“It’s how he rules,” Barion said. “Cazzell drunkenly revealed that he’d been embezzling some of
Nightfall’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 trousers. For today’s trial, I decided on one of the outfits with trousers—a different fit than the one I’d tried on in the shop. It was a simple dark teal bodice, embroidered with light blue, and matching dark, fitted trousers more similar to menswear than womens. Over that I wore a knee-length skirt, except the skirt opened in the front, allowing full freedom of movement while still maintaining my modesty.
I’d never worn anything like this. My father never would’ve allowed me to wear trousers, not even when sparring with Barion.
“Speak up, pup,” Barion prompted.
“Ugh,” I said as I tugged the trousers on. “You saw him.”
“What part?”
“He sniffed me.”
Barion chuckled. “Indeed he did.”
“That’s so invasive!” I tugged the bodice on over my head and fastened the clasps on the front. Camille had really thought of everything—I didn’t need a handmaiden to put this on. “And embarrassing! Right in front of all the court members? Why would he do such a thing? It was so disorienting.”
“Hm,” Barion said. “Maybe he likes you.”
I said nothing. Barion knew this was not my ideal situation, but he didn’t know I was actively trying to lose. He probably said that to quell my nerves. Yet all it did was send a bolt of terror through me. Any curiosity I’d started to develop about the king had swiftly gone out the window after last night. His amusement and playfulness were clearly just a front to get the contestants to let down their guard.
“Well, that’s one way of showing it,” I muttered.
I stepped out from behind the dressing screen. “What do you think?”
Barion raised his eyebrows but then nodded. “Quite functional. How does it feel?”
I spun on one foot then kicked in the air. “Functional,” I said with a grin. “I think it’ll help me today.”
“I doubt you’ll need help,” Barion said. “Not with the training I’ve given you.” “Usually, I’d agree with you, but we’ve both seen Wynona’s arms,” I said.
“Hmm. Good point.”
I sighed and smoothed down the skirt over my thighs, then joined Barion at the table to sip my coffee. “It just put me off-balance,” I admitted. “Being so close to the king in that form…” “Your wolf was interested?” Barion asked.
I nodded, even as my face flushed. “You know I don’t like to feel out of control.”
“You need a shift,” Barion said. “A run would do you a world of good. You’re dealing with a lot of stress.”
Out of the question, I didn’t say. Gods know where my wolf would end up taking me.
“Just keep an eye on the king for me, please,” I said. “I’m worried about him losing control again.”
Barion watched me carefully for a long moment, then nodded. “You know I’m always looking out for you, milady. I’ve brought something for you.”
I blinked. “A gift? From Barion himself? The man who is even vehemently against celebrating birthdays?”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not a gift. It’s a tool.” He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a long, thin knife, sheathed in a dark leather scabbard. The hilt was small, with a narrow guard inlaid with moonstone. He withdrew the blade from the sheath.
“Wow.” I leaned closer to peer at the thin, gleaming weapon. “That’s gorgeous—the craftsmanship is so delicate.”
He nodded. “Had it made special.” I reached out and he snatched it away. “Don’t touch the blade.”
“Why not?” I asked. “Enchanted?”
“No,” he said. “Just sharp. Trust me, and keep it sheathed when you don’t need it. I only wanted you to have something to protect yourself, ever since you mentioned what happened with the king.”
Barion didn’t pull the ‘trust me’ card often. When he did, I knew he meant it. So I nodded in agreement, and only then did he hand the knife over hilt-first.
“Thank you,” I said softly. Barion did always look out for me. If he thought there was a reason I needed to keep a knife around, it wasn’t unfounded. Even if I thought he was being paranoid, it was better to be too paranoid than not careful enough.
And the conversation did make me feel better—less like I was running blindly into the wolf’s jaws, for lack of a better term. I couldn’t go on a shifted run, and I didn’t have anyone to attack with the knife, but surely I’d feel better after this trial. I always felt better after I got to swing a sword around.
I arrived at the solarium for breakfast in slightly better spirits. The coffee had helped, as had Barion’s promise that he’d keep an eye on things. It just made me feel better to know I wasn’t dealing with all this alone.
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
Except she didn’t feel rested at all. She wanted closeness, other wolves, either the handmaidens or Fina and Adora, or better yet, the king. That wasn’t happening today, though. I padded over to my dresser and pulled out the fine silver knife Barion had given me, sheathed in its leather scabbard embroidered with the Daybreak crest. Sometimes a wolf’s instincts were just a little overactive. I’d been through a lot of stress—the dinner, the sparring, and having the king show up at my door. My wolf was on high alert. Having the little knife on my person would calm her down, certainly. I slipped it into the waistband of my pants.It worked. My wolf settled, the weight of the knife a substitute for her bared teeth, and a tangible reminder of Barion, too. Then I tucked The History of Fae in Frasia into the crook of my arm and slipped out of my room. I didn’t leave a note for Amity and Rue, but I had a feeling they’d know where to find me.I made my way through the halls of the manor undistu
But what would a shewolf be doing creeping around the halls? It had to be a guard, or— Or something worse. Someone sent to find me.I swallowed, my feet pinned to the floor. “Can I help you?” I asked primly, the steadiness in my voice hopefully concealing some of my fear. But I didn’t doubt the wolf could sense the anxiety radiating off me. It crept up the stairs until it was on the balcony with me, its paws silent on the stone floor.Internally, my own wolf raised her hackles.“What do you want?” I asked, low.What did I expect? For the wolf to shift back into human form and explain itself? Of course it didn’t—it just pulled its lip back from its teeth in a snarl as a growl began to build.The yellow eyes fixed on me with the bloodthirsty gaze of a predator.This wolf wasn’t here to scare me.This wolf was here to kill me.11barely had time to acknowledge that truth before the wolf launched off its back feet with teeth bared. I scrambled backward, and my foot caught on the hem of m