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 had caused a commotion across the entire city. Everyone had to know. Somehow, that made it worse. The challenge would just be another spectacle for the people of Efra, like my own fight with the king had been. Except this battle would be worse. It would be serious.
“Don’t,” I said. “Please, I just—I just need to think.”
They nodded. Rue hurried into the bathroom to run the bath, then Amity walked me in afterward. She helped me out of my wrinkled dress. It felt so different than it had putting it on. I’d been anticipatory, nervous, feeling out-of-depth in a sleek, gorgeous gown. Peeling it off, I felt nothing but misery. Amity bundled me into a plush robe and sat me down at the vanity, then began to brush my blonde hair, working out the tangles that had formed over the time I’d spent with the king. It was already so late, and exhaustion pressed on me like a weight. I was grateful for the silence of my handmaidens. They seemed to know as well as I did there was nothing that could be done. “You can both go,” I said once the bath was prepared, fragrant and inviting.
“You’re sure?” Rue asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I just need some time alone.”
The girls nodded and left me in the bathroom; the door to my quarters clicked closed behind them. I sighed then stepped out of my robe and tied my hair into a bun atop my head. Only after soaking in the hot water did I realize how stressed I was—how tension coiled my muscles tight and made my breath come shallow. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back against the rim of the tub. One long inhale. One long exhale.
Then the tears started to flow.
I was so overwhelmed. So confused. Just hours before I’d been in the king’s bed, wrapped up in him, lost in the magic of his touch and his kiss. My wolf had believed him when he’d said we could live however briefly in a world without politics. Where he wasn’t the king. But that wasn’t possible —he’d made that clear. He didn’t care about me. He was willing to sacrifice Griffin to prove it.
Griffin was a fool for coming here—but the king was being outright cruel.
Cruel. That was how he got the throne, that was how he ran the Choice, and that was how he was going to prove his dominance to Griffin. It was pointless. It was peacocking. And I wasn’t going to let it happen. I wasn’t going to let this challenge stand.
I rinsed my face in the warm water of the bath, washing the tears from my face. Wallowing would get me nowhere.
Then a brisk knock sounded at the door. It was so late it was nearly morning. I hoped it was one of the maidservants, back with a cup of tea, or something sweet to soothe my pain a bit before I tried to catch a few hours of sleep. I stepped out of the bath and pulled my robe back around me, then padded to the door.
When I opened it, though, it wasn’t my maidservants across on the other side of the threshold. It was the king—looking just as tired as I felt, with a concerned pinch in his brow. Different than the angry, cocky king I’d dealt with before. More like the man I’d been with in his quarters. My wolf warmed immediately to his presence but I was still cold. Just because he looked worried about me now didn’t change anything about the decisions he’d made.
He reached for me, and I took a step back. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “I—I thought I made it clear I don’t want to see you.”
His dark eyes tracked over my body like a touch. I tugged my robe closed tighter, ignoring the rush of warmth that ran through me. With the space between us, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. I wrapped my arms protectively around myself.
“You should leave,” I said.
“I needed to see you,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“You couldn’t sleep?” I scoffed. “This is your fault.”
“I meant what I said,” the king said. “You are the winner of the Choice. You will be my queen.
After tonight, how could I think otherwise? I know you felt the connection between us, too.”
Connection. That was one way of putting it. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, and I couldn’t help but track the motion, and the memory of that mouth on me.
“That doesn’t matter,” I said. “I could never be queen to a king so callous. So thoughtless.” “You think I have been thoughtless throughout this Choice?” He narrowed his eyes.
“I think you have been thoughtless in accepting this challenge,” I snapped.
“All I did was accept,” he said. Again a mix of interest and amusement flashed in his eyes.
“Shouldn’t the blame rest on the man who offered the challenge in the first place?”
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
Horns blared, and then a young wolf dressed in bright purple bounded into the center of the arena. He spread his arms wide, and the arena erupted into cheers and shouts so loud it sent me flinching backward. The force of the sound was like a wave. People stood up, waved their hands, and threw paper into the arena in excitement.“Good morning,” the announcer called in a voice as bright as a bell. “To my Ladies of the Court and my lovely council members.” He swept into a bow, then straightened up and spun gracefully on his heel to see the arena. “And to the wolves of Nightfall!”The people stomped on the stands, creating a thunderous effect that made the entire stadium rumble beneath me. I gripped the arms of my seat, shocked by the power of the response.“Wolf Griffin of Pack Daybreak has graced us with his presence this morning,” the announcer shouted, “and challenged our king for the right to the throne!” Boos and hisses filled the air with animal ferocity.“Shall we see what this wo