JASMINEThe coachman didn’t speak. His jaw clenched for the briefest of moments but then he rolled his eyes dismissively. Before they glazed over as Elsa’s had not long before, I extended my already long, sharp claws, and then dug them deep into his belly.The coachman shrieked as blood splattered out and my voice hardened.“Don’t play tricks or attempt anything stupid,” I warned him. “Next time, it’ll be your neck. I don’t want to repeat myself again. Answer my question. Who is your Master?”A whimper escaped him. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen the Master’s face. He’s always wearing a mask. We receive orders and then we obey, no questions asked.”“That seems convenient,” I remarked annoyedly, and just as I started to raise my claws, he continued to speak.“I m-m-met the Master when I was begging for f-food on the street,” he stammered. “I was kicked aside by a group of well-dressed wolves… they hurt me and then laughed as they walked away. It was humiliating. The Master saved and tr
EVELYNWhat the hell was Cole talking about?Elsa, an attacker?“That’s impossible,” I blurted out, shaking my head firmly as I stared back at him. I didn’t believe a word of what he was saying. There was no way. My kind, caring friend was not capable of such a thing and she would never hurt me. She was too young, too innocent.“Impossible?” Cole repeated back, and then he scoffed. “How can you be so sure? You say you trust her but where does your trust come from? You’ve known her for barely a month, haven’t you? I was informed that she only arrived at the palace recently. Doesn’t seem like enough time to really get to know someone.”I fought the urge to glare at him and instead opted to narrow my eyes.“Have you found any evidence?” I questioned him, ignoring his comments about our friendship. “How could Elsa do such a thing? What would her motive be to attack Lady Anna? To attack me?”But Cole ignored my questions as well and pressed on. “Answer this for me, Evelyn. Where does your
EVELYNWe arrived at the House of Fox the next day.The journey should have been short since Fox’s land was the closest to the royals, but Skyla made it unbearable. What should have been a one-day trip dragged on because she constantly stopped the carriages, seizing every opportunity to talk to Cole about some issue or problem she’d dreamt up.Once, she claimed a wheel was loose on the carriage and she was fearful about continuing on until it was fixed.Another time, she stopped because she said she was feeling sick from being cooped up and needed a while to stop and stretch. She asked Cole to accompany her on a short walk, which he obliged, though he seemed less than thrilled about it.Every time he gave in to her whims, Skyla’s aqua eyes would reach mine and get a strange flint. Sometimes, a small smile would accompany this look, as if she were saying “he’s mine.”It was mildly annoying but turned quite laughable whenever I noticed Cole’s expression. He wasn’t unkind to her outright
EVELYNI wrapped my arms around myself and lowered my head as I tried to calm down.Everyone loved to bring up my family and I was no stranger to overhearing tales told about them, but something about Marcel’s tone made me nervous. Had something happened on Windsburn to illicit such a response? Were my parents and sister alright?Were they in danger?My heart raced in my chest and Max eyed me with a look of worry. I dropped my hands and then held a finger to my mouth to make sure he stayed quiet. I needed to hear Marcel Fox’s next words and couldn’t be interrupted by anything more than a slight breeze if I wanted to stay focused.“Don’t beat around the bush, Lord Marcel. ” Cole said, clearly aware of what Marcel was referring to. “Be frank with me.”“The Caddels, Your Majesty,” Marcel confirmed a beat later. “I apologize for bringing up their extremely unpleasant name. I hate speaking of them but I see no other choice. You see, people are still holding grudges against their punishment
EVELYNI tried to ask Max what his incredulous stare was for but the guard couldn’t give me an answer. His eyes darted to and fro and his mouth tensed, like he was afraid of being heard.Regardless of his strange behavior, I decided I wasn’t in the mood for a walk anymore. Sure, the weather was beautiful and the sun was warm and shining, but given all I’d just heard, I was ready to return to my room and get some privacy to unpack my feelings.Max accompanied me back silently, but before I closed the door to my guest room, the young guard stepped up boldly. His eyes trailed over me and I watched him summon the courage to speak.“My lady, are you Evelyn Caddel?” he blurted out.Normally, a question like that would have me shaking and fearful. But today… today I wasn’t feeling so spineless and scared.“Yes,” I confirmed without missing a beat.There was no point in lying. Anyone who wasn’t deaf could easily connect the girl in Marcel Fox’s story to me. Why deny my identity and pretend ot
