I tried not to scowl at my reflection and mostly succeeded. I hated the thought of the king looking at me and imagining my wolf—she was a private part of my soul, and I loathed to share her with the world at all.
“That’s fine,” I said.
To her credit, Amity seemed to understand I wasn’t interested in chatting. Hopefully, she’d just chalk it up to nerves. True to her word, she only put a small amount of makeup on me—a tint to my lips and a blush on my cheeks, making me look a little more doe-eyed and innocent than I wanted to. Then, from the drawer of the vanity, she pulled out a fine silver box.
“You’ll be wearing this today,” she said. “Lady Glennis had them made for all the contestants of the Choice.” She opened the box and revealed a delicate tiara.
It was silver, with delicate white stone cut in the shape of a semicircle, flanked by nine small diamonds. “This stone… Is it…?”
“Moonstone, yes,” Amity confirmed.
“It’s lovely,” I murmured. I’d seen jewelry made with moonstone at the marketplace, but I didn’t wear it myself. It was too valuable as a resource and too important to trade. Even the highest-ranking women of Starcrest, the pack responsible for its mining, only wore it decoratively. Gazing into the stone, I suddenly realized the design was particular to me as well. “This is my coat of arms.”
“Exactly,” Amity said. “Do you like it?”
“It’s gorgeous,” I said. And that was true, even if I didn’t exactly like it. Amity carefully fixed it in my hair, so the gems that represented my pack were centered above my blue eyes. I had to admit it looked nice, and not too ostentatious, tucked into my loose hair. As Amity adjusted the tiara in my hair, I noticed a similar gem, small and gleaming, embedded into a silver ring she wore on her middle finger. “You wear it as well?”
Amity blinked at me in confusion, and then followed the line of my gaze to the ring. “Oh, this?” she asked. “No, this is just a servant’s ring.”
“What do you mean?”
“Moonstone for function, not for beauty,” Amity said with a smile. “The tiara will look even better with your dress. Come with me.”
In the bedroom, Rue and Amity carefully helped me step into one of the gowns my father had commissioned on such short notice. The tailors had done a remarkably good job. The dress fit perfectly: a full teal skirt with an ivory bodice, with full long sleeves and teal embroidery detailing.
I wasn’t used to dressing like this, in heavy layers and long sleeves, but I was grateful for it now. This manor was drafty. Rue fastened the lacing at the back, carefully sweeping my blonde hair out of the way.
“All the women have these tiaras?” I asked.
Rue nodded. “Yes, each fashioned after their coat of arms. It shows your status and illustrates to the king which pack you represent. Four of you are ladies of your packs, and one competitor is a commoner.”
My mood, buoyed by the bath, soured again. Retorts sat sharp on my tongue: would a nametag be easier? Does he often forget the identities of the women he courts? But I was used to holding my tongue in my father’s court so I steeled my expression into neutrality. We were just wolves to him, weren’t we? This competition wasn’t about who I was as a person—it was about who I was as a lady and as a wolf.
A lady I could be. A wolf—not like him. Never like him.
“A commoner?” I asked instead. “How was she chosen?”
“Nightfall held a lottery for their representative,” Rue said. “All packs are to be represented in the King’s Choice, of course, but the king wanted to ensure the Choice was fair to all.”
That was an eloquent way of putting it—Rue was good at her job. Obviously, tradition said that all five packs had to participate, but this Choice was mostly to increase Frasian faith in the king. Having the king choose a bride from his own pack would certainly not do that. The council had made a good decision by instituting a lottery. It adhered to tradition, made it clear the king would not be choosing the Nightfall wolf, and would most likely provide a good show for the spectators in Efra. This Choice was well-planned. To the point that it almost made me a little nervous. “Ready?” Rue asked.
I nodded.
Then I gasped.
In the middle of my bedroom, Rue and Amity both shifted.
Their turn made the air crackle with magic, and in my chest, a wolf roused into wakefulness, as if she was slowly coming out of a long nap and shaking her fur out. Being near a shift always made my wolf curious—but it was easy to push that desire away.
