Elias nodded slightly, brow furrowed like he was still trying to figure me out.
I sighed. “I suppose it’s another thing I took as truth from my father, when he wasn’t even my father at all.” He’d done nothing but lie to me my whole life—it was like I had to now re-examine everything I knew about myself, my past, and my future, to untangle his deceptions from my reality.
“I have something for you,” Elias said abruptly. He gestured for me to step closer.
I moved to stand in front of him, and the closeness of his strong body, the warmth of the fire, and the brandy in my veins all made me want to lean closer, to press against him. Bury my face in his neck and inhale his soothing, masculine scent. I didn’t, even as my wolf complained internally.
“Here.” He pulled a delicate brooch from his pocket made in the shape of a moth. The body was made of fine silver, and the wings were inlaid with moonstones. “This is for shifting. It allows you to keep your clothes intact, should you desire to shift, and protect your modesty.”
That would make it easier, I had to admit—not having to stash clothes and sneak around nude. It felt a little more civilized. I’d seen Amity and Rue use something similar. Was this a tactic used more by the lower-class wolves? I wasn’t sure, but I was still surprised by the surge of gratitude I felt at this small, attentive gesture.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
Elias fastened the brooch onto my shirt. Then his touch drifted to my shoulder, then my cheek, slowly enough that I could pull away if I wanted to. I didn’t.
“Will you trust me?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Come run with me,” he said. “We’ll sleep better.”
If I said no, he’d go running, and I’d have some coveted time alone in our tiny room, after spending so much time together in our tiny carriage.
But the air was crisp outside. The moon was full and high in the sky. My wolf whined, pacing and pawing eagerly.
“All right,” I said. “Just a quick run.”
Elias’ face broke into a gorgeous, wolfish grin. How could I be expected to say no to that?
He led me back outside, out the backdoor of the Bloody Nightingale where a small garden had been planted. He stripped briskly—no moonstone for him—and left his clothes hanging on the garden fence. I hardly had a chance to admire the curve of his muscle in the pale moonlight before his wolf exploded forth in a crackle of power. His broad paws hit the soft earth with a thud. Elias shook out his dark pelt, then tipped his big head at me expectantly, ears perked forward and tail wagging like a puppy.
I took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs. I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and let my wolf take control.
Choosing to shift felt different than my wolf forcing my way out. Power moved down my spine, then a cool energy surged from my core and danced down my nerves all the way to my fingertips and toes. The shift rippled over me as my wolf gleefully sprang forth.
My paws hit the ground. I took another long inhale through my newly elongated snout, and in this shape the air was rich: the legumes growing underground, the lamb cooking in the kitchen, the smoke from the hearths inside, the strong smell of dirt and moonlight. I shook out my bright white pelt, too.
Shall we? Elias’ voice rumbled in my head. His eyes gleamed pure gold as he watched me, jaw barely parted enough to reveal a hint of teeth.
I perked my ears forward. I’d almost forgotten that—that he could communicate with me in this shape so easily. It felt good, though, to hear his voice so intimately. I lunged forward and nosed roughly at his neck, inhaling the warm, familiar scent. Yes, I said in response. I wasn’t sure he could hear me, until he rumbled a low acknowledgment in his chest and knocked his head affectionately against mine.
Behind the Bloody Nightingale, the bald roads were vast and rocky, peppered with boulders and a few spare trees leading to the distant forest. It was vast and open, untended, uninhabited—freeing.
Elias turned around, then dug his back paws into the dirt and exploded off of them, bounding onto the bald. I yipped in delight and chased after him. We sprinted as fast as our wolf-shapes could run; the wind combed through my pelt as if to graze me, and my nose caught the many sweet scents. I chased after Elias, hopping over rocks and dodging trees as we ran and ran, chewing up the distance carelessly.
He was right. It did feel good. It felt incredible. I ran faster. My heart pounded hard, blood singing in my veins as my muscles worked, shaking off the stiffness of travel and the frustrations of the past few months. It all slid off me like rainwater. I barked happily; we approached a large boulder jutting from the bald like a turtle’s shell and I charged it, ran up its sloped face to the top and then leaped off, gleefully careening into Elias’ bulk and knocking him onto his side. He yipped back playfully and snapped his jaws at me. We tussled like that in the bald for a few minutes, playfighting, until I had him pinned.
His gold eyes gleamed as he bared his throat in submission. I nosed at his exposed neck affectionately, then leaped off him and back up, head lowered in an invitation to play, tail wagging.
He looked up and released a low, sonorous howl. The sound made my whole body shiver with pleasure, and I thumped my tail against the ground as I sat back on my haunches and instinctively echoed him. Our twin voices filled the cold night air.
It was so easy to be together like this. I only wished our royal lives were as simple.
3The next morning, I climbed into the carriage feeling shockingly well-rested. Elias had been right about the run—I’d slept like the dead on the slightly too soft mattress. I slept even better with the heat of Elias’ body next to mine. He’d been perfectly respectful all night too, keeping his distance from me. If I’d woken up first with my nose pressed to his nape, well, he didn’t need to know that.The mischievous glimmer in his dark eyes, however, suggested he might. “That run seemed to serve you well,” he said as he set our rucksacks inside the carriage. “Should make for a more pleasant ride today. Are you sore at all?”“No, should I be?” I asked, rubbing my neck.“Not particularly,” he said. “Just from the roughhousing last night. You were quite spry for someone who rarely shifts.” He set his hand at my neck where I was rubbing it and pressed his thumb into the muscle. It was slightly sore—that was why the contact sent delicious warmth spiraling through me.I swallowed and stepp
I turned red with embarrassment. “Ah, I hope it didn’t disturb you.”“Disturb?” Adora asked. “I love the sound of a howl in the evening. Makes me feel safe.”“Me, too,” Fina said. “I was glad to hear it. Are things okay between you two?”I took a tiny sip from the flask. The brandy did warm me, and I sank a little deeper into the bench seating. With my cloak wrapped around me like a blanket, I could lower my nose into the fur collar and savor the warmth.“They’re better,” I admitted. “Getting better.”Fina smiled, and kindly didn’t press for more. “Good. Here, Kodan has been teaching us this crazy card game from Askon. Want to play?”We hunkered down with the cards, prepared to wait a long time for Kodan and the king to return—but it was only about an hour before there was a knock on the carriage door. Elias was at the other side, flushed and grinning, with Kodan next to him, still in her intimidating wolf-shape.“We’ve found a place to stay nearby,” Elias said. “We can fit the party
“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
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