AIDENOakley was dubious, but much to my dismay, I had no choice but to listen to him.I wanted nothing more than to abandon him and continue on this mission alone, but unfortunately, he knew more about this place than I did, and I genuinely needed his help if I was going to help the Caddels and the miners.The guard provided useful information, and led me through the castle, detailing its weak points, the number of guards at each post, which ones were the most challenging to deal with, and so on. His intel was insightful, but I couldn’t yet relax around him. I still didn’t quite understand his role in the matter or why he would help the miners when he himself was a guard.Still, he had brought me to see the Caddels, which was more than I’d expected from him. I couldn’t fault him completely when he’d been the one to escort me personally.So, I listened carefully and made personal mental notes of the exits, hiding places, layouts of the rooms, and any other information I could gather f
AIDENIt was a sleepless night.The vault smelled damp and filthy, and as whiffs of mold and other unpleasant odors invaded my nose and twisted my stomach, a grim feeling seized me.Sleeping here reminded me of my past—of the times I had slept in the sewer to escape the biting winter winds. It had been cruel on the streets. Finding shelter, finding a place where none could hurt or bother me was difficult, so often, I had to hide in unpleasant places that others wouldn’t dare to come to. But that was before I met Steven Caddel.Steven and his family had given me a home, a place to live and sleep that didn’t require me to keep one eye open. When they’d taken me in, I’d been a small, scrawny thing. I had dreams of one day being a fighter and protector but I could see all of my ribs through my shirt. My cheeks and eyes had been so hollow then.Charlotte had fed me and nursed me back to health and from there, Steven helped me with my mental and physical strength. Had it not been for their
AIDENI glanced between Oakley and Frederick’s lifeless body in shock. I was temporarily frozen as I beheld the ruddy man’s corpse but my paralysis gave way to anger as I glared at the guard.“You killed Frederick,” I snarled. “That wasn’t a part of the plan.”There was no love lost between me and the man who presided over this island in Marcel Fox’s name, but he should not have died, especially not at Oakley’s clawed hands. Frederick could have provided key information about House Fox’s crimes, evidence that would have helped the Alpha King’s mission.I had planned to silence him and bind him to a chair while the rebellion took place. Killing had never been a part of this plan.Unfazed by my growl, Oakley wiped the blood from his hands using Frederick’s clothes.“I don’t follow plans, Sir,” he remarked casually. The scarred guard squatted down, studying Frederick’s face as if enjoying the sight of his horrified expression. “Frederick had to die, I’m afraid.”Oakley then stood and loo
EVELYNThe next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger.The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woman in my dream.My fingers traced the contours of her face, almost as if moving of their own will. For a moment, it felt as though she were gazing back at me, whispering something just beyond my grasp.But truth isn’t always comforting. Sometimes, it is agonizing. Horrible. Sometimes, you wish you h
EVELYNIt was well past noon when I finally had a moment to stretch my overworked body. I devoured a sandwich and drained a full cup of strong tea that the servant had brought me before I finished reading the last three petitioning papers on my desk.One might assume that being a queen promised endless luxury, unchallenged authority, and an insouciant existence. But in reality, this had been my daily routine ever since I was crowned the Queen of Hescor three months ago—gorging down cold sandwiches and fueling myself with cups of strong tea between work breaks. Still, even that was preferable to enduring extravagant banquets filled with pompous lords and prying officials.I pushed the tray aside and reached for the two letters on the cabinet. Both bore an indication of the sender—a seal at the corner of the envelopes—marking them as messages from Tiryn. I pried the first one open and pulled out the folded parchment—it was from Leila.Over the past months, Leila had sent me five letters
EVELYNIf storms were made of reporting sheets, endless queues of petitioners, and nagging lords filled with complaints and unrealistic pleas, then my life after the coronation could only be described as stormy.I rubbed my temples as I put down yet another ridiculous petition—this one requesting justice for a missing kitten. According to the petitioner, the kitten had disappeared while he was visiting the main market of Halian, and he suspected that a human foreigner had used some “nasty” trick to steal it away.Thanks to the Ozora-Eanica Treaty of Friendship, Commerce, and Navigation—signed by Hescor, Tiryn, and the two other werewolf nations of Eanica half a month ago—the number of foreigners traveling from Eanica to Ozora had been steadily rising. Though other nations remained cautious, Cole and I were expecting to receive their diplomats in the coming weeks. Tiryn’s example had piqued their interest, and they were beginning to see the great potential in establishing trade and dip
EVELYN“You don’t believe us, do you?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them, sharper than I had intended. “You don’t believe in our determination.”Oakley studied me for a long moment before a grin flickered across his face, his usual cavalier attitude returning. “Let’s just say I’m afraid. Or maybe I’m tired of fighting for myself. Time to seek something else in life, isn’t it? Perhaps an exotic beauty in a foreign land. I hear some human girls have a particular taste for fluffy animals—”“Don’t change the subject,” I cut him off, glowering. “You’re not someone who scares easily.”“I wasn’t,” he admitted, inhaling deeply. “But I am now.” His smirk faded, replaced by a hardened expression. “Her husband has erased her past to give her a new life, a paradise of his own making. And I won’t be the one to destroy it.”It took me a moment to understand who he meant. Maria.“I saw her three days ago,” Oakley continued. “I imagined she’d be suffering under the hand of some lord, a
