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.
barely 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 my loose pants; with a curse I crashed to the floor. Fear lanced through me as the wolf sprang again, its yellow eyes gleaming
like it was pleased. It surged toward me, jaws open and teeth bared, so close I could feel its hot, humid breath rolling over my skin. I slammed my elbow into its snout, knocking it out of the way at the last moment.
The wolf yelped. I followed my elbow with a fierce donkey kick to its chest, and the wolf staggered back a step.
My own wolf snarled and snapped her teeth internally. I could feel her beating against my ribs like a physical presence, telling me to shift, shift, shift, defend yourself. If I were a lesser wolf, like a wild beast of Nightfall, my wolf would’ve forced me to shift. But I had more control than that.
Even with the other wolf snarling at me, its saliva frothing white between its teeth and at the corner of its jaws, I wasn’t going to shift. Not in the Nightfall manor—not to fight—not when I was so heightened.
I realized, staring down this wolf with my blood icy in my veins, that part of me feared I wouldn’t be able to shift back.
I shoved that fear down. I didn’t need my wolf to beat this one. I was just as strong in my human form, just as agile, just as smart. I bared my teeth at the beast and scrambled to my feet, dropping into a low fighting stance, and wrenched the small silver knife from my waistband.
“Come on,” I hissed at the wolf. “Try me.”
The wolf snapped its jaws again and surged forward. This time I met its attack with a swift kick to the side of the head, snapping it sideways; I barely hopped out of the way fast enough to avoid its jaws closing around my shin. My defense knocked the wolf to the side as its bulk crashed into the shelf of maps, sending the leather tubes tumbling from the shelf and all over the floor. A few bounced off the wolf’s body. It growled louder in frustration and shook its body like it was dispelling water droplets.
With its teeth bared, it charged me, eyes blazing, and it was only years of training with Barion that gave me the reflexive ability to stay alive. Instinctively, I leaped as high as I could, so the wolf barreled beneath me. It couldn’t keep its footing easily on the stone floor, and attempted to skid to a stop, but its weight and speed had it sliding. I ran after it.
This was my opening. I’d only get one. Be aggressive or be dead.
I launched myself forward off the balls of my feet, not too unlike the wolf itself, and drove my knife hard into its shoulder. I wrenched down, creating a deep gash in the muscle. The wolf howled in agony and thrashed under my hold, but I wrapped my fingers in its rough fur and held on, staying safely behind it as it struggled to throw me off. The gash poured thick, hot blood which steamed in the drafty library, the coppery smell flooding my senses. The gore covered my hand, and as the wolf thrashed, it sprayed flecks onto my face and fine clothes. It wasn’t a killing wound, but it was deep enough to hurt, and the howling and gnashing of teeth made it clear I had hurt this wolf badly.
All I had to do was get away now. If I withdrew the knife, kicked off, I could jump over the railing of the balcony before the wolf could get to its feet. My hands were drenched in its blood, and my grip began to slip on the fur as it thrashed.
Then, a commotion sounded behind me. Before I could turn around, strong arms wrapped tightly around my arms and torso, dragging me bodily off the wolf with a grunt. I swore and thrashed—what the fuck was happening? And only then after I took a breath did I recognize the now-familiar scent of the king behind me. His breath washed over the side of my face as he hauled me back, my knife still in my hand.
Beside us, two immense Nightfall guards shifted into their wolves and rushed toward my attacker. Their bodies shielded the staggered wolf from view, but the thick smell of blood still permeated the atmosphere.
“By the fucking gods,” the king growled. The low tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
“There’s always trouble when you’re in the library, isn’t there?”
My chest heaved with exertion, and I struggled in his hold, fruitlessly. He carried me like I weighed nothing, down the stairs and to the back door of the library, into a narrow torch-lit hallway. Outside an unobtrusive door, he finally set me down onto my feet. My knees quivered; he gripped my upper arm hard to hold me up. It wasn’t painful, though, it was steadying.
I didn’t know what I expected when he pushed across the threshold—torture devices? But it certainly wasn’t more shelves of books and maps, scattered carelessly on large, unfinished tables with hard-backed chairs.
“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
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