“I haven’t camped like this in a long time,” he hummed.
“When’s the last time?” Kodan asked. “Back when you were a pup?”
“I think so,” Elias said. “It had to be when we were still in the old Nightfall.”
Kodan whistled low. “Yeah, so about a hundred years ago.”
Elias clicked his tongue and flicked a twig of firewood at Kodan’s face as she laughed. I found myself laughing, too. I was so used to seeing Elias as the serious, unflappable King—but Kodan brought out a younger-seeming, more playful side of him.
“You’re older than me, remember?”
Kodan cringed. “I try not to.”
I pressed my shoulder against Elias’, and he adjusted slightly so he could wind his arm around me. I told myself it was the chill and the tiredness that led me to do this—but the contact felt good. Grounding. I took a sip of the warm wine.
“What was it like?” I asked. “Old Nightfall?”
“Old Nightfall?” Fina asked.
“Our former pack lands,” Kodan explained. “We lived on that territory until I was ten.”
“And I was six,” Elias said. “Even as a boy, I knew that land was going to be the death of us.” He tugged me a little closer, his arm around my waist, but his gaze was fixed on the flickering blaze. “The old territory isn’t far from here, actually. Cold and dry and impossible to farm. We were always struggling. Struggling to eat, to hunt, to build, to survive. I remember that it had a particularly harsh winter. The snow never seemed to stop and had driven the elk across the mountain pass to Shianga. Nothing to eat but salted pork and crusts of bread. The pack elders were dying—even the toughest wolves couldn’t survive that cold.”
Even Kodan’s jovial demeanor flattened at the memory.
“So,” Elias continued, “my father, the pack alpha, traveled with a small party to Efra, to ask the crown for aid. More than anything we needed food, but my father also hoped the crown would take in some of the pack and lodge them for the winter while we rebuilt in the spring, so we could avoid more unnecessary deaths. At that time the King of Frasia was an old man. My father was confident he would see the value in protecting the lives of innocent wolves.”
The King of Frasia. At that time, the king was my grandfather, Constantine. My heart sank.
“He went, he pleaded his case to the king, and then the king turned him away.”
“What?” I pulled away just enough to stare at the side of his face, though he was still looking into the flames. “He said no?”
Elias laughed a small, sardonic laugh. “He hardly waited for my father to finish talking before he turned him away. He wouldn’t even give them lodging in Efra for the evening. He turned them right back out into the wilds to return to Nightfall.”
“What was the reason?” I asked. My father had never mentioned this in my entire life. All the stories I’d heard of Nightfall as a young wolf were narratives of their ferocity and their bloodthirst—and how they showed up at the gates of Efra hungry for wolf-flesh and tore my innocent grandfather limb from limb.
“He suggested that Nightfall’s woes were the gods’ desires,” Elias said without inflection. “And that if we did not survive, perhaps it was better for the wolves of Frasia to weed out the weak.”
I was stunned to silence. The Duke of Daybreak had always spoken of Constantine as if he were a benevolent god himself, ruling over Frasia with kindness and fairness. But a kind king would never have turned away a pack in need. There was no reason for it—no reason other than cruelty and hatred.
“When my father returned to Nightfall and told his counselors what had happened, obviously there was outrage,” Elias said. “It was briskly decided that if the King of Frasia believed the gods wanted to cull the wolves for weakness, then Nightfall would speed up that process.”
Kodan smiled faintly.
“It wasn’t an easy decision,” Elias said, “but my father was trapped between a rock and a hard place. The pack would either succumb to death by the elements or death in battle fighting for a better life. He chose to fight. He never wanted glory—he simply wanted our pack to survive, and to be able to uplift all the packs in Frasia, not just our own.”
“Gods rest his soul,” Kodan murmured. The story hung in the air for a moment, over the crackling fire, and then Kodan asked, “Does anyone want to hear about the time Elias chased a squirrel into a tree and then got stuck?”
