His eyes flashed gold as he loomed over me, his wolf close to the surface. This time it was from anger, though, not arousal. My wolf was conflicted internally, still wanting to be close to him, wanting to soothe away this rage, while my own fear of the king’s anger cut through me like a knife.
“Little wolf.” Elias placed his hand by my head, caging me in against the wall. “Have you a betrothed in Daybreak?” “No,” I said immediately.
He bared his teeth.
I tipped my head back against the stone wall, baring my throat in a subconscious sign of submission. “No, I mean—it’s nothing official.” “Then what is it?” he demanded.
“He’s—he’s my boyfriend, in Daybreak,” I said. The words felt childish even as I said them. “He has been for years. We never thought—the Choice was not supposed to happen in our lifetimes.” “And you came into my bed without telling me this?” he said. “That you belong to another?” “I don’t belong—”
The animal growl that sounded from Elias’ throat silenced my protests as if he’d physically grabbed me. But it wasn’t like I’d planned for this—it just happened! I’d intended to have dinner and then return to my quarters, but I’d just gotten swept up. This was never supposed to happen.
A sudden swoop of anger rushed through me. Navigating the Choice was my responsibility. Griffin had said he trusted me. Sure, I hadn’t written past that first letter—but there was nothing in that letter that suggested I needed rescue. What was he thinking?
He suddenly stepped back and shook his head roughly, then pushed both hands through his dark hair. “I should send you down to the jail where your betrothed” –he spat the word like it tasted foul— “believes you to be. I should leave you there to rot.”
“You can’t—”
“But,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken, “I find that would be almost a kindness now.” I swallowed. My hands clenched to fists at my sides.
“I cannot let a deception like this go unpunished.” He pulled a shirt roughly on over his head. “And there’s something that appeals to me about knowing your underwear is still somewhere in my sheets, while you stand in my throne room and watch your betrothed die.”
I clapped my hands over my mouth. Griffin—Griffin, you moron. Did he think this would work? That somehow he could ride in and ‘rescue’ me? This was not a game. This was the Bloody King of Frasia.
He stormed toward the door.
“Wait,” I said, before I could stop myself. “Wait, Elias—”
He turned on his heel to face me, and his wolf surged to the surface. His teeth elongated, eyes burning gold; even his claws lengthened in a sudden threat as he slashed his hand through the air like he was waving off an irritating fly.
“You will not use that name with me,” he snarled. “You will refer to me as Your Majesty.”
My knees quivered. “I should’ve known,” I whispered. “I should’ve known this all meant nothing to you.”
He turned away. “I only have so much patience,” he said with his back to me. “I’d be careful what you say.”
The door to his quarters slammed shut behind him. I put my face in my hands as I sank down, sliding down the wall until I was seated on the floor with my knees pulled toward my chest. I pressed my forehead into my knees, making myself small. I could hardly think through the pounding in my head and the nausea in my gut, and my wolf whining with despair in my chest. My wolf wanted to be with the king—with Elias—and I ached with frustration and disbelief knowing Griffin was being hauled into the throne room.
The door opened, and then sharp claws clicked their tell-tale sound against the polished hardwood floor of the quarters. I lifted my head. An immense, dark wolf of Nightfall stood in the bedroom doorway, his yellow eyes gleaming as he watched me. He didn’t have to shift for me to know this was my escort. The king wouldn’t even escort me himself.
I hauled myself to my feet. The throne room was waiting.
I followed the guard through the halls. Each step made the circumstances feel more real, and I felt more hopeless. More ridiculous. Here I was, in my wrinkled silk dress with no underwear beneath it, my hair a tangled mess, being walked toward the throne room like a disobedient teenager, instead of the Lady of the Court I was supposed to be.
Was there any worth in being a Lady of my Court, anyway? All the work I’d done in this Choice to maintain my pack’s reputation had gone out the window. Griffin had made sure of that.
But that shouldn’t be a death sentence. Griffin had to have known how this would end.
