“I expected,” the king continued, “that you might behave more like those two. Meeting people.
Learning how things work in my pack.”
Over his shoulder, Rona and Wynona were sneering at each other. Rona had a court member on her arm, headed to the dance floor, and Wynona, despite standing next to a councilmember, looked like she was a breath away from shifting and lunging at Rona.
“Ah, Your Highness,” Fina said, “we were only—”
“Your Highness,” I cut in as my irritation grew, “would you rather we posture for dominance on the dance floor like those two?”
“Perhaps I would,” the king said.
“To think that Ladies of the Court would behave so childishly would be to insult our lineage,” I said curtly.
At my side, Adora inhaled sharply through her nose. My wolf whined internally, as my instincts fought my mind yet again.
The king made a low sound in his chest, somewhere between a growl and a laugh. The hair on my arms stood on end. He leaned closer and his eyes flashed gold—for a moment I thought he would shift right there and force me to show submission.
But then his face broke into that strangely familiar wolfish grin, showing his sharp canines. “My apologies, my lady,” he said as he straightened up. “Next time I’ll be sure to mind my business.” He turned on his heel and strode away.
“What in the gods’ names!” Fina hissed. “Are you crazy?” Adora stood there with her hands clapped over her mouth.
I blinked. I was still shot through with a strange mix of adrenaline and defiance and—something else I couldn’t quantify, heat stirring low in my gut. My wolf was confused. What was that reaction from the king? I’d intended to make him dislike me—had it backfired?
“I can’t believe you just had the King of Frasia apologize to you,” Fina said. “Oh, my days.”
“I need fresh air,” Adora said. She hurried toward the small balcony just off the ballroom, and Fina dragged me along, as well. As she tugged me across the ballroom, Barion caught my eye, then tipped his chin in wordless question. I shook my head. It made me feel better to know he’d had an eye on me while the king had spoken to us, even though I doubted there was anything he could’ve done if the king had decided to make his displeasure known.
But what would the king have done? Even before I knew who he was, when I’d been rude to him, he’d only responded with that smirky teasing. He’d been almost playful. I kept waiting for some kind of punishment to come down, and nothing happened. He just seemed… Curious. Amused. He’d intimidated me, but so far I hadn’t felt threatened at all. It was just his reputation that threatened me more than anything else.
Adora pushed open the glass doors to the balcony. The small balcony overlooked the solarium, its glass panels reflecting the endless stars overhead and the moon, peeking out from behind a cloud. The cold air shocked me, nearly burning my nostrils after the comfortable heat of the ballroom. Adora took a deep, cleansing breath, then exhaled dramatically and braced her hands on the railing of the balcony.
“What were you thinking?” Fina asked sharply. “Speaking to the king like that! That’s going to reflect poorly on all three of us, you know.”
“Oh, don’t say that,” Adora said, distraught.
“He would’ve been well within his rights to smack you,” Fina said. “Or worse.”
I sank onto the narrow bench of the balcony and pulled my stole tight around my shoulders. “It’s strange,” I said. “People keep saying that.”
“What,” Fina said, “that you’re crazy?”
“That he’s dangerous,” I said. I thought back to our previous encounters and my brow furrowed.
“But I haven’t seen him behave like that at all. Or anything even suggesting that.”
“Well, they don’t call him the Bloody King for nothing,” Adora said. “I wouldn’t push your luck.” “I’m not pushing my luck, I’m just…” I pressed my lips together. What exactly was I doing? Trying to reconcile the man with his reputation? Trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to get out of the Choice? What did that amused expression on his face mean?
Before I could explain myself, a loud clatter rang out from the ballroom, then shouts and gasps.
My wolf jolted to attention, and the three of us rushed back inside.
The sight that greeted us made me stop dead in my tracks. The band had ceased playing, and the room was still. At the doors, two guards in their wolf forms stood with hackles raised and long teeth bared in a snarl. The guests stood still. A woman dropped her glass of wine, and it shattered on the tiles, spilling red across the floor. In the center of the room the king gripped a court member by the throat. It was one of the men who had been seated at the end of the table, laughing riotously during the fine dinner.
