Spencer's POV“Lycan Prince Colin Flint shall replace Lycan Prince Spencer Flint as the new Crown Prince of the Lycan Royal Family.”The words fill the air, leaving Colin and I in stunned silence. We both look at each other, eyes wide with shock. Colin? The Lycan Crown Prince? Surely my father wouldn’t actually make such a change. We may have had our issues, our squabbles, lately. But my father has borne witness to Colin’s endless pettiness throughout his entire life. He’s seen Colin at his absolute worst, which is certainly not a pretty thing to behold. My father was too smart a man to ever trust Colin to actually run a kingdom. He may have threatened to replace me with Colin, but certainly not in a successional capacity. And even in the threats he did make, I never actually believed him. It just wouldn’t make sense to replace me with Colin.And yet, as much as I hate to admit it, I could see it being possible. That is a freshly-sealed envelope, and my father was right when he po
Spencer's POV Just as I’m about to attack Colin, my mother catches my eye. I can tell from her expression that she’s read my intentions. She knows I suspect Colin, and she’s right there with me. But judging by the disapproving frown on her face, she doesn’t think attacking him now is the right move. I hesitate for just a moment as Colin looks at me with wide eyes. Anger surges through me. Colin killed our father, I’m almost certain of it. Then he had a will forged or written with the express purpose of taking me down and replacing me as the next Lycan King. It’s absolutely diabolical. My hands are curled into fists, and I’m still poised to attack. But I’ve relaxed ever so slightly. I want to see what Colin will do next. “I have no idea how the will changed,” Colin says helplessly. “If Father really did have any intentions of making me king, he certainly didn’t clue me in.” “A likely story,” I snarl. “I–” Colin begins. “Boys!” My mother snaps. She sets her hand son her hips,
Spencer's POV “I don’t think you should come with us, Colin.”My mother’s voice is crisp and cold, leaving no room for argument. I have to suppress a smug smile as Colin’s face twists and contorts into a mask of sheer horror. “But–you’re cutting me out of this now?” He asks frantically. He turns to look at me, a glare darkening his features. “Spencer will turn you against me! I know he will!” “Depending on what the autopsy reveals, he may not need to do anything to turn me against you,” my mother says coldly. “I knew my husband. He would never name you as his successor. Something here is truly amiss, and I have no intention of finding myself on the wrong side of history. Go to your chambers, Colin. If I need anything else from you, I’ll mind link you directly.” “You can’t do this!” Colin protests. My mother shrugs, looking him up and down coldly. “If you truly had nothing to do with any of this, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. But the risk of your involvement is too great. F
Spencer's POV“The Lycan King has been poisoned.”The moment the words pass Doctor Danbury’s lips, my mother and I push past her, rushing into the morgue. Behind us are the fridges holding all the other bodies, but right now, my father’s is the only one laid out on display. I thought seeing him dead in his office was bad enough. But here he is now, eyes finally shut. The blood has been wiped from his lips. His skin is still blue, but now he’s lying down neatly, a blanket pulled up over his waist. I can see the Y-shaped slits cut into his chest where Doctor Danbury has carved into him to see what secrets his corpse now holds. “No.” My mother shakes her head firmly as she and Doctor Danbury join me at the table. “No, that–that’s not possible. The Lycan Royal Family has been training our whole lives to withstand poison attacks! Damien certainly survived quite a large number of them over the course of his life. He would have known the taste of it, the smell, the texture. He would have c
Spencer's POVColin killed my father. The truth settles into me, chilling me to the bone. I’d suspected Colin had something to do with his death since the moment he made his way into the dining hall covered in his blood, but still, to be confronted with such stark evidence is jarring. I don’t know what the results of the tox panel will be. I don’t think I care what poison was used to kill my father–all I need to know is whether or not Colin has more of it, and if he intends to use it. If he was willing to kill my father just to secure his own ascension to the throne, I don’t think he’d hesitate to dispose of my mother, or Sylvia, or even myself. I’m grateful now more than ever for Delilah–if Colin goes after those he thinks are closest to me, she’ll be the one to take the fall, not Ivy. No matter what happens, Ivy and my unborn child will be safe. “Thank you for your service here, Doctor Danbury,” I manage to say to the doctor with a curt nod. “And remember–none of what you’ve di
Spencer's POVAs I make my way to the palace, I can feel the sheer force of my rage crackling in my chest. My whole life, I’ve known that it’s been my destiny to be the Lycan King. Because of this, my parents spent my whole life pushing me to my limits–throwing me into dangerous situations and forcing me to grow up far too soon all for the sake of being the perfect leader. They made me cold and calculating and emotionless. They cost me a childhood all because of who they wanted me to be. It took years of preparation for me to get to where I am today, but if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that I’m ready to be king. And Colin most definitely is not. I don’t think he’s a threat. When it comes down to it, I believe he’ll be easy enough to subdue. But I’m afraid of the damage he can wreak before I can get to him–all the harm he could do before he’s dead. I need to kill him. Not just to serve my own purposes and reclaim my place as the Lycan Crown Prince, but for the good o