Right? He wouldn’t be so foolish. That wasn’t the man I left in Daybreak. A man who didn’t think I could handle myself—who thought I needed to be rescued. Who would toss aside all the diplomatic work I’d done here?
At the door to the throne room, the guard shifted back into his human form, fully uniformed in his leather armor. He gripped my upper arm, as if I were a prisoner, and walked me in through the side entrance to the throne room.
The side entrance opened near the dais, where the king sat atop his throne with his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, looking halfway between bored and disgusted. He was flanked by Nightfall guards, in both human and wolf form, all with their attention focused ahead.
Focused on Griffin.
He stood facing the throne, in his fine steel breastplate that didn’t have a nick on it. His dark red hair was combed back, and his eyes blazed with determination. He had two Daybreak guards with him, neither armed—the guards by the doors had taken their halberds. They were flanked by heavily armed Nightfall guards lest they try something foolish. With the flush high on his cheeks and the tense line of his shoulders, I had a feeling he might.
The side door opening caught Griffin’s ear. His eyes widened. “Reyna!”Instinctively, he surged forward, as if to run to me, only to be stopped by the Nightfall guards lowering their weapons like a gate in front of him. He burned with desperation, so much I saw his eyes flash clay-red as his wolf surged to the surface.I clenched my hands into fists again to keep from running toward him. I’d been so angry he’d done this, but now, seeing him, I could see the desperation and the despair in his expression—and I missed him. I missed the ease and comfort of our relationship. I wanted to embrace him. I wanted all of this to be over, to go home to Daybreak, where I knew who I was and what I wanted.“So tell us why you’ve come here, Griffin of Daybreak,” the king said from his throne. He sounded bored. “You’ve interrupted my Choice enough as it is.”“I’ve come to free Reyna from this farce,” Griffin said. “Daybreak wolves are not to be traded and tested like livestock.”“Is that what you thin
This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be how the Choice was ending. Not like this—not with Griffin here. Everything was going wrong, everything, all at once. I pulled out of his grip and ran through the side door, leaving the king alone in the throne room behind me. I didn’t want anything to do with him; I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to hear his voice or feel his touch. I ran through the halls alone, avoiding the curious looks of the servants and guards as I tried to keep my face impassive despite the hot prickle of tears threatening behind my eyes.I made it to my quarters, thankfully not pursued by the king or any of his guards. Amity and Rue met me in the hallway and guided me into my room, wearing matched expressions of concern as they ushered me inside.As soon as the door closed behind me, I leaned back against it and buried my face in my hands again.“Oh, milady,” Amity said gently.Of course, they knew what had happened—the arrival of the Daybreak soldiers in Efra
I blinked hard, fighting back tears again. How could Griffin be so stupid? After a long moment, I said, “Just don’t go through with it. Call off the challenge, and I’ll be your queen.”“I can’t do that,” he said, with something in his voice that almost sounded like regret.“Why not?” I demanded. “You’re king!”“And the rules of a king are different than the rules of a mate,” he said. “A king cannot back out of a challenge. To do so is to display weakness. What else would I do—punish your Griffin unfairly? Put him in the stocks? I can’t send him back to Daybreak when he’s so audaciously brought soldiers to my doorstep. Word would travel.”“What do you care about words?” I asked. “Is your reputation more important than a wolf’s life?”“It’s not my reputation I’m concerned about. If other wolves hear they can issue a challenge without consequence, they’ll circle like vultures. I will not put my subjects at risk of invasion because your little boyfriend thought he could challenge me.” He