The king’s hand was immense on the man’s scrawny neck, tan against his pale flesh, his nails digging into the skin. The man gripped the king’s wrist desperately, tugging at it helplessly. He didn’t even seem to notice.
“Let this be a reminder to you all,” he boomed. His deep voice echoed around the room, effortlessly commanding attention, even with his gaze fixed firmly on the court member’s face. “I may be entertaining this Choice for the benefit of my pack and the Kingdom of Frasia, but my participation in these traditions does not mean I have gone soft.” He bared his teeth in a frightful expression that was half-smile and half-snarl. His eyes glowed golden—he was closer to wolf than man. “I will not tolerate traitors such as Lord Cazzell in my court. Treason will not be met with trials or imprisonment as in courts past. To betray Nightfall is to forfeit your life.”
“Your Highness,” the man gasped. His red face was swiftly turning blue. “Please—no—”
“How dare you speak,” the king snarled. He gripped the man’s neck tighter and lifted him up. His toes now barely touched the floor. The man writhed in his hold, twitching desperately and clawing at his arm.
Then, with a simple snap of his wrist, the king broke his neck.
I gasped in horror, disbelief and disgust racing down my spine like ice.
The man went limp. The king tossed him aside like cleaned chicken bones. The body hit the stone floor with a sick thump, and the king didn’t even grant him a second look. He nodded at two nearby servants, who quickly shifted into small brown wolves. They trotted forward and dragged the corpse out of the ballroom. Every hair on my body was standing on end, and my heart raced.When I finally tore my eyes away, the king was staring at me.This wasn’t the curious look I’d felt at dinner, or the amused gaze when I’d spoken with some rudeness. I’d seen his eyes flash gold before, but never so completely. This wasn’t the man looking at me—this was the wolf.I felt the shift before it happened.The air in the room crackled with energy. My wolf whined in my chest, and my nape ached. I felt frozen in place, pinned by his gaze.Then, like a rippling wave, he shifted. He didn’t wear the moonstone rings like the servants did— as his wolf rushed forward, his fine clothes ripped at the seams, fallin
“It’s how he rules,” Barion said. “Cazzell drunkenly revealed that he’d been embezzling some ofNightfall’s moonstone and cutting under-the-table deals with the traders from Shianga.”“And that’s cause for execution?” I demanded. “It’s a trade dispute!”“It’s like he said.” Barion sipped his coffee. “He wanted to make an example of it, to prevent anyone else from trying anything similar.”“I bet he’s just pissed he has to hold this Choice at all,” I huffed. “He’d probably be happier running around in the woods slaughtering deer.” “Oh, I’m sure he makes time for that,” Barion said. I gaped at him.“I’m kidding,” Barion said, laughing. “He’s busy with his kingly duties. Is it just the execution that’s got you so wound up? I thought you’d be expecting behavior like that, what with how worried you were about your imagined punishment.”I sighed and stepped behind the dressing screen. The tailor had sent four outfits, including the one I’d requested at the shop. Two were gowns and two had t
Fina raised her eyebrows at my outfit, but Adora just grinned from where she was seated. They were both wearing simpler gowns, too, Adora in tan cotton and Fina in elegant greens. Rona was seated at the table with them too, but she just scoffed at my outfit like it was the dumbest thing she’d ever seen. Her own dress was made for function as well, a brown skirt hitting just under her knees, and a black bodice with long fitted sleeves.“Good morning,” I said as I joined them and made myself a plate of breakfast from the spread at the table. Wynona was still absent, though not late yet.“How’d you sleep?” Rona asked with a half-smirk. “Any nightmares about the big bad wolf?” I poured myself a coffee. “I slept fine.”“I’ve never seen someone look so frightened around a wolf before,” Rona continued. “If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t think you were a shifter at all. You looked like a scared little girl in front of the king.”“Rona!” Adora said.“I’m just stating the obvious,” Rona said.