EVELYNI had never known there was a secret room attached to the Alpha’s Study, hidden behind the towering bookshelves that lined the wall opposite the long marble desk. A concealed passageway linked the two, its entrance masked by books that Cole now pushed aside. He twisted a small, inconspicuous knob, and the hidden door clicked open.I followed him inside, ducking low as we maneuvered through the narrow, dark passage. When he opened another door at the end, we stepped into a small chamber. It was even tinier than the room I had once lived in as a maid, furnished only with a round desk, a few chairs, and a cabinet against the wall.Despite its minimalism, the chamber exuded opulence. The desk was inlaid with jade, and each chair gleamed with embedded gemstones that caught even the faintest light.Clearly, this space had been intended for secret meetings—perhaps even assignations. Against one wall sat a low love seat, large enough for one person to rest comfortably. Or two, if they
EVELYNSkyla blinked.For the first time since I had stepped into her cell, she looked truly caught off guard. Her lips parted slightly as if to form words, but no sound came out.I could understand why she was so shocked. According to the traditional Hescorian law of crime and punishment, as the heir of a rebellious Great Lord, she would be sentenced to death. If not death, it would be a life-long sentence of heavy labor and exile – just like the punishment my family had received.Personally, I wanted her to suffer that fate. I had no intention of showing her mercy – mercy she neither deserved nor ever would. But as the future queen of Hescor, I couldn’t. I couldn’t let my personal hatred dictate justice. I was determined to change Hescor’s wretched, severe penal system, and I wouldn’t allow myself to become a hypocrite in the process.Collective punishment had a long history in Hescor. It’d be difficult to abolish, as many lords firmly supported it, or so I had been told.I recalled
EVELYN“So he punished him—made him kneel on the cold stone floor of the Great Hall, day and night, with the servants as witnesses. He kept him there until he was exhausted, starving, and on the verge of collapse,” Stephanie said. “And still, Jack never gave him an answer. He only said it was a girl from a dream. That was all. In the end, Father had no choice but to give up. But before he did, he tore the painting to shreds and warned Jack—if he ever dreamed of that girl again… he would find her, dig her out, and destroy her.”A shiver ran down my spine.I could almost see King Theodore’s looming figure, feel his hands closing around me, tearing me apart as he had done to that painting.I felt paralyzed by Stephanie’s words. And angry. Why was she telling me this? What did she expect from me? This had nothing to do with me, did it? It wasn’t my fault Jack had drawn a picture of me.And yet, beyond the anger, there was something else. A deep, inevitable sorrow.I didn’t know why.I tri
EVELYNI searched Stephanie’s chestnut-brown eyes with scrutiny, trying to make sense of her words. I was relieved she wasn’t lying, but I couldn’t understand why she had bothered making such a request after everything that had happened.Her expression remained composed, as if she saw no issue with her decision. But even at my most optimistic—even if Cole ever found an excuse to forgive his brother—Stephanie’s request to move Jack’s body to the Royal Crypt was absurd.Crypts held deep significance for every noble family in Hescor, and the Royal Crypt was the most sacred of them all, reserved for the royal bloodline. The people of Hescor believed it was a resting place only for revered monarchs who had contributed to the kingdom, rulers whose legacies were honored by both history and the people. Only the purest souls were meant to be laid to rest there. Of course, that was an exaggeration—one could hardly call King Theodore a saint, considering his debauched ways in his later years.As
EVELYN“Sometimes, I can’t tell if you’re supporting me or siding with those who oppose my ascension,” I muttered, lifting my head from the stack of documents to glower at Flynn. Across the room, he met my gaze steadily, unfazed.“Why don’t you go bother your King instead?” I snapped. “If anyone’s to blame for my ignorance of these documents, it’s him! If he hadn’t—” I bit off the words, heat crawling up my face as memory surged forward, unbidden and all too vivid.Cole had been unbearably possessive last night after I returned from my conversation with Aiden by the river. He had exhausted me until dawn – until the first golden rays of sunlight spilled over the horizon, peering into the room to find our bodies tangled in the damp sheets.Flynn arched a brow but returned his attention to the report in his hands. “I’ll remind him to exercise restraint,” he said coolly. “He shouldn’t wear you out when your schedule is this full.” Then, without a hint of emotion, he added, “Tell your maid