Rue and Amity were both pups. They stood nearly hip-height to me, and they had the long legs and big paws of still-growing wolves. Both had warm brown coats, Rue’s a shade darker than Amity’s. They tipped their snouts up to me, ears flopping, before padding over to the door. Amity looked back at me expectantly, tail wagging. If they thought I was shifting, they had another thing coming. For one —I’d just gotten dressed!
It was then I realized their dresses and aprons were nowhere to be found.
The servant’s rings. Both of them had a thin silver loop around their front left paw. Was that the ring? Did that allow them to shift and stay in uniform?
It seemed like madness. Why waste the magic and the effort to allow the servants to shift? And why let them do so on manor grounds? Were wolves just shifting whenever they wanted to during court functions? I tried to keep my expression neutral as I stepped between the two pups to open the door.
Rue and Amity escorted me through the wide, dark halls of the manor. Their nails clicked on the stone, and they walked briskly, with ears pointed forward and eyes alert, as if looking for threats. Despite my own discomfort, my wolf was awake and preening at the attention.
She liked having the wolves at her side, liked feeling protected, and knowing other wolves were close by. The itch to shift was at the base of my skull, but it was a small, familiar sensation, and one I easily ignored.We made our way to the solarium, which seemed to act like a central courtyard. It was like a gorgeous, domed greenhouse, with the sunlight falling in through the thick glass panels and snow gathered at the rivets where the panels connected, but the space inside was much warmer than the air outside. Still cool enough that my Daybreak-acclimated self needed my long sleeves, but certainly comfortable.The space was full of plants that seemed to be adequately taken care of. None of the ferns looked particularly happy and some of the flowers were drooping, but it was overall lush and a clear display of wealth and status. Not everyone had the capacity to keep such aesthetic greenery alive in these temperatures. I couldn’t help but wonder if these were plants my grandfather, C
We had a cup each and some vaguely awkward chitchat, carried mostly by Fina doing her best to get us all to open up. But the other contestants were either uninterested, or simply anxious, waiting for the official start of the competition.Luckily for Fina, we didn’t have to wait long. The door to the solarium opened. Lady Glennis strode in, her heels cracking on the fine stone floor. Her simple green gown was cinched at the waist, functional, but still elegant. She had a notebook open in her arm and a severe look on her face.My heart dropped. What could an expression like that mean? If the king was already in a bad mood, I certainly didn’t want to be the one to meet him. What happened to make the Lady Glennis look so openly upset?“Good morning, ladies,” Glennis said curtly. “I trust you’ve enjoyed making your introductions.” She peered at us, brows raised slightly. We all nodded and murmured our affirmatives.“Good,” she said. “Unfortunately, there’s been a change of schedules. The
My eyes widened as I peered at the map, drinking in the unfamiliar lines and words. It wasn’t Frasia—it was a region I’d never seen before. It looked mountainous, riddled with winding rivers and small lakes, with a jagged coastline. A few towns were illustrated and labeled, but I couldn’t read the language. Where was this? What kind of people lived here? Were they shifters? Mountainous —maybe dragon shifters? The thought thrilled me. I traced the path of the rivers, imagining I was there charting them myself. I saw it clear as day in my mind, myself in functional pants and heavy boots, standing on the bank of a freezing cold river as I gazed up at the crest of an unfamiliar mountain range. I imagined myself sketching the shapes of the mountains, adding detail to my maps.“What do you think you’re doing?” a rough, unfamiliar voice said behind me.It surprised me so much I nearly jumped out of my skin. I straightened up and whipped around, and found I was staring directly into a broad,
4The richly detailed Frasian maps made it easy to lose the hours. It wasn’t until my stomach rumbled demandingly that I finally was able to pull my attention away from the richly detailed representations of cities and coastlines I’d never seen. With some regret, I rolled the maps backup and slipped them into their leather tubes.Downstairs, I found Fina curled up in an overstuffed chair by the fire, entranced in a novel and already three-quarters of the way through it.“Hey,” I said.She jolted so hard she nearly toppled out of the chair. “Oh!” She blinked rapidly. “Wow! What time is it?”I bit back a laugh. “Looks like you’re enjoying the book,” I said.She brandished it at me. “It’s about a wolf who falls for a dragon shifter,” she said. “Very intense.”“Sounds like it.”“And I thought the king was intimidating,” she said. “Whew. At least he’s a wolf.”“I don’t know,” I said, “I think I might prefer a dragon. At least then you don’t have to deal with the rest of the pack.”“What?
