I closed my eyes tightly, trying to will away the spins. The nausea worsened even when I was sitting down. How had this happened? I’d only had one glass of wine! Sure, I’d drunk it a bit quickly, but it was still just a single glass!
But, I realized through the haze, it had been the only glass on the servant’s platter. Had he tampered with it in some way? Given me something to make me dizzy? But why would he do that?
Why would a servant have stakes in this Choice? Someone else must’ve given it to him.
“Lady Reyna?” a cold voice asked.
That was not Cyran. I took a breath and looked up.
Lady Glennis glared down at me impassively, looking as terrifying as ever in her dark dress gown. “Lady Reyna? Your initial trial will now begin.” “Initial?” I asked.
Her expression only soured further. “Are you drunk?”
“No!” I staggered to my feet, and Lady Glennis had to steady me with a hand on my upper arm. She did not look pleased about it. “I’m fine. I’m ready to begin.”
She did not look convinced in the slightest, but she guided me not to the center of the room, where the dais was empty, but to a side door just to the right of the empty platform. She opened it and pushed me unceremoniously over the threshold.
Inside, the king, the duchess, and the four council members sat in plain hard-backed chairs, facing a chair in the center of the room. My head still spinning, I made my way to the chair and sat down hard.
“Too much to drink?” Lord Elfriede asked with one brow elegantly arched.
“I only had a single glass,” I stammered. “Something—I think something is wrong—” “I am not interested in excuses,” the duchess snapped.
The disdain in her voice made hot tears prick behind my eyes. Usually, it wouldn’t have bothered me in the slightest, and I would’ve met her gaze fearlessly, but I still felt so dizzy and terrible. Internally, my wolf whined in misery, ears back. She wanted me to run to the king’s side.
The king. The king, who was staring at me with his elbow propped on the arm of his chair and his elbow and his forefinger tapping his chin. He had said no harm would come to me—why wasn’t he doing anything about this?
“Are you attempting to forgo this challenge?” the duchess asked. “To do so would disgrace your pack’s name.”
“No, I’m not,” I said. I blinked hard, exhaled, and straightened up in my chair. I met the duchess’ eyes steadily, ignoring my wolf begging me to submit. “I’m ready to begin.” As ready as I ever would be, I guessed.
“Then we’ll begin,” the duchess said.
“Lady Reyna of Daybreak,” Lady Marin said, “when you shift, do you receive any other powers while in your wolf form?”
I furrowed my brow. It took a moment for the question to process. “None,” I said curtly. “Though —I don’t shift often enough to pay close attention.” My wolf moved restlessly inside as if irritated by this admission.
Lord Nylander leaned to Lady Marin, and they murmured to each other, gazes still on me.
“For what reason do you not shift?” Lord Nylander asked.
“I…” My head pounded. “I’m not in control when I shift, and it isn’t becoming of a lady to be out of control.”
The duchess’ expression soured impossibly further. Why had I said that? The words had fallen off my tongue as if forcibly pulled out of me—the same way they had when Cyran had spun me on the dance floor. The council members murmured among themselves, looking just as horrified as the duchess did. I swallowed hard. I shouldn’t have confessed that—least of all to wolves of Nightfall, who shifted as easily as breathing. Not shifting often was one thing, but admitting I didn’t have a symbiotic relationship with my wolf was another.
The king didn’t look upset like the council did, though. He looked curious. Like he was beginning to put together a puzzle. I didn’t like being subjected to that gaze—it made me feel like he could see right through me. Right to my soul, to my wolf, who so desperately wanted to be seen by him.
“Lady Reyna of Daybreak.” Lady Oleta folded gnarled hands together in her lap, and the room went silent when she spoke in a hushed, scratchy voice. “Is it true that in the arena, you drew the king’s blood?”
I blinked. Why was she asking about the sparring session? And why did she need me to confirm it? “Um, yes,” I said. “But it was barely a scratch, barely a drop of blood. I hadn’t intended to scratch the king at all.”
“And your mother is of the Stardust pack?” Lady Oleta asked.
