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 pinned beneath him. He bared his teeth and a deep growl rumbled from his chest.
Do you submit?
His voice rang in my head as clear as if he’d spoken in my ear.
How was that possible?
I exhaled hard, my ears twitched.
Speak, he said.
In my head? To you?
Just like that. Do you submit?
How is this possible?
I’m the king. His voice in my head sounded almost amused as his golden eyes gleamed down at me. I can speak to all my wolves.
His wolves. His voice sent a shiver racing through me; the fur at my hackles stood on end. Part of me balked at the language—I didn’t belong to anyone, despite what everyone around me seemed to think. But my wolf preened at the suggestion. To be a part of the king’s pack—the strongest pack in Frasia. Under the strongest king. To my wolf, that was the ultimate success. Her pleasure raced through me despite my own misgivings. Without thinking, I tipped my head back against the dirt, exposing the vulnerable expanse of my throat. The submission was wordless.
The king rumbled his approval low in his chest.
You can get off me now, I muttered.
The king snorted, like a laugh, and then dragged his tongue over my snout.
He licked me. Licked me! Like I was some sort of disobedient but beloved pup. I couldn’t believe it! It was degrading, disgusting—and yet my tail thumped against the dirt. He looked like he was grinning down at me, tongue lolling out of his mouth like he was a pup himself.
Ridiculous. This man was ridiculous! I thrust my hind legs into his belly, pushing him off me. With his bulk, he easily could’ve resisted and forced me back down, but he didn’t. A faint scent of iron stung in my nostrils. Maybe my hind claws were sharper than I’d thought.
I scrambled to my feet and shook out my pelt, blowing some of the dirt out of my white fur. The king stood in front of me, front legs slightly bent and tail moving in a low, slow arc. His tongue still lolled out of his mouth. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he wanted to play.
It couldn’t be that simple, though. This had to be some kind of test. I paused in the clearing, lifting my nose to sniff the cold wind, the trees, the king’s scent, and the distant smell of the rest of the pack in Efra. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do here. What the king expected from me. But my wolf wanted to run—so run we would. I guess we’d see if the king could keep up.
I ran. And ran. And ran. The more I ran, the more my thoughts settled down, until I had no thoughts at all. All I felt was sensation: the dirt, the wind, my breath, my heart. There was no past, no future, no expectations. Just each moment cascading by like a rushing river. I ran until my lungs burned and my muscles protested, until the sky was inky-black with night.
I reached another clearing where a small creek cascaded down a rough rock face. The water was clear and cold, gurgling, and I hurried forward to drink from the stream. As I started to feel refreshed, I flicked my ears. The forest was alive around me, with sounds of small creatures in the underbrush, owls in the branches overhead, the wind rustling the leaves, and the stream rushing over the rock.
The king stepped out of the tree line, panting. He padded closer to me, slowly this time, and lowered his head to drink from the stream as well. His presence comforted me. I didn’t have to pay careful attention to the forest around me, not with the king nearby. Instead, I could focus on the simple pleasure of being in this shape—and how pleasurable it was. This was the most time I’d spent in my wolf form in years. Maybe ever. At least since I was able to control my shifts. And it felt good, indulgent, like dancing all night. I knew it was a bad choice, and knew I’d regret it, but it was so intoxicating in the moment I couldn’t bear to stop it.
Then the king lifted his head. He nudged his nose against my flank, then guided me closer to the rock face where the water spilled over. In the side of the cliff was a small opening. He nudged me again and I padded into the cave. It was barely a cave—more like a burrow. It smelled of cool dirt and fresh water, and the security of being enclosed immediately made me sleepy.
I flopped onto my belly in the cave, and the king padded in after me. With the two of us in the cave, we nearly took up all the space on the ground—and that only made me feel more secure.
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
That was apparently the right decision. The duchess paid her no mind as she disappeared into the manor. Adora and I stood side by side in front of her, both of us red-cheeked from the walk, with snow in our pale blonde hair. The duchess didn’t look happy to see either of us. “The council had decided one more trial is in order to decide which of you is fit to become Queen of Frasia.”Adora nodded, and I did the same. It was admittedly hard to find the right words when faced with the queen staring me down like this.“You will both be spending an evening with the king,” she said. “Dinner.” “Alone?” I asked.The duchess’ gaze slid to me. “Yes,” she said. “Alone. Is that a problem, Lady Reyna?” “N-no,” I stammered. “No, not a problem at all.”“I would hope not,” the duchess said, “as this is the man who may become your husband. I would hope you did not require a chaperone to be comfortable in his presence.”“Of course not,” Adora said. “It’s an honor, Duchess.”The duchess afforded Adora a
Well, if he thought I would debase myself like that before the commitment of marriage, he was a fool.I squared my shoulders. It was only dinner. If the king tried for more, I’d simply stop him. Whatever strangeness had happened between us in the privacy of the woods would not be repeated— especially not in a context like this.“Are you ready, milady?” Rue asked.I nodded. Amity opened the door, then the girls shifted into their wolf forms to escort me through the halls to the king’s private quarters. His quarters were near the center of the manor, on the top floor, away from the hustle and bustle of the court’s daily activities. The wolves led me up a gorgeous staircase to a small private landing, which led to a plain wooden door.As I stood in front of the door, my palms began to sweat.This was really happening. The last time I’d been alone with the king—that kiss—No, I couldn’t think about that now. If everything went as planned, this would be the last time I’d spend any time alo