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 between the floor and the wall, where the cold air snuck in.
I traced my fingers along the seam, following it to the corner of the wall under the window. There, barely visible against the dark stone and still covered in dust, was a tiny switch. I grinned to myself. Hidden in plain sight. I glanced around the hall again. I was still alone. So I pressed the switch.
The wall shifted slightly with a clunk that echoed around the empty hall. I scrambled backward, coughing as the seam widened and spit out a spray of dust and dirt. It sounded, and looked, like no one had used this entrance to the tunnel in a long time.
I pushed the wall open. Behind it was darkness, and a narrow, dusty staircase leading down, down, down. I’d known the tunnels were underneath the manor, but seeing the descent in person made my stomach swoop with anxiety. I swallowed. At least there was a dusty old torch mounted on the wall. I’d have to hurry back into my quarters to get a match to light it—if it was still intact from years of disuse.
When I reached out to check the torch, to ensure the wick wasn’t disintegrated, magic crackled over my fingers.
I snatched my hand back like I’d been burned. I gasped, my eyes widening with shock as the torch flickered to life of its own accord. Atop the dusty wooden handle, behind a delicate glass encasing, a warm yellow light glowed and sparkled like a trapped star fluttering to escape. Then, more torches flickered to life along the staircase, one after another, like the torches were awakening each other in a chain. The lights glowed until the tunnel turned a corner at the end of the descent.
So no matches needed, I guessed. Curious, I reached for the torch again, and as my fingers neared it the magic danced around my fingers again. It was similar to what I’d felt in the artifacts room, like the magic was reaching out toward me.
Point of no return.
A thrill of anticipation raced through me. If I’d thought coming to Efra was exciting, this was, in a way, better. Because this was my decision—my exploration. However it ended, at least I’d done something for myself. And for Griffin. I was getting us out of this.
I stepped onto the landing and pulled the secret door closed behind me. The tunnel was silent, and even as the lights in the torches flickered and moved, they made no sound like a fire would. I made my way down, down, down, until I reached the end of the staircase. The silence was unnerving, pressing down on me like a weight. It was almost like being underwater. Was I yet underground? At the end of the stairs, the tunnel turned sharply to the left. It was on a grade, too—a slow, subtle decline.
There was only one way to go. A torch flickered to life at my shoulder. I began to walk.
And walk. And walk.
The tunnel seemed endless ahead of me, winding straight ahead without any turns or tunnels splitting off. That seemed to align with what I’d seen on the map, but the more time passed, the more I began to doubt it. How far had I gone? And how deep underground was I? I’d been descending slowly the entire time—had the tunnel system changed since the map had been drawn? Perhaps it’d be wiser to turn around, then risk stealing the map from the library. It’d be an unpleasant ascent, certainly, but the deeper underground I went the more my anxiety spiked.
After about a half hour of walking, I was moments from turning back when my nape prickled. My wolf sensed another presence. I didn’t know who it was, but after all this silent walking, finally we were approaching other wolves.
Then, in between two of the distantly placed lamps, a barely visible glow of light flickered from a crack in the wall.
A seam. Had I been missing doors this entire way? No—I would’ve sensed something, the same way my wolf was sensing another presence now. She was on high alert in the quiet of the tunnels. I
approached the seam carefully, my feet silent on the earthen floor of the tunnel. Then, carefully, I pressed my ear to the wall of the tunnel. Through the earth I could hear murmurs of voices, but nothing distinct enough to make out. There was someone there. Someone on the other side. The tunnels were still in use.
I had to be near the center of the manor by now. Was the space I’d seen marked on the map of the dungeons? The center of the entire tunnel system?
Gently ,I pushed on the wall. It gave much easier than I expected, clunking back like it had been waiting for my fingertips to activate it. With a clunk, it slid back, and light flooded the tunnel. I leaped back, eyes wide and wolf on alert. But no one barged into the tunnel to find me. The voices were still only murmurs.
I peeked into the space the door had created.
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
Now the king was angry. I could sense it radiating off him, and my wolf could feel it, too, hunkering down in my chest. He’d been playing with Griffin before, and now Griffin had proven himself a stronger challenger than the king had expected. The king growled, stalking closer. Griffin met his gaze steadily, head low and lips drawn back.Then Griffin lunged forward again. In his confidence, he jumped high, aiming to get his mouth around the king’s neck. But the king saw it coming. He ducked low, so Griffin was nearly on top of him, then slammed his jaws closed hard on Griffin’s front leg, right at the top near the shoulder. The bone crunched under the pressure and Griffin yowled, high and pained. My skin crawled at the sound, and I leaned forward slightly in an attempt to see better. Blood stained the dirt of the arena.The king released him, his teeth stained red. He growled again, hackles up and his head low— another space in the battle for Griffin to submit.I squeezed my hands int
A soft knock on the door caught my attention. I glanced over at the door, then sighed and settled back against the headboard. I didn’t want Amity and Rue to know I was awake. Eventually, I’d have to face them—there was a wedding to plan, after all—but so far they’d respected my need for privacy. At some point they’d insist I face the court, but I was putting that off as long as I could.There was another knock on the door, sharper this time. More insistent. Maybe it was Fina or Adora, but I wasn’t quite ready to face them, either. I gazed out the window, as if I ignored the knocking enough, it’d stop all together.That was not the case. Another series of sharp, demanding knocks. I heaved a sigh and finally stood up. Whoever was at my door wasn’t giving up. I pulled on my robe and cinched it tight around my waist, then turned toward the door.Before I could take a step, it swung open.The king stood at the other side of the threshold, and he looked terrible. He had dark circles under h
Everything in my mind was so turned around.“Griffin was in the dungeons the entire time,” the king said. His voice wasn’t accusatory, more interested and curious. “When exactly did you speak to him? The guards never informed me that you paid him a visit.”I blanched. Right—well. If I wasn’t fleeing Efra, I had no reason to keep it to myself, and my foggy mind wasn’t up to crafting a lie.“I used the tunnel system under the manor,” I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Did you not know about it?”The king raked one hand through his hair. “Do you have any booze in your chambers?” He cast his gaze around imploringly.Despite it all, I bit back a small smile. “I’m not much of a drinker.”He opened the door and stuck his head out. “Go fetch me some brandy, will you?” Then he closed the door and dropped into one of the heavy armchairs by the low fire. “How exactly did you find out about these tunnels? The system isn’t common knowledge among the court.”“Isn’t it a bit e
My wolf whined internally. I’d never spoken like this to anyone—least of all the king. In my grief, I didn’t care. Consequences be damned. He needed to realize the extent of what he’d done. “Reyna, please,” he said softly. “What can I do to fix this?”“Nothing,” I said. “Not now. I just—I need time. A lot has changed. I have to accept that.”“Am I that bad?” the king asked. His expression was soft and almost hurt. “Is marrying me such a nightmare?”“I don’t know,” I admitted. I set my glass down and washed my face in my hands. “I don’t know anything right now. I thought I knew where I fit in this world, but that’s all been taken away from me. I have to figure out who I am—what I’m supposed to be. If the queendom is only about death and blood —I can’t do it. There has to be more than that.”Again, I expected the king to argue with me. But when I looked up, he was just watching me with a furrow in his brow and that same curious, sad look on his face. He nodded. “I understand.”“You do?”