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 think this is?” the king asked, his eyebrows raised idly. “You compare the future
Queen of Frasia to livestock?”
Griffin’s flush deepened. “The Lady Reyna does not belong to you,” he said, so low it was almost a growl. “She belongs with me.”
“Is that so?” The king cut his gaze toward me, and that wolfish smirk appeared on his face. This time, it didn’t confuse or interest me—it scared me. “And what would you do to keep her, Griffin of Daybreak?”
“Please,” I cried out. “Griffin, just go. Just leave.”
He didn’t know what he was getting into. He didn’t know what the king could do to him—what I’d seen him do.
“Go?” Griffin furrowed his brow. “Reyna, I came here for you. I’m not leaving without you. You think I can return to Daybreak knowing you’re trapped here with this brute?” The king rumbled a low laugh.
Griffin glared at him, then returned his attention to me. He lunged again, but the guards stopped him, looking just as bored as the king did.
“He doesn’t care about you,” he said. “And you don’t care about being queen. What happened to us?”
“This isn’t about us,” I said. “Griffin, this isn’t—this isn’t about honor. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.”
His face fell, briefly devastated, and then turned back with thunderous anger onto the king. We knew each other well enough that I didn’t have to say what I was afraid of. Griffin knew I wasn’t worried about the king. I was worried about him. And that only made him angrier. Now, red-faced and eyes flashing, he had something to prove.
“Elias of Nightfall, King of Frasia!” Griffin bellowed. “I challenge you to battle for the right to the throne!” His challenge echoed through the throne room, fading into a chilly silence.
Again, the king smiled. It was a slow, deliberate smile, predatory, revealing his canines. An icy feeling of terror trickled down my spine.
“Griffin of Daybreak,” the king said, “I accept your challenge.”
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he Nightfall guards surrounded Griffin and his two Daybreak escorts from all sides and corralled him back toward the doors of the throne room. He walked backward, his eyes fixed on me. They still burned that deep clay-red with the promise of the animal under the surface. I’d
never seen his wolf this close for this long.
“I’m getting you out of here, Reyna,” he called. “We’ll be together again soon.”
“Oh, Griffin,” I said quietly. “Griffin, you fool.”
The doors clattered closed, and that same chilly silence fell over the room. From his seat, where he was still sprawled lazily, the king brandished his hand in a clear dismissal. The guards turned and filed from the room.
I pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes. I couldn’t believe this—a challenge. My Griffin, challenging the Bloody King for the throne. The king who’d earned this throne through violence.
Griffin was never a wolf like that—he was soft-spoken and thoughtful, more interested in the games at Marco’s Pub than training on the battlefield. We were supposed to travel together, explore, document. Not fight. Not get sucked into the pack politics that had already dominated our lives. And Griffin was about to sacrifice that future together because he didn’t trust me to handle things on my own.
I swallowed and turned to leave through the same narrow door the guard had escorted me through. I needed to be back in my quarters. I needed time alone.
Before I could take a step, a strong, callused hand caught my arm. I whirled around, anger burning in me. “How could you do that?” I smacked his broad chest ineffectively. He didn’t even move. “Why would you agree to that challenge? You could’ve just sent him away!”
“Because you are a wolf of Nightfall, now,” the king said, “regardless of what life you led in
Daybreak. That life is over now.”
“’That’ life? That life is my life,” I shot back. “Does that mean nothing to you? Am I just another possession of yours, a decoration in your court?”
“You’re much more than a possession,” he said. He smoothed his hand up my upper arm to the joining of my neck and shoulder, his touch firm and warm. Despite the anger still coursing through me, my wolf wanted to lean into the touch. The whiplash was exhausting. “You’re my queen.”
“If you go through with this,” I said, “I will never be your queen. Never. I swear it.”
The king chuckled low, like my anger amused him. “You can swear all you want, little wolf. But the Choice has come to a close. And I chose you.”
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
Griffin didn’t seem to think that was the case, though. He didn’t know what he was doing. Somehow, that made it worse. As angry and betrayed as I was, I at least wished he had the sense to know he couldn’t beat the king. I didn’t want to be with him, but I didn’t want to watch him die. No wolf wanted to watch her packmate die.But—was he even my packmate anymore?My father had planned all of this. My father had used me as bait, placing me in Efra to give Griffin a reason to challenge. Would a pack leader do that to one of his own?Did I have nowhere I belonged?The only thing I knew for sure right now was that the only wolf I could trust was myself. There was nothing I could do to stop this challenge, and with Griffin’s admission, I had no reason to, either. At least the king hadn’t lied to me. He’d confused me, challenged me, irritated me—but he hadn’t lied to me. I sighed. It was a low bar, but he was one of the few men in my life who hadn’t crossed it.So today, I would look the pa