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 undisturbed by the occasional staff I saw in both human and wolf form. The library was just as quiet as it’d been when I’d first visited: the fire burned low in the hearth, and the lights were dim, as if the room was waiting in stasis for someone to arrive. I was grateful for the quiet, and I immediately felt soothed, relaxed, by the presence of all the unfamiliar books.
I was here for a purpose, though. I climbed the stairs to the wraparound balcony and headed directly toward the archival maps. The cartography table was still in the same place it’d been when I’d first visited, except this time, I hurried to the door near the back shelf first. Delicately, I pressed my ear to the surface of the door and listened for any sounds of activity: the scratching of a pen, an exhale of breath, soft footsteps. But I heard no noise, and my wolf was still quiet—no prickling in my nape, nothing.
The king wasn’t using his study, or whatever that room was. I sighed with relief. Finally, I had the whole library to myself.
First, I opened the small book and peered at the map of Efra included in the front. The king hadn’t wanted me looking at these maps. What kind of information was hidden in them? There had to be some answers as to why the structure of Efra, and Frasia, had changed so much since they had been drawn. When had the city shrunk? When had the nation split into the divides I knew now?
I smoothed the book flat onto the table and then stood in front of the shelves biting back a smile. I’d have to work through these methodically. I’d have to look at all these maps.
It took a while, and a very serious handle on my self-control to not get sucked into the more unfamiliar and curiosity-piquing maps, but after an hour, I’d pulled two more of Efra that illustrated some of the differences.
Strange. I smoothed the first map out flat. In this one, Efra was similar to the city I knew from current maps, except the south side was much larger, with neighborhoods extending nearly to the Frasian border. Now, that territory was mostly wasteland. I hadn’t heard reports of any wreckage in the wastes, either—it was like the city had never been there at all. I rolled out the second chart to compare. This map was even closer to the survey in the Blaylock book, with the southern side full of city infrastructure, as well as a larger Efran reach to the north and east, towards Daybreak.
The strangest thing was—the surveyings weren’t that old. Both were dated to my grandfather Constantine’s reign, which ended a century ago. Why had the city grown smaller during that time? And why was there seemingly no mark of that shrinkage in Efra today?
It was so large in the front of Blaylock’s book that I wondered if it was a metropolis at all. Was I seeing Efra, when really it was just Frasia, unbroken into cities and pack territories? The mystery thrilled me. I didn’t have access to materials like this in Daybreak, and the questions unspooled endlessly in my mind. I was good at this kind of thing, I realized—good at research, good at reading maps, good at building connections. There was so much I had to offer the court of Daybreak that I was never allowed to do. The realization made me frown. At least once I was done with this competition, I’d have more freedom. Maybe less access to materials like this, but I’d be free to travel where I wished, instead of being holed up in the Daybreak Manor dreaming of the day I could leave.
For now, though, I needed an even earlier map—one that predated my grandfather’s reign. I went back to the shelf and raised up onto my toes, reaching up to the topmost shelf. If my guess was right, these were probably arranged chronologically, so the oldest would be the charts in the dirty archival tubes on the highest shelf. I reached for the maps with some effort, my fingertips catching on the leather as I attempted to nudge them off the shelf and into my hands.
I finally got one and was just about to pull it from safekeeping and spread it out on the table, when my nape began to prickle.
Someone else was in the library.
I turned around slowly, so slowly, hopefully not attracting any attention. I hoped it was just a servant or guard making the rounds, maybe even a librarian who might be willing to help me access the older maps.
On the stairs, a wolf of Nightfall paused in its slow ascent.
This was not a wolf making the rounds. This wolf was looking for me. It was obvious in the way its hackles were up, nostrils flaring, ears pricked forward. Its pelt was the deep brown and black of the Nightfall pack, and it wasn’t huge—not like the guards, nor the king, but not as small as Amity and Rue. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve assumed it was a she-wolf like Rona.