The rest of the evening passed with lighthearted stories from our childhood, but I had trouble focusing on the jokes and the laughter. I was still trying to wrap my head around the story Elias had told. The terrifying wolves of Nightfall were just a scraggly bunch of starved peasants? Fighting for their lives instead of fighting for glory?
As the fire lowered to embers, we all shifted into our wolves to sleep. It was easier to share warmth after shifting, piled against each other around the fire as protection from the cold. I nuzzled close to Elias, willing his familiar scent to calm the thoughts that were racing through my head, even in my wolf form.
You okay? his voice rumbled in my mind.
Yes, I responded. I just didn’t know Constantine had turned away Nightfall when they needed help most.
Elias’ ears flickered. I imagine that’s not the story they told you.
It’s not, I responded. I think there might be a lot I don’t know.
Elias nuzzled closer then licked my snout, just once, a gentle soothing motion. Somehow, in the quiet of the cave, I was able to fall asleep.I awoke at dawn, before everyone else, and the world was still. I padded out of the cave and stretched luxuriously, from the tip of my snout to the tip of my tail, then took a deep inhale of the cold morning air. The balds were covered in a layer of pristine snow, untouched save for a few animal footprints here and there. The sky was clear and the sun was shining high overhead, already beginning to loosen the hold the snow had. It wouldn’t be too hard to get the carriages moving in this weather.I was considering going on a run—a thought I never would’ve considered before this journey—when Kodan stepped quietly out of the cave. She was in her human form and was already leading one of the horses outside.I shifted quickly back into my human form. “Good morning,” I said.“Morning,” Kodan said. “Just going to start to hitch up the horses, since I’m
“Even as a man?” he asked gently.“Especially as a man,” I admitted. Sleeping close as wolves was different—it was more instinctive, animal, functional. As humans, it meant something different. Something more.“Well,” he said with a small, almost hopeful smile, “I run fairly hot as a man, too, so you’re in luck.”I curled up in our shared bedroll first, under the heavy blankets in just my underclothes. Elias pulled off his shirt, revealing all that broad, tan muscle, and then crawled in next to me.“This all right?” he murmured as he set his arm at my waist.“Yes,” I murmured. “Much warmer.”It took hardly any time at all for Elias to sink into a deep slumber. I matched my breathing to his, slow and heavy, and snuggled a little closer to him. As I drifted toward sleep as well, I realized that even in the wilderness of Frasia, with an unknown kingdom on the horizon, I’d never before felt as safe as I did now with Elias holding me.4“Good morning, lovebirds,” Kodan said as she stuck h
“Why?” I asked. “Because I like maps?”“No,” he said, “because you’re worldly.”I blinked at him. “What?”“I do recall you chose a Shiangan sword to fight me with,” he said, “not to keep bringing up the arena. But I was struck by that. No other competitor wanted it. They were challenging to wield.”“It’s just a reflection of my training,” I murmured, even as pride bloomed in my chest. “And my interests.”“Well,” he said, “I’m glad you’re coming with me on this trip, then. Maybe I’ll have you show off some of those sword skills.”“Before I was sent for the Choice,” I said as I gazed out toward the horizon, “my dream was to travel as far and wide as I could. I dreamed of seeing the entire world if I could.”“Do you no longer dream of that?” he asked.“Well,” I said, “now that I’m queen, it’s not like I can take off for a trip whenever I’d like.”“Maybe not whenever,” he said, “but your role as queen doesn’t mean you can’t leave Efra.”I looked over at him. He was watching me closely as
There was something else under the scent though. Something vaguely familiar—a salty, almost resinous odor.“Your Highness,” Selwy said, and moved to scramble to his feet. He grimaced in pain.The king rapidly shifted back to his human form. “Don’t stand,” he said immediately. “Tend to your wound.”Selwy slumped down with relief. I shifted into my human form, too, but Thaddeus remained in his wolf shape, hackles up and teeth bared at the prisoner.“Who sent you?” the king growled. He kicked the prisoner’s thigh roughly. “Speak!”The prisoner just laughed, a drunken, gurgling sound, and spit blood into his lap.“He hasn’t said a word,” Selwy said. “I tried.”“Then I suppose we’ll have to take him with us,” the King growled. “I can make this interrogation last as long as he wants.”The prisoner shifted slightly where he sat. Even covered in dust and blood, his shoes were clearly finely made, lightweight soft leather and a familiar style of buckle at the ankle meant for easy removal.“Sel
