EVELYNI didn’t know what to say to Elsa as she stared at me with those large, doe-like eyes of hers. She was so innocent-looking, so sweet… it felt difficult to tell her anything.She seemed to sense my discomfort and spoke quickly.“It’s okay if you don’t want to say,” she assured me. “I’m not trying to pry. I just… I hope I can be of help to you.”I smiled at her weakly, acknowledging her kind offer. “I appreciate it, Elsa. You’ve been helpful enough already.”I paused for a moment as images danced in my mind.“In fact, I’m not entirely sure what happened,” I admitted.“What do you mean, Evie?” Elsa prompted me softly, reclaiming her spot in the chair next to my bed. She took my hands again as if to comfort me, and it soothed me more than I expected. She was warm and kind, something I hadn’t experienced much of since arriving in the palace a year ago. It was refreshing to feel like someone cared for me, and I was grateful to call Elsa my friend.“I was awoken by Mrs. Porter and Mis
EVELYNNo part of the royal crypt was dedicated to Mistress Claudia?Had I heard Elsa correctly?I frowned at her, unsure of what to think about all of this. Though it was no great secret that the late King Theodore had abandoned his first wife in favor of Sylvia, letting her die lonely of illness, it surprised me to think that the former Alpha King wouldn’t honor her in some way. She and King Theodore had two children together.Wouldn’t that fact alone warrant a place in a crypt, even if their marriage was in shambles toward the end?As for the rest of the tale, the idea of a ghost wandering the river sounded too ridiculous to be true. Though Elsa seemed to believe it blindly, I knew Melanie and her band of gossiping maids were no strangers to conjuring grand lies. I had been the victim of enough of them to no longer trust her words.Rather than crush Elsa’s spirit, I made some sort of excuse after releasing a yawn and mentioned that I was feeling exhausted after my ordeal. My friend
COLE“Nonsense!” Lord Marcel Fox roared. His eyes, uptilted and narrowed, made him appear more like his namesake than a werewolf, and I sat back and watched patiently as he scolded his daughter. His angular face went scarlet with anger as he stood over Skyla, who was kneeling on the ground, sobbing. Her face was pale and her light green eyes were bloodshot as she wept.Anastasia was perched on a settee beside them, a bored expression on her face. She gazed down at her long, perfectly manicured nails as her relatives quarreled.As Skyla’s wailing continued, I gritted my teeth in frustration and gripped the chair beneath me. The sound of it was grating and I wanted nothing more than to finish with this business. “I’m sorry, F-F-Father,” Skyla stammered and sniffled. “I just wanted to m-mess with her-”“Mess with her?” Marcel thundered. “Have you lost your mind, Skyla? Look at what you’ve done! You’re lucky that nothing more happened out there!”His daughter’s shoulders tightened as sh
COLEAt the mention of her name, all eyes in the room turned to Mrs. Porter. The head maid’s face blanched and for the briefest of moments, I almost felt sorry for the older woman.Almost.“Is this true, Mrs. Porter?” I asked her directly, and after the gray-haired maid nodded, I cast a cold glance at Skyla. The young woman wilted slightly, flinching at the daggers I shot at her, and I watched her swallow heavily as she steeled herself for my wrath.“Did my stepmother’s maid grant you such liberties?” I asked Skyla.She nodded hastily, tucking her dark red hair behind her ear. “Yes. It was Mistress Anastasia’s personal maid who permitted me to speak with the other maid.”“Why didn’t you speak plainly about it before?” I pressed. “Why didn’t you say anything when I asked?”“I was s-s-scared, Your Majesty,” Skyla stammered, tears starting to flow down her pale face again. “I didn’t expect a conversation with a maid would lead to such an accident. It wasn’t my intention at all.”My lips
EVELYNI didn’t know what time it was when I awoke in the middle of the night. My vision was blurred, and I couldn’t yet manage to move. I had curled up on my side, facing the door, and I was grateful that Elsa had braided my thick hair away from my face because my body was coated in sweat.This was the worst I’d felt in years, but I was grateful to be alive. I let out a whimper as I tried to stretch. I remained under the covers, as moving was too difficult, but I knew I couldn’t stay here forever. My thirst was all-consuming, and since Elsa wasn’t here, I decided I needed to get up and find water elsewhere.A small yawn escaped me. When I cast the covers aside, I caught a faint smell and realized I wasn’t alone in the room. Beside me, someone was sitting on my bed with his back against the headboard.In normal circumstances, I should have screamed at the sight of an intruder or at least been frightened, but I recognized his scent immediately.“You’re awake?” Cole asked, his voice soun
EVELYNAs I was cleaning a room the next morning as a part of my daily tasks, my mind wandered. Though physically, I felt much better than the day before, I was still quite tired and sore.Mrs. Porter had assigned me to a small room near the end of a corridor, a little guest room that would be occupied soon. She was a little less stern with me than usual but impressed upon me that the room needed to be spotless.After ten minutes or so had passed by, I began to think about the night before and my shoulders tensed.Why did Cole flee from my room last night at the mere mention of Aiden? Why did he behave so strangely? Was it not my delusion that it was the Alpha King who saved me rather than Aiden?I glanced out the window at the rising sun. Though I was in a wing far from the Alpha King’s, a small part of me wished he would rush in here and explain himself. Of course, that was a ridiculous thought. Cole wasn’t known for his apologetic nature, so the mere notion of him returning to fin
