Elias stood in front of the gates and grinned up at the lookout. Kodan and I stood behind him. My feet ached from the hike, and I was tired down to my bones. It was like the consistent ache in my heart, like a fresh bruise, was making my exhaustion more impossible to ignore than ever.
“Elias of Nightfall,” he said. “I’ve come to speak to your pack leader. And hopefully break bread.”
The lookout gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth. She ducked down in the tower, and then the wooden gates slowly began to crank open. They only opened just enough for us to slip through, and then closed immediately behind us.
“Thank you,” Elias said, clapping the lookout on the shoulder.
She stared at him wide-eyed. She looked no older than fifteen. “Your Highness,” she said. “We—I—I’ll announce your presence.”
“Relax,” Elias said with a warm smile. It was a kinder expression than I’d seen since I’d coaxed him out of the cave. “I grew up in this town. No need for any theatrics.”
The lookout was still stammering as she led us through the narrow streets of the village. As we walked, people peeked out of the taverns and houses and shops, murmuring to each other with expressions of awe and delight. Siena was small but charming, made up of functional wooden buildings with the same thatched roofs as the lookout tower, a few with stone facades and carvings of wolves. It looked old—old and sturdy, like it had been here for many years, and would be here long after its current inhabitants were gone. Kodan sighed as she looked around.
“It hasn’t changed at all since we were kids,” she murmured. We passed by a tavern, and Kodan nodded at it. “That’s where I got drunk for the first time. I was nine.”
The main street terminated at a stone building with a low, arched doorway. It was quieter than the rest of the town, and inside, it was dim and warm despite the cold weather. A fire roared in the hearth, and in front of it, an older man in plain but well-tailored canvas clothes was in deep discussion with a man in worn leather armor.
“Thaddeus,” the lookout said. “I apologize for interrupting, but—”
“There’s the old man,” Elias said. His booming voice echoed around the stone room.
The older man stood up, eyes widening as he strode across the floor. The heels of his boots cracked on the stone. “Gods strike me where I stand,” he said with a shake of his head. “King Elias.” He smiled at the lookout. “Thank you, Hela,” he said. “Take the news of Elias’ arrival to the house. See what kind of dinner we can pull together on short notice.”
The girl nodded and hurried back out under the arched doorway.
“That’s not necessary,” Elias said.
“Certainly it is,” Thaddeus said with a grin. Then he turned his warm gaze to me. “This must be Queen Reyna,” he said. He took my hand in his own strong, callused hand and squeezed. “Word of the Choice traveled far. It does appear the king has chosen well.”
“Honored to make your acquaintance,” I said with a nod.
“And my finest general, Kodan of Nightfall,” Elias said. He pointedly did not confirm nor deny Thaddeus’ comment on the Choice, but it was just pleasantries.
“One of my own is with me here,” Thaddeus said. “General Artin. We were discussing the happenings in Efra. I assume that’s what brings you here to Siena.”
“Will you retake the throne?” Artin said, low, from his seat by the fire.
“I will,” Elias growled. “I did not win the throne from Daybreak only to have the duchess return it.”
“Good,” Artin said. “The Nightfall wolves of Siena will stand behind you. But you know our numbers are small.”
“We’ve sent word to Starcrest and Duskmoon,” Kodan said. “If you can assist me with messengers, we can have the reinforcements come here, to prepare an assault on Efra without Daybreak’s knowledge.”
“Ah, and that’s why you’ve come here as well, is it?” Thaddeus said.
“It’s convenient,” Kodan said with a smile. “Your falconers are things of legend.”
“Legend seems a bit strong,” Thaddeus said. “My servants will take you to the falconer’s hold.”
She turned to Elias. “And after that, Your Highness?”
“Go to Efra,” he said. “Remain hidden. Gather what information you can safely. Don’t stay long—I need you to help prepare.”
“Sir,” she said.
She hurried out of the room, guided by Thaddeus’ servant.
“Come,” Thaddeus said. “I’ll show you to the guest quarters. You can rest and clean up while we’re preparing dinner. Discussions of strategy will be a bit easier once we’ve all had some wine, don’t you agree?”
