“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 the tunnel suddenly narrowed.
“We’re close,” Elias growled, low, to the wolves behind them. “I can feel wolves’ presence. Where does this lead?”
I stepped closer. “The dungeons,” I said quietly. “There’s a secret door in one of the storerooms.”
Elias nodded gratefully over his shoulder at me, then he told Ealric, “Stay close.”
At the dead end of the tunnel was a rough-hewn, dusty door. It didn’t take much work for Elias to pop the lock with a small knife and slowly, slowly, he pushed it open.
I held my breath, but there was no reaction. As it had said on the map, the room behind the entrance was dark and quiet. But with the door in the tunnel opened, sound from the dungeons filtered in: the drunken idle laughter of the guards, the crackle of a fire, the rattle of chains.
Energy and anticipation rustled over the soldiers. Ahead of me, the wolves widened their stances and drew their weapons. At my side, Fina exhaled slowly and withdrew her own sword, too.
I drew mine. The weight of the short sword was a small assurance. But there was no turning back now.
Elias shouldered the storeroom open with a roar.
Ealric was right behind him, and then the other wolves rushed out of the storeroom. For a long moment I was pinned by my nerves, my feet feeling as if they were nailed to the dirt path, as the remaining soldiers rushed around me, gnashing their teeth with their weapons drawn. The laughter in the dungeon was replaced by shouts and growls as the clanging of steel on steel filtered in.
At my side, Fina looked as terrified as I felt, her short sword shaking in her hand.
“For Frasia,” I whispered to Fina, but also to myself. “And for Nightfall.”
I rushed into the dungeon.
Inside was chaos. Battles raged around me, drunken soldiers swinging their axes sloppily at the wolves as they dodged easily; one struck a soldier in the temple right in front of me and the man collapsed into a heap. In the cells, Nightfall wolves yipped and howled, slamming their great wolf shapes against the bars like they could break free. The room smelled of vomit and blood, and the heat made sweat break out across my forehead.
In the center of the room, Elias dragged the sharp edge of his knife across a soldier’s neck. He spun to the side and the man collapsed into a heap. He bared his teeth, growling, his eyes savage with anger as he whirled onto the next guard that dare approach him.
“Fall back,” he snapped at me, eyes blazing. He drove his foot into a guard’s chest, sending him clattering back toward the cells. “Wait by the door. It isn’t safe here.”
He planted his foot on him and sneered down, knife in hand as he put enough pressure on the guard’s chest to make him wheeze and scrabble uselessly at Elias’ ankle.
Behind him, a short, stocky guard buried his blade in the chest of one of the Sienan soldiers. The wolf crumpled to the dungeon floor, and the guard, invigorated, dragged his blade from the body and then whirled toward Elias. His eyes blazed with rage as he lifted the bloody blade again, shoulder height, ready to drive it into Elias’ back where he stood over his fallen enemy.
I didn’t think at all. It was pure animal instinct that guided me as I charged forward, sword drawn, and clanged my blade against his before he could strike. The guard bared his teeth at me and shoved forward, trying to set me off balance, but I easily shifted my weight, then ducked to the side. I pulled my sword with me, swinging it at an angle to knock the guard’s weapon out of his hand. Then, still moving with muscle memory and pure instinct, I drove my blade into his ribs.
It was a sequence I’d learned from Barion ages ago—parry, rebalance, redirect, strike. It worked beautifully. The guard groaned and staggered back, hand on his gushing wound, and fell to the ground.
There was no guilt that ran through me, no question, no lack of certainty. I gripped my sword and took a step closer to Elias, blade up, prepared for the next attacker.
Maybe in Draunar’s cave, I learned I wasn’t an assassin. But I was a warrior.
“I won’t fall back,” I said.
Elias huffed a small, surprised laugh, but said nothing else.
Soon enough, we’d dispatched with most of the guards. Ealric rounded up the ones that weren’t dead and shoved them into the cells after the Nightfall prisoners were released. One of the prisoners was a young soldier, no more than eighteen; his eyes blazed yellow when he shifted back into his human form.
“What was your crime?” I asked.
The young man pulled the clothes and armor off one of the guards and put them on with no hesitation.
“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
“Stay here,” he said. “I’ll announce my return to the city and dispel the rest of the Daybreak guards. It won’t be long.”Again, I nodded. All I could think was: we did it. It’s over.For now.He kissed me again briefly, then with some reluctance stepped away. “Kodan!” he said. “With me.”Side by side, Kodan and Elias each took one of Rodthar’s back legs. They hauled his body toward the doors and then out of the throne room, out to the gates of the manor. I intuitively knew what they would do then: they’d drag the body out of the manor and leave it dropped at the front doors, so all the Daybreak wolves would know of Rodthar’s death.“Deal with this,” Ealric said to the remaining guards, gesturing at the duchess’ body.Fina rushed to my side. “Are you all right?” she asked. Her eyes were wide and concerned. “Are you hurt?”“I’m okay,” I said, offering her a small smile. “Really.”“Come,” she said, “let’s go to the kitchens, get you something hot to drink while the king sorts out the de
I still felt distant from myself, unreal, like the events of the past few weeks had happened to someone else. How was it possible that I was standing safely in this room? How was it possible that the man who raised me had tried to steal the throne? That the duchess’ blade had been at my throat just a little while ago? And that just days before that, I’d been a hostage of the Fae queen, and before that, a relic in Draunar’s hoard?I wasn’t sure how much time passed as I stood at the window. The sky turned golden with the dawn and the soup cooled to a lukewarm temperature in my bowl. I was about to give up, crawl onto the welcoming mattress and try to sleep, when finally, finally, the door opened.I turned from the window.Elias stepped over the threshold. The King of Frasia.My husband.In the privacy of our quarters, with his exhausted gaze meeting mine, the numbness finally cracked like ice inside me. I dropped the soup and barreled forward, threw my arms around his neck, and pulled
The thought was so horrifying it rattled down my spine like a physical touch. Had Duchess Alana really been capable of something so awful? Using her son to get rid of her own husband?“He’d be proud of you now,” I said. “That much I know.”He swallowed hard, his eyes closed tight. My heart broke for him—for us both—but there was still a flare of pride there too. It hurt, but we’d done the right thing. For ourselves, and for our kingdom.“Come on,” I said, “let’s get some sleep before we have to face your adoring subjects in a few hours.”Elias climbed out of the tub and toweled off, and then we fell into the bed as quickly as we could. We wouldn’t have much peace now, not with all the work that needed to be done to heal the city from Rodthar’s terrible leadership, and then the specter of Corinne looming in the future. There wasn’t a lot of peace to be found, but there was a little here, in this moment. The sun had already crossed the horizon, but with Elias’ arms finally around me, sl
She smiled gently. “Well, I’m grateful to you for keeping them to yourself. Some shifters are not so keen to be reminded of our continued existence.”I nodded, glancing toward the back room.Aerika caught it. “They have even closer lineage than I do. It’s safer for them to stay there. I do the guest-facing work when I can.” She finished pinning the hem and moved up to check the fit of the waistband. “There’s no word going around. It’s more like…a feeling.”“A feeling?”She nodded. “There was a feeling when the queen was taken captive—though we didn’t know that was what happened. I felt like a hole had been struck inside of me, somehow, and my power was beginning to slowly drain out. So slowly I hardly noticed it happening. And then, a few weeks ago, suddenly the hole was plugged. I felt stronger. More awake. More like myself again.” She smiled again, softly. “Like I’d been living in a fog, and didn’t even realize it until it cleared. I knew something had changed. I had my suspicions,