“Yes.” I didn’t understand the order of these questions at all. It was like a mental sparring session, where Lady Oleta had a sword, and I had a big stick, and my boots stuck in molasses. My wolf was beginning to demand more and more of my attention. She knew I was failing here, and she thought her way would be better. And she was beginning to get tired of me ignoring her.
“I look like my mother,” I said, “but my father raised me. My mother is no longer with us.”
“You see?” Lord Nylander murmured aside to Lady Marin. “She is a wolf of Starcrest. The prophecy stands.”
“Not fully,” Lady Marin said. “Until we know for sure.”
Prophecy? My head spun. Why did the council care about that? Barion had mentioned it—but with my head pounding I couldn’t remember what he had said. The thought slipped away like a leaf on a stream, focused as I was on not vomiting up my guts in front of the council.
“Hm,” Lady Oleta said. “And your father, did he ever speak of your mother’s lineage?”
“He didn’t speak about her at all,” I said. My wolf howled internally. “I think—I think he avoids me because I remind him of her.” I closed my eyes. Why did I say that?
The council nodded, then again began to speak among themselves, too low for me to hear. Not that I could focus on their voices at all, even if I’d wanted to.
My head pounded, my heart raced, sweat beaded on my forehead. My senses began to heighten:smell first, as the smell of booze and sweat began to permeate my senses. Not just sweat—the king’s sweat. The way he’d smelled in the arena. I could smell it now, and my nostrils flared.The duchess looked at the king, and he nodded once. Curt and quick. Under the careful gazes of the council, I felt like I was about to be walked to the gallows.“Majority wins,” Lady Marin said in a cold voice. “Lady Reyna progresses to the final round.” The final round—the last two contestants in the Choice.The king’s eyes gleamed gold as he watched me. Like there wasn’t anyone else in the room.That’s when it happened.My wolf surged to the surface. I was weakened from whatever had happened, exhausted from the trial, and desperate to know what in the gods’ names the council was talking about. I couldn’t hold her back anymore. I clapped my hands over my mouth as my canines elongated, and my vision sharpened;
Not with the king, of course, but in a colder climate. Somewhere like Efra.I crashed out of the tree line and into a small clearing. A few paths led to different parts of the woods, and I inhaled deeply, trying to catch a scent that wasn’t the king’s. I had no idea how far I’d run. I didn’t want to leave the king’s territory and trespass into another pack’s land.I was about to head down one of the paths, to keep the chase going, but I’d underestimated the king’s speed.He crashed into me hard, knocking me onto my side; I yelped as I hit the dirt and all the breath was knocked from my lungs. He pinned me with his weight, and before I could snap my jaws at him, his sharp teeth set at my throat and bit down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that I could feel their presence like a promise. His breath rushed hot over my pelt. I was tense beneath him, desperate to thrash and fight, but not with those teeth so close to my jugular.Then he withdrew his jaws, but kept me pi
He lay down next to me, then nosed at my neck, and at the fur behind my ear. His exhale washed over me, and having his scent so close soothed me, made my pulse slow down as exhaustion washed over. He pressed close, his warm bulk surrounding mine. Distantly, I knew this wasn’t appropriate, but the protest was faint, like a mosquito buzzing. Easy to wave away and ignore. Especially when I was so tired. And the king smelled so good. And he was so warm. And the den was so safe. I huffed an exhale and nuzzled closer.Sleep, his voice rumbled. I’ll protect us.Sleep fell over me like a heavy blanket, comfortable and warm.When I woke up, enough time had passed that the early morning light was beginning to filter intothe opening of the cave. I hummed, blinking slowly into wakefulness. My whole body was deliciously sore, like the day after a particularly good sparring session, and my usually circling thoughts were finally quieted. I nuzzled closer to the warm body beneath me. The broad, musc