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
“Where are we?” I asked.“My study,” the king said sharply.“Then what’s the room upstairs in the library?” I asked.“My archival study,” he snapped. “Why am I letting you ask questions?”He guided me to one of the chairs at the table and pushed me down to sit. I swallowed. Goosebumps rose on my arms. I was still riding high from the adrenaline of the fight and reeling from the way the king had carried me—I was offended while my wolf was preening. Right now, I was too tired to untangle those reactions. He exhaled. “Are you hurt?”I looked down at my hands. They were covered in blood, sticky and darkening as it dried, and it had reached my clothes as well. Certainly it had flecked my face, too. The same dark blood stained the king’s hands where he had grabbed me.“I’m fine,” I said. “It’s not my blood.” Suddenly, renewed anger surged through me. “Care to explain why I just got attacked in your library?” “Attacked?” the king asked.“Yes, attacked!” I tried to stand up to get in his face
The blood drained from my face. Poisoned. So that was why Barion had insisted I not touch the blade. I simply thought it was the weapons safety he’d drilled into me since I was a little girl. But no —it was poisoned, and he hadn’t told me. I hadn’t intended to kill her, just stop her—but would I have killed her with the blade alone if I’d had to?Yes, I realized. I would’ve done whatever it took to protect myself. My wolf and I were aligned in that way. Her instincts had pushed me to carry the knife with me, and if I hadn’t listened, my attacker would’ve torn out my throat without remorse.“I was attacked without provocation,” I said. I met the king’s gaze steadily. “She tried to kill me. I defended myself.”“A guest of my court cannot be carrying weapons like that,” the king said. “A scuffle should not result on the death of a wolf.”“A scuffle?” I balked. “She tried to kill me! If I hadn’t defended myself—”“A wolf should always defend herself,” the king said. “If a wolf threatens y
“Adora may be weak with a sword, but the resources she would bring to your court would empower you more than any show of strength on a battlefield.” “The council agrees with you,” the king admitted.I blinked. “They do?”“It’s an obvious choice,” the king said. “Adora is a beautiful woman with exceptional resources at her disposal. She impressed the council greatly during the first trial.”“Wonderful,” I said. “So it’s settled.” A strange dark disappointment washed over me.“The competition hasn’t ended,” the king said. “The council does not make the decision—I do.” I glanced up. “It doesn’t seem right to continue after this.”He took another sip of his drink. “I am not holding the Choice for purely political means.”“You’re speaking in riddles.” My head was spinning. Too much had happened in the past hour—I couldn’t keep up with the king’s tendency to talk around things. So the council had a favorite, but the competition was still ongoing, and Rona was dead. Where did we go from here
“Now,” the duchess said, “it’s time for the final trial. Tomorrow, you will be attending the closing ball for the King’s Choice. You will be expected to face the council again, but this time, you will be presenting to the council.”“Oh?” Adora asked. “Like a diplomatic meeting?”“Yes,” the duchess said. “The council has tested your knowledge of governance and manners, and your physical skill on the battlefield. Now, the council would like to know why each of you wish to wear the Crown of Nightfall at King Elias’ side.”Fina nodded, trying her best to look excited, but I could see the despair in her eyes. This felt like a terrible school assignment—having to stand in front of the council and argue that I wanted the crown? I was good at navigating diplomatic situations, like trade disputes and legal questions, but just standing there and telling them I wanted this seemed like an impossible task. And I could only assume the duchess would be trying to thwart me every step of the way. She
“I know my way around,” Adora said. “I think.” “Love the confidence,” Fina said with a smile.“Walking will do you good if you’re sore,” Adora said. “And it’s warmer inside the manor than outside.”Not that I needed any more convincing. Adora led us through the quiet halls of the manor. Though we passed guards and servants, no one seemed to give us a second glance. I had expected there to be more guards, or an increase in surveillance of some kind after yesterday, but it seemed like the duchess and the council would rather pretend it hadn’t happened at all. I supposed Nightfall violence was only acceptable when the Nightfall wolves were the victors.We made our way to the northern wing of the manor, where the hallways were narrower and the lighting dim.“This is mostly servants’ quarters and prep rooms in this wing,” Adora explained quietly. “My sisters and I would always come this way to play hide and seek when we were here as children. Anything to avoid the boring trade disputes.”
Well, I’d already almost died once this week. Might as well keep the fun going. The Fae magic crackled around me. I grinned at Fina, ignored Adora’s protests, and stepped into the dark room.As soon as I crossed the threshold, the magic raced over my skin like a curious, sparking touch. It made my hair stand on end, and my wolf alert and attentive internally. Not fear, just—intensity.Curiosity. Then, as I squinted into the inky darkness, torches lining the walls sparked to life.Light flooded the room. I gasped, my eyes widening as I drank in the sight in front of me.This wasn’t just a room. This was a vault.It was a small room, low ceiling, with stone walls lined with shelves. Where there weren’t shelves, there were glass cases, lining the space like the books in the library. It was crowded, stuffed with items, and the whole room crackled with energy.“Wow,” I murmured.Fina and Adora stepped in behind me, both equally shocked. “What is all this?” Adora asked. “Fae artifacts,” Fin
“Reyna,” he said gruffly. “I heard what happened. You’re all right?”“I’m all right,” I said, muffled into his chest. “Seriously, I’m okay.”He pulled back and gripped my upper arms, examining me as if checking for wounds. “You’re sure? You were attacked by a wolf, Reyna, that’s no small event.”“I’m aware of that,” I said. I sat back down at the table and scarfed down some of the sliced meats and cheeses the girls had prepared for me. “Things were a little complicated because of the weapon I used.”“I’m glad you had it on you,” Barion said. “I knew I taught you to be prepared.”“Well, I would’ve appreciated it if you’d told me everything about that blade,” I hissed, low. “I’d only intended to subdue her.”Barion pressed his lips together in a thin line. “With a wolf like Rona, one of you would’ve ended up dead. I’m simply grateful it was her and not you.”I sighed. I knew he was right—if I had injured Rona, she would’ve kept attacking me. Even though the king had intervened, she woul