Artin nodded demurely. Thaddeus led us up a narrow staircase to the second level of the building. The ceilings were so low, Elias had to duck his head to keep from knocking against the rafters. At the end of the hall, Thaddeus pushed a heavy wooden door open and gestured for us to step inside. There was already a hastily built fire burning in the hearth, and the covers of the simple bed had been turned down. Obviously the servants had worked in a hurry. The bed called to me—after so many nights on the ground, or in a cot, or a freezing bedroll, a straw-stuffed mattress with a thick cotton comforter appealed to me more than any royal silk sheets.
“I’ll send word up for dinner,” Thaddeus said. “There’s some whiskey tucked in the built-ins, should you need to lift your spirits before.”
“Thank you, Thaddeus,” Elias said. “Your kindness is deeply appreciated.”
“Of course,” he said. “No less for the true King of Frasia.”
Thaddeus closed the door behind him.
Finally, in the tiny guest bedroom with its low ceiling and crackling fire and cool stone floors, we were alone.
Elias stood in front of the fire, shoulders square and his gaze fixed on the flickering flame.
I wrapped my arms around myself. Even with him so close to me, I’d never felt so alone. “Elias,” I said. “Please talk to me.”“What is there to talk about?” he snapped. His voice was cold and stiff with restrained anger. “You left me. You chose Draunar. And I had been foolish enough to think that what was between us was real.” He shook his head, laughing softly.“I had to,” I said. My voice rose in desperation. I had to make him understand. “I had to, Elias, with his terms—”“I believe you called our marriage a ‘practical arrangement?’” he said. “Isn’t that right?”I snapped my mouth shut. After all that had happened, I’d almost forgotten what I’d said in order to force Elias to let me go. I had said our marriage was just a forced agreement—a practical decision. Not rooted in love.That had been true, at the start. But things had changed.“I didn’t mean it,” I said meekly.“Then why would you say it?” He whirled to face it, golden eyes blazing. “You chose him so easily. Hardly any hes
I wrapped my hand around his nape and pulled him down for a kiss. Even if he couldn’t forgive me, or even fully understand me, I knew from the pain in his eyes that he still cared about me. Loved me. And I loved him, too, even though I’d left him alone in Shianga.His lips met mine. Softly at first. Just the barest touch of my lips against his, and for a moment the stiffness made me think he might pull back and shove me away.But then it was as if something inside him snapped. He growled low and possessive in his chest, then wrapped his arm around my waist and hauled me flush against him. His other hand raked through my hair; he kissed me so hard I bent back with the force of it. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and moaned into the kiss, a sound of desire and relief both. My wolf was just as pleased as I was, close to the surface, heightening the sensations. It felt like it’d been years since I’d kissed him. Now I couldn’t get enough, chasing his lips, deepening the kiss, eve
“Don’t hide,” he growled. “Look at me.”I bit my lower lip, then turned back to meet his gaze.“Good,” he said. He slid his hand over my belly, delicious pressure that made me squirm, and then gripped my thigh and tugged my legs apart. I gasped, gripping his upper arm hard. He exhaled hard, eyes landing between my legs, where I was already wet and ready for him.“Gorgeous.” He traced his fingertips gently up my inner thigh, then slid two fingers against my pussy, not pressing inside but just sliding over my wet folds. I gasped, moving my hips down toward his hand as pleasure licked up my spine. It was overwhelming, but still not enough, just slow steady pressure that had me rocking my hips to match it.“Please,” I begged. “I need you.”Elias swallowed my repeated pleas in another kiss, wet and messy, tongue and teeth clashing. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his length, and as much as I wanted to get my hands on him, my mouth on him, I didn’t want to stop kissing him. I h