EVELYN"Come on, Elsa," I encouraged my friend.We were hurrying toward one of the larger halls in the palace, and Elsa was lagging behind. She caught up without question, and together we hustled to where Mrs. Porter had ordered us to go. It was an important day.Today, the candidates for the Luna Selection would be choosing their personal maids.The past week had been grueling. Although we had never met the ladies in person, our workload had increased due to their demands. They had high standards for accommodations, some requiring blankets of a specific texture while others requested special foods be prepared exclusively for them.We were all exhausted. Many of us many had dark circles beneath their eyes for lacking sleep. Unfortunately, our workload was only going to increase further.Today, the maids and servants the ladies brought from their houses would be dismissed, and they would select a personal maid from the royal palace staff. According to Mr. Barrett and Mrs. Porter, our p
EVELYNThe tension in the room could be sliced by a blade. I stiffened, ready for her to reveal my surname and bring shame upon me in front of all of the maids.To my surprise, a smile formed on Leila’s lovely face.“I choose this one,” she said.Mrs. Porter’s cold eyes widened slightly in shock. She hesitated, and after glancing in my direction, the older woman cleared her throat.“My Lady, perhaps this choice would not be the best,” she advised politely but insistently. “There are other maids who might satisfy your needs much better than her. She is new to palace life and you might require someone more seasoned-”Despite the head maid’s comments, Leila remained smiling, but her tone changed. “Areto challenging my decision, Mrs. Porter?”There was a quiet ferocity in her voice and a shiver ran through me. She was more strong-willed than I’d anticipated. Mrs. Porter’s face paled. “No, My Lady. My apologies for questioning you. My intentions-”“Very well then,” Leila interrupted her,
EVELYNI ran as fast as I could through the alleys. Aiden and Oakley were ahead of me—Aiden carrying Cole on his back, while Oakley guided us.It had been a while since we’d escaped the fray, but we still didn’t dare slow down. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. It wasn’t just from the speed. It was a mix of shock and fear.I was certain Sylvia had just mind-controlled me, though I had no idea how. My arms shot out subconsciously to grab the others, pulling them along to run with me without making much sound. My legs moved on their own, weaving swiftly through the soldiers as if someone else had taken control of them. We maneuvered through the post while the soldiers were overwhelmed by Sylvia’s magic and Augus was still laughing at her incompetence, our eyes squeezed shut against the burning sensation on our bodies. Fortunately, for werewolves, we didn’t need much vision to navigate. We could rely on our keen sense of smell.And so, we succeeded.The winding alleys felt like a maz
EVELYNThe beautiful blue light from the sapphires surrounded us like a divine aura. My breath caught, and my eyes widened in a mix of fear and awe.As the sapphires hung suspended in the air, Sylvia let out a roar. The sound reverberated through the sky like thunder, and an unseen wave of power erupted from her.The soldiers were immediately thrown to the ground. They writhed as if scorched, and the wave continued to pulse, spreading its force.Jack knelt, digging his claws into the earth to steady himself, but he faltered, his body tumbling. Pain twisted his face, and he gritted his teeth. I almost felt sympathy for him, but that sentiment was fleeting. I couldn’t feel sorry for Jack Elrod—not now, not ever.For a split second, I thought I saw Cole stir, but when I glanced at him, his eyes were still shut, and his face was devoid of any expression. Before I could think further, the sapphire suddenly dropped to the ground with a sharp clink.Sylvia coughed, a stream of blood spilling
EVELYNI saw Aiden dash through like lightning, cutting down the soldiers who were trapping Leila. With a swift, brutal motion, he tore through the soldier who had been tightening the rope around Leila’s neck, severing his thumb in the process.Something tightened in my throat. I had never seen Aiden like this. His dark blue eyes, nearly black in the night’s shadows, carried an intensity I found unfamiliar, and his face was streaked with a fierceness that seemed out of place.When the soldiers reorganized, trying to corner him, Oakley sprinted over, kicking them away. Aiden gave him a brief nod of before he moved toward Leila, scooping her into his arms. His face softened as his eyes met mine“Aiden,” I said, my voice stiffer than I intended. My gaze shifted to Leila, who let out a faint gasp.She curled tightly in Aiden’s hold, her eyes shut as she struggled to breathe. Blood seeped from her right shoulder, and I realized she’d been pierced.Aiden gently lowered her to the ground.“E