We followed her through a small door at the side of the arena into a staging area built beneath the stands. The crowd noise was shockingly loud, even with no one on the playing field. Our escorts awaited us in the staging area, and I rushed toward Barion. He grinned at me and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly.“This is your moment, Reyna,” he said, quietly enough that it was only for me. “With the Dawnguard girl gone, there is no one here who can beat you.”I nodded and tried to swallow. I hated to disappoint Barion—but I’d have to if I wanted to be eliminated from this contest. I’d make it up to him when we were back in Daybreak. He’d understand. The dinner last night had only proven that I could not be a part of the Nightfall pack. Not now. Not ever.“Ladies!” A short, severe-looking woman dressed in the leather armor of the Nightfall guards strode in and clapped once to get our attention. “We will be beginning shortly! I will be assigning pairs. You will step into the arena at my w
I chose a Shiangan single-edged sword, with a tapered blade that narrowed at the hilt and widened slightly toward the top. It wasn’t made quite as finely as the ones I was used to training with in Daybreak, purchased directly from the traders at the port, but it was familiar in my hand and the right size and weight for parrying. I swung it in a few careful arcs, testing the weight and balance as I walked back toward the center of the arena.When I glanced up, the king was watching my testing moves with a curious tilt to his head. Shit. I’d already fallen into my muscle memory.There was a large white circle drawn on the dirt. I took my place at one end and fell naturally into my fighting stance, with my left foot forward and the sword in my right hand. Ten yards away, Rona stood in a similar stance, with the sword gripped so tightly her knuckles were white. Anger and anticipation radiated off her, and she didn’t hesitate to bare her teeth in a snarl intended to intimidate.I took a sl
The cheers only increased in volume, mixed with the thunderous stamping of feet and sporadic wild howls. Rona’s head only dipped lower, her tail tucked between her legs. Lady Glennis looked just as irritated as the duchess as she summoned Rona off the field and back into the staging area.Then I was alone, standing in the middle of the arena with my sword in hand, as I looked up at the king.This could not be happening. I felt like I was standing slightly outside my body. Like at any moment I’d wake up from a terrible nightmare. Spar the king? Was Barion mad?Barion just winked at me. He stood just in the doorway to the staging area, arms crossed over his chest, grinning like he’d just pulled off the greatest scheme of all time. If I had actually wanted to win this contest, I would’ve agreed. But now—now I wouldn’t be losing to Fina as I expected.What did the king want out of this? Would he want to prove something to me? Or was this just a show for his subjects? Fear gripped my heart
I ducked lower and shifted my weight, so I was behind him again, and raised my sword just quickly enough to block another overhead swing aimed at me. With one hand on the hilt and the other palm on the flat of the blade, I pushed back against his sword, grimacing with the effort, digging my heels into the dirt of the arena. “A sneaky maneuver,” he said through gritted teeth. “Your escort spoke truth.” I said nothing, focused entirely on the effort of holding his sword back.Then, suddenly, the pressure was gone. He stepped back, but before I could regain my bearings, he slid his blade beneath my sword, still brandished as if to parry, and flicked it back toward himself.I lost my grip on the hilt and my sword went flying into the dirt.I hopped back into my stance, hands raised defensively, half-expecting another strike.The king only straightened his posture. He stuck the blade of his sword into the dirt like a flag claiming his victory.The crowed exploded into cheers. Had they been
Immediately, I was entranced by the detailed maps drawn carefully in the very front of the book.The city of Efra was bigger than I’d even imagined—and it was smaller now than it had been in the past. The map in the book showed Efra sprawling out across Frasia, its neighborhoods almost reaching Daybreak and the other packs. Huge. As if the city of Efra was the entirety of the continent. Ismoothed my finger down the map. What had changed to shrink the city so much, and to break the land into the separate domains of the packs?Amity and Rue arrived with breakfast, and I dismissed them just as soon as it was set up. I stayed in my pajamas as I sipped my coffee and nibbled at toast, the small tome open flat on the table beside me. There were few pleasures better in my life than a lazy breakfast and a good book.I was only a few dozen pages into the introduction to the book and the history of author Hae Blaylock’s life when a brisk knock at the door shattered my attention. I pressed my li