5By mid-afternoon, we reached the ivory gates of the Shiangan palace. The rest of our journey had been without incident, with Elias either on foot or in his wolf shape, keeping a careful eye on the horizon for any further threats. He was focused on ensuring no other spies showed their faces—it was almost overkill. I got the sense that something about the Daybreak spies had deeply unsettled him, but when I asked, he just shook his head, distracted. There was something he wasn’t telling me. I’d done what he asked, though, trading out my dirtied, comfortable travel clothes for a simple tan silk gown under the usual cloak.I’d have to question him about it all later, because as the gates rolled open, pushed by two immense guards in golden armor, my worried curiosity was overridden by sheer awe.I pulled the door to the carriage open enough so I could lean out. The weather was warm; I shucked off my cloak and let the breeze tousle my hair. The carriage rolled smoothly down a well-paved n
“Here’s where you and your party will stay,” he said grandly. “I trust you’ll find there’s plenty of space. I’ll have my staff unpack your carriage and tend to the horses, and leave you to get settled until dinner this evening—though I would appreciate a brief private meeting with you, King Elias.”Having an entire wing to ourselves—that was excellent. Perks of being royalty, I assumed.Elias nodded. “Certainly. I look forward to it.”King Draunar’s gaze lingered on me for another long moment, before he turned on his heel and sauntered back toward the foyer.Elias sighed, shoulders slumping, and opened the door to the main quarters in the wing. The contrast to the main palace and the gardens was striking. The room had two big windows, but the plush, dark curtains were drawn, and the room was lit instead of warm, with glowing sconces on the red walls. The carpet was plush and dark under my feet, and the centerpiece of the interior was the immense gold four-poster bed, the black comfort
6“Oh, Gods above,” Fina said, grinning widely as she took a sip of a bubbly, sweet drink. “I swear Adora and I nearly knocked the carriage over when the guards shifted back to their human forms. I do not remember seeing that when I came here as a girl.”“I know!” I said. “I was shocked! And they just stood there!”“I’ve never seen a royal guard act like that,” Adora said. Her cheeks were flushed pink just talking about it. “It’s so interesting.”“Interesting, huh?” Fina teased. She kicked at Adora’s ankle under the table. “Maybe we need to find you a nice duke here to marry. Do Shiangans have those?”I laughed and stole a sip of Fina’s drink. It was crisp on my tongue and slightly fruity. Just sitting with them had lifted my spirits substantially. Even though Elias was getting on my nerves with his hot and cold behavior, my friends always made me feel better.“Come on,” I said. “I need to stretch my legs after that carriage ride. Shall we poke around the grounds a bit?”Fina sprung
The guard narrowed his eyes. “The king specifically requested a private meeting.”I wasn’t just a guest in King Draugar’s palace, though. I was the Queen of Frasia. I could make a few demands of my own. “I understand,” I said. “But I must have my attendants with me. I’m happy to meet with the king as long as my attendants are welcome.”The guard kept his tight gaze fixed on me. I matched it with a kind smile, eyes wide and expression pleasant. He couldn’t force me to attend, and he knew it.“Fine,” he said. “If they must.” He sneered at Fina and Adora, clearly expecting them to excuse themselves, but they only smiled just as pleasantly. I suppressed a real smile of my own. I could always count on those two to back me up.Defeated, the guard finally nodded and muttered, “Follow me.”He led us out of the guest annex and through the main foyer, past the ornate golden throne room doors - I realized I still hadn’t seen the inside - and toward the western wing. The guard stopped in front of