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 end of this hallway, there was a great locked door to keep the prisoners inside.
I pressed myself to the wall to try to hide as best as I could, and peeked around the archway.
It was only the fear of being caught that kept me from crying out. The main center of the dungeon was immense, as if whoever had built it had expected to keep and torture half an army. A huge wooden table was just off the center of the dungeon, half in shadow, surrounded by rolling tables dotted with saws and flogs and knives and hammers.
A skinny man was strapped the table by heavy leather straps, and he tugged ineffectually and lethargically against them. Occasionally, he stilled, so only his chest moved with his breaths, and then suddenly he’d jerk back into wakefulness and cry out. He didn’t seem to notice my presence at all. Nor did the others held in the dungeons, in the tiny, dank cells that lined the walls. They were all wolves, in their animal shape, in various states of sickness and injury. Most were pressed into the far corners of their holding cells, making themselves small. Internally, my wolf cried out at the sight.
Who was doing this? Was this all the work of the Bloody King? Certainly these all couldn’t be Daybreak wolves. And for what reason were they being held?
“Reyna,” a familiar voice whispered. “Is that you?”
My heart soared, whiplash from the despair of a moment ago. Griffin. He was here—he was alive. We had to get out of here, and fast. Whoever had strapped that man to the table… I had a feeling they would be coming back to finish the job. I hurried across the dungeon. Some of the wolves stirred at my presence, baring their teeth and raising their hackles, but some didn’t even have the energy to lift their heads.
In the furthest cell, Griffin was still in his human form. He reached through the bars, and I took his hand.
“Griffin,” I said. “Are you hurt?”
“You’ve come for me,” he said. He sounded almost awed. A gash marked his cheek, and his tan soldier’s uniform was streaked with dirt, but he seemed okay. “How’d you find this place?”
“Of course I came.” I squeezed his hand. “Did you think I’d leave you here to die?”
“Die?” Griffin’s brow furrowed. “The only one who is going to die is the King of Nightfall.”
“What?” I pulled my hand away. “You can’t be thinking of going through with this challenge.”
“He’s taken too much from us already,” Griffin growled. His eyes flashed clay-red again, and my wolf raised her hackles at the sudden and unexpected show of dominance. I’d never seen his wolf this close to the surface, not outside of a planned moon-shift. “I’m going to destroy him. The challenge is just the beginning.”
“He hasn’t taken anything from us,” Not yet, at least. “All he’s done is force me to participate in this stupid competition. And I thought we both agreed I’d handle this so we could start our lives.”
“You don’t understand,” Griffin said, low. “Frasia doesn’t belong to him—it belongs to your pack. To your father. To Daybreak. And when we marry, it will belong to me.”
He bared his teeth in an instinctive show of aggression, like the thought of the challenge filled him with a violent desire he couldn’t suppress.
This wasn’t the man I knew. This wasn’t the plan we’d made.
Then it all began to click into place.
“You didn’t come here to try to ‘rescue’ me,” I said slowly. “I’m just an excuse to challenge for the throne.”
“Of course I want you to be mine,” he said, “but our lives are secondary to the throne.”
“Secondary?” I gaped at him. “We were supposed to have our own lives, away from the court!”
He stepped closer to the bars and tipped his head to the side. “You had to have known that was a fantasy,” he said condescendingly.
“We had a plan,” I said. Shock pinned me to the spot. “I trusted you.”
“You can’t have wanted that to happen to your pack,” he said. “To your family. To lose the King’s Choice? After losing the throne by force? It would’ve brought so much shame. You really thought we could go through with that plan?”
“I thought you didn’t care about any of that!” I whisper-shouted. My world was crumbling around me. “I thought you cared about me!”
“I do care about you,” Griffin said. “Reyna, I do.”
I found it was becoming harder and harder to believe him. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling cold and small in the dungeon.
“See it how you wish,” Griffin continued, “but your father needed a reason for me to come challenge for the throne. Your presence here was the perfect reasoning. And now, the king will die, and the Kingdom of Frasia will be returned rightfully to Daybreak.” “Has this been the plan all along?” I asked quietly.
Griffin sighed. “Reyna, you can’t really believe I was satisfied with what we had, can you?” I did. I thought he was. I was satisfied—why wasn’t he?
“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?”
We made our way through the room, greeting the guests before we made our way to the seats at the head of the table. As the king was roped into a boisterous chat with Cyran, my father strode over with his wine glass in hand.“Reyna,” he said with a warm tone I’d never heard him deploy at home. “It’s so wonderful to see you. What an honor to be the victor of the King’s Choice.” He leaned close to kiss me on the cheek, and then whispered sharply into my ear, “We must speak. Find me after dinner.”I swallowed and reared back, but none of the guests seemed to notice, busy as they were taking their own places at the table.The Duke of Daybreak took his place to the right of me, next to the duchess. I didn’t like how close they were seated to each other—it was making my wolf whine with displeasure. As soon as the wine was poured, my father stood up from his seat and raised his glass high.“To the King and future Queen of Frasia,” he boomed. “I am honored to call you my daughter, Lady Reyna.”