Spencer's POVAs I stare at Colin, awaiting his response to my challenge, I shift into my wolf form. My teeth curl around my lips, and a low growl hums in my throat as I stare at him in anticipation. He looks terrified at the suggestion–he’s not as good as me, and he knows it. A duel to the death would surely end with his corpse laid out at my feet. Even if he was in good shape, he wouldn’t be able to beat me. And judging by the looks of him, even those few brief moments of strangulation dealt him a fair bit of damage. But Colin can’t just ignore my challenge. He has to acknowledge it, one way or another. I can see the guards wandering around the halls. They’re here to bear witness, as few of them as there are. They’re going to spread the news of my challenge one way or another. There are two options for him right now. Either Colin accepts my challenge now and dies honourably, a warrior’s death in the heat of battle, or he rejects my challenge. The entire palace finds out about hi
Spencer's POV“You can’t stop me!” I want the words to sound menacing as I glare my mother down, but no matter my intentions, I find myself sounding far more plaintive than I’d like to. Still, I set my jaw and continue to meet my mother’s gaze, narrowing my eyes at her. “I’ll kill him,” I growl at her. “One way or another, I’ll kill him. Whatever you’re trying to do right now, it won’t last. I’ll get to him eventually.” My words feel like they’re losing their weight, though, as the guards behind me continue to bring Colin to the dungeon. Colin catches my eye, and his expression isn’t one of smugness or gloating–he looks relieved by his escape from certain death. I scowl bitterly. He’s going to be down there now, locked in the very cells where just earlier today we incurred a prison break. We still haven’t had a chance to reevaluate the security system, so who knows what he could possibly get up to–Was this his plan all along? Kill my father, get sent to the dungeon, and then brea
Ivy’s POV“Are you ready?” I whisper the question to Spencer as we stand behind a huge set of double doors. I’ve known him as the Lycan King for several weeks now, and been referred to as the Lycan Queen since our wedding, but today is the day it becomes official. Today is the day of the coronation. And I couldn’t be more excited. Every citizen of the Lycan Kingdom physically able to be in attendance is seated just beyond those double doors, dressed in their finest attire. I can hear the waning sounds of the band playing our anthem triumphantly, can hear the heavy steel-toed footfalls of our military as they carry out their grand display. It’s a show of strength and endurance–everything about today has been structured to portray power and confidence, from the massive outdoor ceremony in the palace’s courtyard to the full military regalia on display. “Ready as ever,” Spencer replies. “This is what I was born to, after all.” There’s a firm set to his jaw and iron in his posture. E
Spencer’s POV“Congratulations, Colin!” My mother is the first one to acknowledge the news, smiling gleefully as she looks towards her son and his fiancée. Now that their secret is out, Delilah is positively beaming as she slips the engagement ring out of her pocket and onto her finger, waving her hand back and forth. I chuckle lowly as the happy couple kisses tenderly. I just know they’re going to have the most unnecessarily extravagant wedding possible, and they’re going to adore every second of it. “I’m telling you, they’re only together because Delilah and I were engaged,” I murmur to Ivy out of the corner of my mouth. She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning. “If you say so, Spencer.” “Must be something in the air,” Sylvia remarks. “I heard Gamma Everly and Captain Leo got engaged, too!” At that news, I smile genuinely. After all the heartbreak she’s endured over the years, I’m glad Gamma Everly has finally found a man who can match her. It seems that my wedding to Ivy was on
Spencer’s POVIt’s been a couple days since I returned from the Sunclash pack and Ivy began recovering from the plague, and things have finally had a chance to settle into a routine. Beta Wilson and Doctor Danbury have been working restlessly to distribute the antidote to those in need far and wide. We’ve eradicated it completely from the Lycan kingdom and have almost finished scrubbing it from the outer packs. All of Elder Jet’s rebels have been placed in our custody, with trials pending. Based on the reports from other packs as well as the newly-formed Werewolf Council, it seems as though Elder Jet’s toxic ideology has been defeated for good. We still have lots to do to repair our relationship with the werewolves, of course, but we’re in a good place to begin that work. And as soon as Ivy returns to her full strength, I’m excited for us to begin that work together. I set down the last stack of papers on my desk and push open the door to my office, wandering back into the main bo