“This is unbelievable,” Adora snapped. “Why was there a final trial if it wasn’t a trial at all? Had the king already made up his mind? We all know his attention has been focused on Reyna since the beginning. How farcical!” She sniffed, then smoothed one hand over fine blonde hair. “How could you accept this?” she asked me.“Accept this? Adora, you know this isn’t—I never—” I glanced toward Lady Glennis, who was watching us both with mild interest. “You know this isn’t how I wanted this to happen. We both know you would be a fine queen.”Her expression softened as she heard the unspoken part of my statement. That this isn’t what I wanted. That she deserved it, not me. If I could, I’d switch places with her immediately, regardless of whatever feelings I felt for the king. Anger and desire and—and something else, something I wasn’t sure what to call.“I know I would,” Adora said. “That’s the worst part.” She cleared her throat, then nodded at the table and Lady Glennis. “Thank you, mila
Focus. I pulled a few maps from the shelves. Something here would point me in the right direction. As I smoothed out the first map, I found I couldn’t focus on the delicate lines of ink illustrating the cities and packs of Frasia. There was so much of the country we hadn’t seen. All the places we’d meant to visit together—the small towns, the tall mountain ranges, the deep forests, the sea between Frasia and Askon.Griffin couldn’t die. Not like this. Not in the arena at the end of the king’s blade. He was my safe place for so long, my only friend in Daybreak, and the only one who listened to me when I spun out my dreams of a different, bigger life. Even now, with this stupid decision, he’d done it for me. He’d wanted that life together, too.I put the large map of Frasia aside and unfurled a different one. This was a current map, of Efra as it was built today, with its crowded streets and its bustling industry. I sighed as I traced the paths of the city I’d visited. The beautiful wal
I unfurled the map in my mind. According to the chart, there was an entrance into the tunnel system just under the window at the far end of the hall. There, a landscape portrait hung on the wall beside the window—an image of the forest that was visible outside, and a fairly unimpressive rendering of it, at that. I’d thought it was just a boring decorative choice, like most of the decor in the Nightfall manor. Now I wondered if it had a purpose.I leaned close to the painting, but it was just that: a painting. Dull trees, snow, a gray sky, a few wolf tracks visible in the snowbanks. I wrinkled my nose, leaning closer. There had to be a clue in the painting, something that would show me how to get into the tunnel system. I smoothed my hand over the frame. Did it move? Was there something behind it?As I knelt down slightly to feel the bottom of the frame, a breeze whispered over my fingers.There was something there. I knelt further, pressing my hand against the frame. There was a seam
The tunnel doorway opened into a hallway. It wasn’t the earthen-floored darkness of the tunnel system, but more like the servants’ hallways that snaked on the lower floors of the manor. It was narrow with stone walls and dim lighting.I pushed the secret door to the tunnel closed behind me. The cold air was permeated with a terrible stench of ammonia and iron – piss and blood. Then, a wail cut through the air, low and long. A weak cry of pain. Behind that, a howl sounded. A thump like a body being struck. The scrape of metal on metal.Cold fear crawled into my throat. The dungeons weren’t just a holding place—people were being hurt. I pulled my knife from my waistband and crept down the narrow hallway, toward the terrible sounds calling me like a dark siren. The hallway led to an immense archway. There wasn’t even a door. The dungeons were just open, as if I were already in the dungeons now. I most likely was. The tunnels had been a secret entrance. I’d bet that behind me, at the far
“Did you think I was happy waiting for you? We had no timeline for marriage. You wouldn’t even kiss me. I’m a wolf, Reyna, I have needs. I can’t be told to wait.” Again, his eyes flashed as he looked at me, hunger and desire evident in his gaze. My wolf cowered, pulling away from him. “A wolf isn’t supposed to run from a fight,” he continued. “I won’t run from Daybreak to follow your flights of fancy. I’m meant to be a leader. An alpha. When I kill the king, I’ll take what I’ve always been owed.”Under his burning gaze, I wasn’t sure if he meant the crown—or me. Nausea turned my stomach. This wasn’t the man I’d loved. Was this who Griffin truly was? Had everything we’d had together been a lie?“You never loved me,” I said. “You just wanted a way into the court.”“I do love you,” he said. “But you can’t run from who you are. You are a Lady of the Court, and now you will be queen.”I’d never seen Griffin like this, bloodthirsty and single-minded. “I won’t be a part of this,” I said.“I