Of course, I was familiar with my own body. I was a lady, but I had needs. I took care of myself. I always had. “None of your business,” I said primly.“Don’t be shy, little wolf,” the king growled—but his growl was closer to a purr. He set his hand at my lower back, and it was so big it nearly spanned the width of it. “Tell me. It will help with my dreams tonight.”“You beast,” I said before I could stop myself. My hands fluttered to his chest, as if to push him away, but I couldn’t make myself actually do it. “I won’t give you anything for your fantasies.”“You don’t need to,” he said with that smirk. “I’ve got plenty I dreamed up all on my own.”My blood roared in my ears, and I forgot the cold around me. Standing with the soft dirt under my bare feet, it was like all the pageantry of the Choice dissipated like our breaths. It was just us, together, two wolves in the crisp morning air.The king swept his hand up to my sensitive nape. He flattened his palm against it, fingertips dig
My maidservants and I made it back to my room thankfully undisturbed. Once Amity had locked the door behind me, she took the shawl and sighed. “We were so worried last night, milady,” she said. “We heard what happened at the ball.”“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll explain.”“You needn’t explain,” Rue said, “we’re just glad you’re all right.”That only made me feel worse. “Thank you,” I said quietly. “Would you mind if I took a bath?”“Of course not,” Amity said. “Rue, would you fetch Lady Reyna some breakfast?”“Certainly.” Rue opened the door, then shifted back into her wolf form to traverse the halls.Amity ran the bath, and I shed the servant’s dress and climbed in gratefully. The heat immediately soothed my sore muscles. I hurried to wash off the dirt and sweat that had accumulated from the running. There was even dirt under my toenails. Once the worst of it was off, and I was soaking, Amity poured clean hot water over my hair and began to carefully work her fingers through the tangles.
I put what I assumed to be a few months’ wages into a small bag and handed it toRue. “Will you take this to Rona’s family with my regrets?”Rue’s eyes widened. “Milady, pardon my forwardness, but I’m not sure if—”“Just offer it,” I said. “And if they refuse, then I’ll find a different way to help them. But I have to do something, if Ulfric is willing to stoop to such levels.” Rona was the one who had attacked me— but now her whole family was suffering. Not just the loss of a daughter, but the loss of a dream.“Of course,” Rue said. “Right away.”She hurried out the door. As I’d rummaged through my trunk, I’d uncovered Barion’s knife. I wrapped my hand around the hilt and pressed my lips together. It was a good blade. At the time I’d thought him a bit paranoid, but now I understood that I did need to remain armed. It seemed everywhere I turned, someone in this court was trying to harm me from the shadows. It made me feel better to have the knife in my hand.With a sigh, I nearly coll
I raised my eyebrows. In the manor, there were always prying eyes and ears. I wanted to hear why Fina had been eliminated—and if the council had said anything about me or Adora. I needed to be prepared for the rest of this competition in any way I could be.“I’ll need to get some extra layers,” Fina said, “but I’d love to.”Adora laughed. “Let me fetch you a pair of my extra gloves,” she said. “They’ll change your life.”We parted ways to hurry to our rooms to get our cloaks, with plans to meet outside the manor near the gardens. As I made my way down the quiet hall toward my quarters, a dark figure turned the corner, heading toward my room.I paused. The figure was too tall to be one of my maidservants. Who would be creeping toward my room? I pulled the knife from my waistband and unsheathed it. I was done taking chances around this manor.Slowly, quietly, I crept around the corner, blade drawn.Standing at my door was the tall general from last night. Cyran. He had sharp hearing and
Maybe that was a good reason for him to get rid of me. If the king was interested in me, perhaps it was easier for a war-hungry general to remove me from the equation.We reached the doors to the manor. Fina and Adora were already waiting on the small patio that led out to the gardens, bundled in scarves and cloaks. Fina, as promised, had on a pair of fine white gloves of Adora’s. They both glanced up curiously when the door opened, and then nodded their heads in greeting at Cyran.“Thank you for the escort, General,” I said.“My pleasure,” Cyran said. He cast his eyes to the other two with interest. “Enjoy your stroll.”16The gardens were beautiful but bare in the winter cold. As soon as we began to walk, the clouds covered the sun, ridding us of the only respite we had from the freezing cold. I tugged my cloak tighter around my shoulders and tried to keep my teeth from chattering.“Goodness,” I said. “I did think the sun would be out this afternoon.”Fina looked up at the sky. As