“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 if I could do it, but then he woke up.”
Elias said nothing.
“What should I have done?” I asked. “What’s worse? Would it be easier for you if I had slit his throat in his sleep? Or kissed him to escape?”
Still he was silent, his eyes fixed on me.
“Had I killed him, Corinne and I would’ve escaped immediately,” I said. As I calculated what would have happened next, the implication dawned on me. “The wolves would’ve still been in Frasia.”
They would’ve been there, still battling to take the castle, worn out and nearly pushed back—and Corinne would’ve emerged and stomped on them like ants.
“Why did you hesitate?” he asked. There was no anger in his voice, just curiosity.
“I’m not an assassin,” I said. “I’m a fighter, but I’m not an assassin. I don’t know, I just—I wasn’t ready. I didn’t consider it until I was standing there with the knife in hand. If he hadn’t woken up, I think… I think I would’ve. So answer me.” I pressed my lips together. “Would you have preferred that? For me to have murdered the dragon king in his sleep?”
Elias took my wrist, peeling my arms away from where it was wrapped around my knees. He tugged me forward, maneuvering me until I was straddling his lap, my thighs astride him. I kept my hands at his shoulders as he held my waist, gazing up into my face with grave, gold-flecked eyes.
“I would’ve,” he said.
Something in my heart shattered. I wasn’t sure what I wanted—did I expect him to tell me I’d made the right decision? I wanted to defend myself, to say it would’ve been wrong to kill the king like that: dishonorable, cowardly. But perhaps it was more cowardly to let him live. More dishonorable to kiss those lips.
I expected Elias to grow frustrated again, but he just leaned close and put his lips on my neck.
“Killing with purpose is not something to be done lightly,” he said. “It changes you.”
“I was afraid,” I whispered to him. His lips felt so soft on my neck, so possessive. He pressed his teeth there too, gently, like a shadow of a bite.
“I am a warrior,” he said. “My queen should be a warrior, too. But that takes time.”
I closed my eyes, face still tipped to the ceiling. Worse than his jealousy was the sense that I’d disappointed him. That he would’ve been thrilled to know I’d slit the king’s throat.
I wanted to be that queen. I wanted to be strong, and diplomatic, and independent, and fearless when need be.
“I will be,” I murmured. “I promise, Elias, I will be.”
His grip tightened on my waist. I wasn’t sure if he believed me, but some of the tension had left his body. He kissed me, a soft kiss on my sternum, close to my heart.
“Come,” he said. “We should get ready for dinner.”
The meal that evening was boisterous: full of laughter and beer and simple, filling food, braised lamb and dark bread and potatoes roasted to perfection. It was dim and loud in the room, with wolves seated and laughing along the wooden benches, with me tucked by Elias’ side. Even though the town was unfamiliar, it felt like home here. I knew things weren’t completely settled between us, but the foundation was there. It was good to see Elias smile and laugh, and let me wipe the beer froth from his upper lip. The warmth in the room, and in his eyes, was enough to make me believe that we’d make it through this.
Somehow.
24
T
he next morning we rose early, with the sun, and made our way down the stairs to the main room of Thaddeus’ home. The table was still laid out from dinner before, but now only Thaddeus, his general, and the servants were there. It was strange to see attendants eating at the same table as their leader, but things were different in Siena.
Elias and I had just taken our place at the quiet table to partake in coffee and warm oatmeal sweetened with honey, when a youngster pushed open the door, flooding the room with early morning light.
“Sorry, milord,” the boy said, “there’s word from Efra.”
He stepped out of the way, and Kodan loped through the door in her immense wolf form. Her coat was dirtied, and her paws were coated in mud, leaving tracks as she walked with her head held low. Her eyes were bloodshot. She looked exhausted.
“General,” Elias said. “Is everything all right?”
Kodan padded to the table, then exhaled hard. She shifted with some effort back into her human form. Her leather armor was dirtied, and her hair was pulled back into a tight, functional plait. She all but collapsed into a seat at the table with us.
“Did you run all night?” I asked.
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
“Loyalty to the true King and Queen of Frasia,” he said. “I’m honored to fight alongside you.”“Are there others?” I asked quietly. “Are the wolves still loyal?”“Of course,” the young man said, looking at me with his brow furrowed, like he couldn’t believe I’d asked at all. “Rodthar only cares about his own power. Not about anyone in Efra. We’ve been waiting for the king to return.”I nodded. The young man’s gratitude sent a rush of adrenaline through me. We’d made it into the manor—now we just had to make it to the man who was once my father.“Which way?” Elias asked as we approached the other side of the dungeon. “How do we get into the throne room?”“I can get us back to the quarters I stayed in when I was part of the Choice,” I said. “That’s the only part of the system I know.”Elias nodded. “That’s enough. That’s close enough. Wolves—this way.”I led us out of the dungeon to the secret door I’d found when I’d first snuck down here with the intention of freeing Griffin. This time
Daybreak guards emerged from the side doors, stumbling like they’d just been woken from a nap. Rodthar cast them an irritated look, then held a hand up to hold them back. Behind us, our battalion of wolves bared their teeth at the guards, ready to strike if necessary.“You were supposed to be a little treat for the King of Shianga,” he hissed. “How in the gods’ name did you end up back here?”“What?” I asked. My rage was shot through with confusion. “How do you know about that?”Duchess Alana sighed and took a sip of her wine. “Did you really think we were uninformed of the negotiations in Shianga?” she asked. “Of course we had to keep an eye on things ourselves, too.”“In what way, Duchess?” Elias hissed. He spoke the title with such vitriol—I couldn’t imagine how it might sound if he had called her ‘mother.’“Frasia belongs to Daybreak,” Rodthar said with cold venom in his voice. “Your father took the throne from us dishonorably, and went crazy for his trouble. I’ve known since the
She said nothing, but I realized this was part of the ritual. Only one of us would be queen, as only one of the men in the center of the room would be king.Ealric locked the front doors and took his place at Alana’s other side, and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The Daybreak guards locked the doors on either side. If Kodan wanted to get in, she’d have to break the entry down herself, which I didn’t doubt she was capable of doing. But still, the click of the lock made nerves shiver up my spine.A tense silence fell over the room. The hair on my forearms stood up as power crackled through the two men. They bared their teeth at each other, then paced in a slow circle, sizing each other up in human form.Rodthar shifted first. His wolf burst forth, and as it did, smoothly and effortlessly, I realized I hadn’t seen him like this since I was a little girl. He was a huge wolf, bigger even than Elias. His pelt was a deep, chocolate brown, and his eyes burned bright like copper
In the arena, when Elias had battled Griffin, this was when he had given him a chance to submit. To escape defeated, but with his life intact.Elias offered Rodthar no such respite. He tore into Rodthar’s throat with feral ferocity, his sharp canines ripping through his flesh and pulling out muscle in a gruesome, visceral display. The wound was deep, vicious, and Rodthar’s whines melted into gurgles as blood drained from his body.Rodthar’s body twitched and fell still.Dead. He was dead.Elias planted his foot on the unmoving corpse and then tilted his head back, letting out one low, sonorous howl. The sound echoed in the throne room, and around the ring of spectators, the Nightfall wolves beat fists against their leather armor in a show of loyalty.My heart felt frozen in my chest. I hadn’t processed it, still—that Rodthar was dead, that Elias had won, that I was once again the Queen of Frasia. I was still staring at the heap that was once my stepfather, the blood pooling under Rodt