“When I was leaving, he woke up. I couldn’t let him see the scales, so I told him I was just…checking on him. That I wanted to see him.”Elias nodded.“He invited me into his bed. I told him to wait until he was better rested, since he was so injured and exhausted. Hoping to the gods that the spell worked so I wouldn’t have to see that promise through.” I propped my chin on my knees. “He demanded a kiss, and I gave it.”“You kissed him,” Elias growled.I nodded. I couldn’t meet his eyes.“That foul beast,” he said. Rage radiated off him in waves. “I can only hope the Fae queen keeps him alive so I can slaughter him myself for what he did.”“Can I ask you something?” I asked.The anger was still palpable in the air, but he nodded.“When I was in his room, I had a knife on me,” I said. “To pry the scales he was shedding off. And when I was done and I had them, there was a moment when I had the knife in my hand and I realized I could slit his throat. Right there. I was trying to decide i
One of the servants stood and fixed her a bowl of oatmeal and a mug of coffee, which she accepted with an exhausted, grateful sigh.“I did,” she said. “It’s worse than we expected.”“What do you mean?” Elias asked.“Rodthar has not just taken the throne,” she said. “He’s made the manor into a fortress. It’s as if he’s brought all of Daybreak with him. There are guards swarming the place.”“I see,” Elias said coolly. “He’s expecting retribution.”Kodan nodded. “There’s no way we can get into the castle. Not without a lot of help, and not without killing a lot of wolves.”“The reinforcements are coming,” Elias said, “but a man like Rodthar won’t hesitate to throw his guards on their swords if he must.”“I must admit,” Kodan said, “If what Reyna said about Corinne is true, I don’t think we should risk our forces fighting the Daybreak guards.”“Nor do I,” Thaddeus said. “The wolves of Siena are strong, but few in number. I won’t lead them into a slaughterhouse.”“No one is going into a sl
Elias nodded. “Regardless of how you feel about him now, no woman should have to see the man who raised her slaughtered.”“He didn’t raise me,” I said, my voice hard.Elias looked up, curious.“He barely spoke to me,” I said. “I was never good enough for him—never ladylike enough, too opinionated, too cold. Barion is the one who raised me. The duke always seemed like he didn’t want anything to do with me.” I chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “I guess that much was true.”“You’d see him pay for his crimes?” Elias asked.“I’d do it myself,” I said. “If given the opportunity.”Now it was Elias’ turn to chuckle. He set his hand at my hip and tugged me in between the open spread of his legs. Then he took the mug of coffee from my hand and took a sip. I huffed in faux indignation.“Would you actually?” he asked.I knew he was thinking of the cave, of my hand wrapped around the knife, hesitating as I looked down at Draunar.“I would,” I said. “With you at my side. Knowing it wasn’t jus
“Come,” I said, “we’ll get breakfast. There’s much I need to catch you up on.”We ended up in the kitchens, seated at a small wooden table in the corner while the servants fried more bacon and cracked more eggs into the cast iron on the immense fire. They didn’t seem to mind us, and I was happy to let Elias catch the generals of Duskmoon and Starcrest up on our plan to take back Efra. I caught them up on everything—my time in Draunar’s hoard, Corinne’s takeover of Shianga, and now Daybreak’s opportunistic coup in Efra.“Do you really think this will work?” Fina asked. “Going through the tunnels?”“It’s the best option we have,” I said. “We’ve been hurt enough by battling Shianga. I don’t want us to lose any more wolves trying to fight through the soldiers of Daybreak to get to the duke. If we can take out the duke first, Daybreak will fall back.” I nodded to myself. “I know they will.”“How do you know?” Adora asked.“The duke has lost sight of the pack,” I said. “First he sent me to
“Prepare to move out,” he said. “We’ll traverse the tunnels under cover of darkness. The traitor will be dead before dawn.”More hoots and howls of agreement and thrill. It wasn’t much of a speech—but these wolves didn’t need much encouragement. These were the finest wolves Frasia had to offer.The outcropping of boulders by the lake concealed a pit, which contained a simple wooden ladder descending into the depths. Elias went down first, carrying a single torch. Then Ealric and Kodan, a few more wolves, and then finally Fina and myself.As I descended, nerves began to crawl up my spine. The tunnel was strangely familiar, deeply dark and rough-hewn, with only the flicker of Elias’ torch ahead to illuminate the path. The light cast the soldiers ahead of me in shadow. I crept quietly behind them, feet soft on the dirt.The tunnel stretched for what felt like miles. I had no idea how long I walked for, quiet and tense with nerves. It must’ve been hours. Finally, we stopped walking where