COLEAfter the so-called party concluded, I retired to my chambers and stood alone in my study, shrouded in darkness. In the haste of the moment, I hadn’t bothered to light a candle. Only the dim light of the cloud-obscured moon was visible through the window and the air felt stagnant and thick.When I closed my eyes, the image of the poor dead girl appeared in my mind. Her pale skin, splattered with thick red blood. Her stormy blue eyes, wide and bloodshot as they stared up at me from the floor.That smile.That dreadful, terrible smile that remained plastered on her lips even after she’d departed from this world.Although my Guards had apprehended her personal maid for questioning, it was merely a façade.I knew the truth, though I couldn’t reveal it to those in the ballroom.The real target was me.Someone wanted to kill me or at least intimidate me. I didn’t know why but it didn’t matter much to me as I stared out at the vast and gloomy night sky.Georgina had died because of me.
COLEFlynn shook his head without pause, his black braids fanning around him as he did. His mouth drew into a thin line and then he spoke.“I can’t think of a single suspect,” he admitted. “I’m sure villains are out there, Your Majesty, but none immediately come to mind, at least noncapable of this.”“What about Jack?” I asked, earning a look of shock from my Beta.Silence hung heavily in the room, and for the briefest of seconds, I wondered if I’d made a mistake in blurting it out. Still, it was too late to reclaim the sentence, so I had to finish the thought.“What if Jack is indeed alive?” I continued, rolling my shoulders back as a chill rippled through my chest. “If he could manage to save his own life from that wretched fire, he would certainly be capable of something like this.”Flynn widened his dark eyes in disbelief and stared at me as if I were insane.“That… would be impossible,” he said slowly. “Jack Elrod is dead, Your Majesty, as witnessed by many. Unless he was secretl
COLEMr. Barrett arrived in less than five minutes, and as Flynn led him into my study, I watched his chest rise and fall. Breathless, exhaustion painted the head servant’s face, and pity swelled within me. He seemed to have aged significantly over the past few days. White hairs had sprouted from the sides of his head months ago and they appeared to have multiplied.The whim of the Luna Selection had undoubtedly burdened the entire palace, and Lady Georgina’s sudden death was the final blow.Despite this, Mr. Barrett managed to maintain his composure. His lips were stiff and though his jaw was tensed, his posture did not falter or shrink. It was admirable to say the least. Perhaps that was why my father had appointed him as the head servant here. Mr. Barrett had held the position for as long as I could remember and my father trusted the older man deeply.However, for some reason, I did not share that trust. It was nothing personal against him, as I had never witnessed any signs of tre
EVELYNThe next day, the palace was enveloped in gloominess, and the overall atmosphere was tense.The remaining ladies of the Luna Selection were advised by Mistress Anastasia to remain in their rooms and dine alone. The food served to them by the cooks and servants was meticulously examined and the entire kitchen was overseen by a troop of heavily-armed guards bearing the Alpha King’s golden crest on their chests.Anyone who appeared even remotely suspicious would be arrested and interrogated immediately by appointed guards, Mr. Barrett, and Beta Flynn.I heard whispers from the maids that Mr. Barrett had inspected all the servants and chefs involved in the dinner late last night when the rest of the palace was asleep, but nothing seemed to have been found.Perhaps information had been suppressed from spreading. Rumors spread in this place like wildfire, and I’m sure they wanted to keep the blaze contained.When I went to the kitchen to get breakfast for Lady Leila, I noticed Elsa w
EVELYNI suddenly felt a pang of anxiety at Leila’s bluntness. It was as if lightning coursed through me and my hands began to shake. I peered around nervously, suddenly nervous.“Lady Leila,” I reminded her quietly, my eyes darting around us. “I must remind you that here in the garden, we could be overheard by anyone passing by. The hedge may shield us but sound still carries.”Leila’s eyes narrowed and then she shrugged nonchalantly. “Then we shall walk.”I was impressed by her casual air and dutifully followed her as she rose from the bench and ventured away from the pond.We wandered silently as we wove through the garden and then, as we approached a succession of flowering bushes, Leila spoke again.“This palace is a cage,” she uttered, her gaze shifting to the castle beyond us. “Its wall looming above us like bars and stripped bare of sincerity, trust, honesty, and kindness. Its corridors are filled only with endless conspiracies.”A cage. That was often how it felt.A shiny, lov
EVELYNMy heart raced in my chest and against my intuition, I had to know who the voice belonged to. It wasn’t one I recognized but I needed to know if there was an imminent threat to the noble lady I was meant to serve.So, I bravely stepped forward, but to my disdain, Leila followed suit.“Stay back,” I urged but she shook her head. I knew there was no sense in disputing it further, so together, we continued until we spotted a young man in a guard’s uniform. He was tall, with long, inky black hair that hung past his shoulders. He appeared to not be much older than I and to my surprise, he wasn’t alone. Beside him was a petite blonde, and when she turned around, I was shocked to see it was Elsa.As we glanced between them, the guard straightened his posture and studied our faces cautiously.“Who are you?” he demanded, but just as his temper appeared to swell, Elsa tugged on his sleeve. Her doe-like eyes widened innocently and even though his nostrils remained flared, he relaxed his s
EVELYNBefore I could grow too considered by Leila’s warning about Elsa, the sky darkened further and it appeared as if a heavy rainstorm was approaching.“We’d better return inside at once,” I advised, worried about Leila getting caught in bad weather. It was my duty to keep her happy and satisfied and though we’d grown closer, I had to remember my place as a maid.So, I led her back into the palace, and per the instructions given by Mrs. Porter, we went straight back to Leila’s chamber. Just as the door to the room closed behind us, the sound of thunder rang out, and Leila rushed over to the window. She stared out in wonder and for a moment, she appeared like a young girl rather than a highborn lady.“We’re lucky we came inside when we did,” she remarked, turning to face me with a grin. Just as I smiled back, Leila crossed over to her bed and fetched a leatherbound history book from her bedside, a book she told me she’d been reading whenever she was in this room.“I’m well past the
EVELYNLeila clearly had no idea what I was speaking of and I wished I could share in her naivety. Though she was one of the most well-read people I knew, she seemed unaware of the weight her words would carry if the wrong person in this palace were to hear her declaration of travel.See, the werewolves of Hescor could never visit another continent, at least not officially.Any wolf who left Ozora to try to reach Eanica would be considered a deserter, a traitor to this continent and to this kingdom.A deserter wouldn’t survive the treacherous winds and tides of the moonlit sea unless they had a ship large enough to withstand the stormy weather. The sea was cold and unforgiving, and I had heard plenty of ghost stories about wolves who lost their lives trying to travel to Eanica.I set my feather duster down on a nearby table and approached Leila’s bed swiftly. She stared at me in alarm and tugged at one of her dark braids anxiously.“You cannot speak those words aloud,” I repeated, but