heartbeat that my wolf felt before my ears registered it. And the people, there were hundreds. Wolves I had passed in corridors looked completely differen