EVELYNAugus seemed rather surprised by Jack’s unmoved demeanor. His green eyes scanned him intently, as though searching for a flicker of doubt or deceit. When he apparently found none, he shrugged with indifference. “That would be for the best.”Jack gave a curt nod and turned to the soldiers behind him. With a wave of his hand, he issued a clear order: “Seize them. Alive.”Without sparing Stephanie so much as a glance—as though her outburst had never happened—Jack strode away to join Augus. Together, they stood watching as the soldiers swarmed toward us, their expressions coldly detached. Augus, in particular, seemed to savor the unfolding chaos, as though it were nothing more than a game of siege.Stephanie looked utterly lost, her chestnut-brown eyes widening in disbelief before becoming vacant. The crumpled paper slipped from her hand and fluttered to the ground.“Why…” she murmured. “He’s not him…He’s not my brother…”I grabbed her arm and pulled her back as the soldiers advan
EVELYNA chill crept down my spine as I locked eyes with Augus. Rationally, I knew better than to believe him. Everyone in Hescor knew magic was vile, filthy, despicable—banned in every form. How could we possibly be born with magic blood?Yet my gaze lingered on the sapphire dagger in his hand, now glistening faintly after absorbing Skyla’s blood. Deep down, my intuition whispered that Augus’s words might hold a grain of truth.Stephanie’s fists clenched, her voice rising with fury. “How dare you! You’re defiling the name of werewolves with your lies!”“Defiling?” Augus let out a booming laugh. “You should acquaint yourself with true history, Miss Elrod. Like your brother has.”My eyes flicked to Jack. His expression was grim, impassive—yet unsettlingly unsurprised.Stephanie turned toward him, her lips trembling as she struggled to contain her emotions. She failed. “Is that what you believe? Is that what you want? To let this outsider trample on our land, to tarnish our country?”Ja
EVELYNSkyla didn’t let out a single cry before the blade pierced her chest. The bashful smile she’d worn just seconds ago froze on her face. Her bluish-green eyes widened ever so slightly in shock at the sudden action.Augus slowly withdraw the blue blade, and Skyla’s body crumpled to the ground with a hollow thud. Blood poured from her wound, spreading like a dark, gruesome carpet beneath her.Melanie, standing just behind Skyla, stumbled back with a shrill. Piercing scream cut through the air like a thunderclap. It was a sound of pure, unfiltered anguish.Marcel Fox stood paralyzed, his face drained of color. He stared in mute horror at his daughter’s lifeless form. His trembling lips parted as though to speak, but no words came.I felt as though the world had stopped. My body locked in place, my breath caught in my throat. The crowd around me stood in stunned silence, the weight of the moment pressing down on us like an invisible hand. Even Jack’s hand on my arm tightened briefly,
EVELYNLeila's eyes widened as realization crashed over her. Her gaze locked onto the man posing as Seb, filled with panic. It was rare to see Leila—so confident and expressive—reduced to fear. I couldn’t blame her. Though I managed to keep my composure, a chill crawled down my spine, threatening to weaken my knees. None of us could have foreseen this situation.Except, perhaps, my intuition, though it hadn’t helped me in the end. I couldn’t shake the thought of what might have happened if I had listened to it earlier. But even with hindsight, I wasn’t sure what we could have done differently.Father had once taught Conner and me that to defeat an enemy, you must know them as well as you know yourself. Yet here, I felt I didn’t know either well enough.“Augus should’ve just arrived at Windsburn, shouldn’t he?” Leila whispered, leaning toward me with disbelief.I pursed my lips, keeping my gaze on Augus, as I forced my voice to remain steady. “I’m afraid it must be a smokescreen to dis
EVELYNThe street stretched out before us, unnervingly still. The stalls stood closed, their wooden boxes covered with heavy canvas. No guards patrolled the quiet alleys, and no pedestrians passed within sight as we crept along the corner. Our eyes scanned the empty expanse before we cautiously moved forward.Jasmine led the way, her hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at her hip. Her footfalls were nearly soundless as she glided through the shadows. She would lead us out before returning to help Stephanie and Seb in their rescue mission. Behind her, I carried Cole’s weight, struggling to move quietly. Though I could mostly manage, it was only with Leila’s help that I was able to keep pace without falling behind.“We’re lucky,” Leila whispered, her voice barely audible. “Everyone’s distracted, over by the execution ground. It’s so clear here. The plan’s going well.”I wanted to believe her, but an unsettling feeling crawled at the edges of my mind. The silence was too complete. The
EVELYN“Are you suggesting that I abandon you?” I whispered.Jasmine’s gaze locked with mine. The intensity in her eyes was undeniable, her determination sharp as steel. “I’m suggesting that we put the King’s safety first,” she said.“But—”Before I could protest further, Leila cut in. “Jasmine is right.” She seemed entirely convinced by her plan now, placing a hand on my arm. “You and Cole have to leave. That’s why we’re here—to rescue the King. Isn’t that what we want more than anything?”I couldn’t argue. Though it stung to think of retreating, I knew the gravity of the situation. Jasmine’s words struck deep. As if sensing my hesitation, she added, “Don’t think of it as abandonment. What’s on your shoulders is far heavier than ours. Remember our oath? The King’s life is the heart of Hescor. His reign is the promise of Ozora’s future.”Finally, I exhaled. “Okay. But how will this work?” I asked. “Jack Elrod isn’t easily fooled.”“He’s not,” Jasmine agreed, a faint sense of relief in