I hurried to the guest dining room, following Amity in her wolf form as she trotted briskly through the darkened halls. When I stepped into the dining room, small and cozy save for the vaulted ceilings and extravagant albeit dusty chandelier, the four women were already seated at the table.“I’m so sorry,” I said as I hurried in. “I was writing a letter and lost track of time.”“No worries,” Fina said with a smile. “We only just arrived as well.”Rona sucked her teeth. “Just like a princess to invite guests and show up late.”I started. Rona said that with such venom it shocked me. “It’s just as I said, I was only—”“Evening, ladies,” Lady Glennis said as she strode through the back door of the dining room. I wasn’t expecting to see her but I was grateful for the interruption. I took my seat at the table and took a quick sip of wine, avoiding Rona’s burning gaze. “I heard you had decided to dine together. I hope I’m not intruding.”“Of course not!” Fina said brightly. “The more the me
“Well, I’d only intended to give you this.” He pulled a small sheet of folded parchment from his pocket and offered it to me.Against my better judgment, I took it from his hand, and inhaled sharply in surprise when I unfolded it. It was a carefully drawn copy of the map he’d snatched from my hand earlier. Smaller, less detailed—but certainly the same. I gaped at it for a moment before I remembered myself, and straightened back up. Yes, I would definitely be spending time reviewing this copy in my room. But that didn’t make his behavior any more acceptable.“Thank you,” I said. “But I would appreciate it if you would refrain from bothering me further.”“Oh, I didn’t realize I was bothering you,” the guard said. He looked so damn pleased with himself, with his eyes flashing gold.“And I won’t be here in Efra long,” I said. “Better not to waste your time.”“And why’s that?” he asked. “You just said you were here for the Choice.”“The king won’t be choosing me,” I said. “I’m here to repr
The manor was quiet as I made my way to the nearby guest quarters. If I was going to get put in the stocks today, I should tell my escort about it. That was the right thing for a lady to do, wasn’t it?I cringed. Not that I knew a lot about being a lady, apparently. It’d taken me a grand total of two days to ruin my reputation with the court.“Barion,” I whispered as I rapped on the heavy wooden door to his quarters. “Barion, it’s me.”From inside the quarters, Barion heaved a great sigh. After a few moments of rustling around, he opened the doors and squinted blearily at me. “What is it?” “I need your help,” I said.A furrow of concern formed in his brow, and he stepped aside to motion me into his quarters. They were much smaller than mine, but the bed was still huge, and coals glowed in the hearth. I sat down at the small table, and Barion sat across from me. He was still barely awake, in a loose tunic and slacks. He glanced around the room like he might be able to will some coffee
My wolf urged me to bare my teeth, growl back, show this woman that I was just as capable as she was. For a moment, my wolf surged dangerously close to the surface—my skin prickled and my adrenaline surged with the desire to show dominance. It was close enough that Rona sensed it. She smirked.But this was exactly the kind of woman I didn’t want to be. Angry and conniving, using my wolf to get what I wanted. I was a lady and I was going to act like one, even when my wolf wanted otherwise. She was so active internally, more demanding than she’d been in years.Efra was bringing out the worst in me.Before I could say anything in response, the door opened, and Lady Glennis stepped back inside. “Ladies,” she said.The air in the room crackled with anticipation. The three other girls hurried to the table, setting their coffees down, and stood near Rona and me. My wolf settled back down, cowed by the knowledge of what was about to happen.Lady Glennis stepped aside. The King of Frasia strod