Ivy’s POV“What is it?” Those are the last words I hear, spoken in Spencer’s soothing, familiar voice, before I slip into an uneasy half-sleep. I can feel blankets being shifted and jostled around me, the vibrations from wheels being rolled across a bumpy floor. But my mind is distant, dreaming. I see fire. Magic. Blood. Frantic voices cry out, but there’s someone else, promising that I’m stable–just exhausted. My body is lifted up from the uncomfortable mattress and laid down somewhere much more soft and padded. There, finally, as the terrible burning recedes from my skin, I’m able to fall into a quiet, restful sleep. I’m not sure how much time passes before I finally come to. As my eyes plink open slowly, blearily, the first thing I see is Spencer sitting at the edge of my bed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good morning, Sleepyhead,” he says softly. I let out a quiet chuckle. “What time is it actually?” I groan, dragging a hand down my face. Suddenly I realize that everythin
Spencer’s POVAs I push past the double doors and into the hospital’s foyer, I’m struck by the absolute chaos everywhere. There are patients being pushed and shuffled in every direction, and the entire hospital staff looks criminally overworked, worry lines and downcast expressions almost completely hidden behind thick airtight filters. I realize the yellow suits all the staff are wearing match the protective suits Doctor Danbury gave us when we were investigating the Sunclash pack. And if everyone is in plague equipment now…I can only hope we’ll have enough of the antidote to deal with all the infected. That’s an issue for later, though. Right now, my focus is solely on Ivy. “Where’s the queen?” I shout, looking around the foyer frantically. A nurse rushes over towards me hurriedly, gaze darting back and forth. “She–she’s in the quarantine wing, Your Majesty,” the nurse says. “Quite a few patients are, unfortunately. Before I can take you there, I’m going to have to ask you to
Spencer’s POVAs soon as I pass the threshold of the Lycan Kingdom, I hear a frantic message from Captain Leo echoing in my mind. ‘–and they’re here!’ Comes the call, which has surely been repeating over and over again for ages now, if I’m hearing it as soon as I’m able. Captain Leo’s voice is frantic and desperate. ‘Please, Your Majesty, we have to get this under control. We need you here.’ I grit my teeth and keep my gaze peeled on the road ahead. We’re on our way to the palace now, to deliver the antidote to Ivy and whoever else may need it, but we’re still a matter of minutes away at least. ‘We’re in the kingdom now,’ I assure him. ‘Who’s here?’‘The rest of Elder Jet’s rebels, Your Majesty. It seems they were waiting for you to leave.’ I scowl in displeasure as I watch the scenery continue to blur around us. Of course that was the witch’s final plan, coward that she was. To poison my wife and lure me out to the middle of nowhere knowing how desperate I’d be to cure her… It’s
Ivy’s POVAs I lay in the quarantine room, I can feel the growing sickness continuing to spread through my body. Alongside all the typical postpartum symptoms, which would be horrendous enough on their own, the burning is horrible in its unrelentingness. The pain meds feel more like an empty consolation than anything else now. I’m more fatigued than I’ve ever felt before, but I can’t bring myself to fall asleep, because the agony simmering just beneath my skin is impossible to ignore. Am I being punished for something? ‘What am I going to do?’ I ask Venetia hopelessly. There’s no one else to talk to but her. ‘You’ll pull through,’ Venetia assures me, though I can hear the reluctance in her tone. ‘You heard the rumours–Spencer is out there right now, searching desperately for a cure! He loves you. He’s not going to let you die. You matter too much to him.’ I chuckle bitterly. ‘At a certain point, it doesn’t matter how much he doesn’t want me to die. I’ll die or I won’t.’ Venetia
Spencer’s POVAs my claws tear through the ice-cold flesh of the witch’s body, a bloodcurdling scream suddenly pierces the air. With a fierce cry, the witch tries to wrench herself from my grasp, but she only succeeds in dragging her body along my claws, worsening her own injuries. Blood splatters on the ground and onto my paws. It doesn’t feel like blood normally does, though–it’s cold like freshwater and feels oddly slick, almost oily. I pull my lips back over my teeth and growl viciously, searching for the witch’s neck in this darkness. “You beast!” The witch wails like a banshee. I can see her eyes glinting reflectively like a cat’s in the darkness. As we hit the ground, one of her antlers breaks and falls off. “Do you have any idea how powerful I am? You don’t have the faintest whisper of a chance against me, you brute–” I curl my claws inward, deepening the wounds further, and the witch lets out another ragged scream. Suddenly, the darkness in the room all seems to slither t
Spencer’s POV“Run!” My warning to Alpha Fierro echoes through the darkened office seemingly unheard. As the shadows continue to creep around my field of vision, obscuring everything from view, my heart thuds in my chest. Never before had I been scared of an enemy until encountering the witch. I shift fluidly into my wolf form, powerful arms and legs rippling with muscles, fangs and teeth sharp as daggers. My growl is a low, warning rumble in the base of my throat. Despite my heightened sentences as I continue to peer ahead, ears trained to detect the slightest sense of movement, I still have no idea where the witch is. “Reveal yourself, coward!” I shout, my voice echoing through the room. “You betray your honour by slinking around in the shadows.” The witch’s laugh, low and melodious, fills the air. There’s a haunting coldness to it. “Honour is a werewolf construct,” she says. “And it’s so unlike a proud, foolish warrior to consider it a cowardly action to win a battle with intel