“But that’s finished,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I never should’ve considered that moron an option at all. Not when I had the smarter of you two already here in Efra.” He grinned, wolfish, and his eyes gleamed clay-red—I’d never seen his wolf so close to the surface before. I shivered, cold fear tightening around my heart. “I know you won’t fail me the way Griffin did, my dear Reyna.”
“What do you mean?” I asked quietly. “What do you want from me?”
“Daybreak will rule Frasia again,” my father growled. “That man—that false king—only sits on the throne because of the violence of his father. If he thinks he can succeed with this farce, he is more of a fool than I ever imagined. When you marry, you will be heir to the throne.” “And I will be a wolf of Nightfall,” I said. My voice only shook minutely.
“That doesn’t matter,” my father said. From his belt, he pulled a small knife, sheathed in leather, and handed it to me hilt-first. “Take this. You will return the throne to Daybreak. This knife will kill any wolf in one strike, the closer to the heart the better.”
“What?” I asked. I didn’t touch the hilt. “Is this—is this the same poison as the knife Barion give me?”
“Of course,” my father said. “Specially formulated by the Daybreak apothecary.”
“Why would he do that?” I asked. “Why would he give me a poisoned knife?”
“Because he is loyal,” my father said, looking at me like I was stupid. “He is loyal to me, and knows I will take my place as the rightful King of Frasia.”
I was stunned to silence. Even Barion knew about this plot? Barion, who was more like a father to me than the man in front of me was? My heart shattered into impossibly smaller pieces. I hadn’t even considered that Barion might be in on this but it made sense. He was only here as my escort on my father’s orders. I was just a pawn to him, just as I was to everyone else in Daybreak.
I knocked the knife out of his hand, and it went clattering across the hall. “I won’t do it,” I snarled. My wolf raised her hackles, ready to leap forward and bare her teeth. “I won’t rule by violence and assassination.”
“You don’t have a choice,” my father said. “Either you return the throne to Daybreak, or you become the Bloody Queen. Either way, you have blood on your hands.”
“Griffin has already put a blemish on our house!” I straightened up and squared my shoulders, staring my father down. My rage and betrayal burned hot enough to melt my fear. “I will do as I choose, not act as a pawn on your chessboard!”
“I should’ve known you were a coward,” he said, baring his teeth. “A true Daybreak wolf would never behave like this.”
Suddenly fear doused the anger just as quickly as it’d risen up. “What? I am a Lady of Daybreak.”
“You are no daughter of mine.” My father’s eyes flashed clay-red. So unlike my own silver. His teeth elongated, just slightly—I’d never seen his wolf so close to bursting forth. My own wolf snapped her teeth internally, begging to charge forth before his did. “You are not of my bloodline. You are the bastard child your mother carried when she was sent to Daybreak to be my wife. I only raised you after her death because I would not let her indiscretions risk my rule. The augurs all said there would be a Choice, so I raised you in hopes that you would be the key to returning the throne to Daybreak. But I should’ve known no training could beat the Starcrest out of you. You were always going to be a traitor. It’s in your blood.” I stared, stunned to silence.
He picked up the dagger from where I’d tossed it. For a brief, horrible moment, I thought he would unsheathe it and drive it into my own heart—my frozen, broken, demolished heart.
This was my father. The man who had raised me, however distantly. He’d never loved me. Not even a little. I was nothing more than a soldier. A resource.
Instead, he shoved it into my hands. He needed me. “I expect you to do as I’ve instructed,” he hissed. “Or else things will not turn out well for you.”
I swallowed. “Goodnight, father.” I stepped backward toward my quarters, still half-expecting him to attack me. I opened the door and slipped inside, hurriedly closing it and turning the lock.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the door. My adrenaline was still high, my heart pounding and blood rushing in my ears.
Here I was, alone in my room. Even more alone than I’d felt when I’d first come to Efra. How long had this rage been bubbling in my father’s heart? How many times had he wished he could tell all of this to me? Me, his pathetic daughter that had tried so hard to please him? All he’d ever cared about was using me. Keeping me under his control. Was there anyone in Efra who was on my side?
hardly had any time to process what my father had said. Everything Griffin had said was true—I wasn’t a daughter of Daybreak at all. What that meant for my future, I didn’t know. I barely had time to feel my own heartbreak before I was awakened again, cleaned up, dressed, rushed into wedding planning meetings, meals, and then back to my room for a fitting. I hardly had time to breathe, let alone discuss what had happened with Fina or Adora.
I was paying for the two days I’d spent immobilized by grief. Now, I was floundering in the rushing surf, trying to keep my head above water. I couldn’t think about my father, or Griffin, or anything that had happened over the past few tumultuous days. I had to survive this wedding, get my father out of Efra, and then—maybe—I could let myself feel.
“Oh, gods,” I murmured as Amity walked in with a dress box nearly as big as she was. “What’s this?”“It’s from Camille’s,” Amity said. “Tatina sent it. She designed it herself.”Carefully, Amity and Rue pulled the dress from the box and unfurled it. It was a gorgeous gown in purple so dark it looked black, except for when the light hit it from a certain angle. Diamonds gleamed in the full skirt, threaded into it like errant snowflakes, and the bodice was tight and highnecked, though the back plunged down under my shoulder blades. It was elegant: a little sultry but not too exposing.“And look,” Rue said. She tucked her hand into the skirt, wiggling her fingers in the opening.“Pockets.”In the box, a note rested at the bottom of the box, where it had been hidden by the silk. I picked it up. A gift for the future Queen of Frasia, it read in fine cursive script. May this be the start of the rest of your life. Tatina herself had signed it, alongside Camille’s seal.Behind my dressing scr
After him, Lady Marin stepped up and offered similar sentiments. I thanked her as well.And then Lord Elfriede and Lady Oleta. And Lady Glennis. And Cyran. And Roth.Then other court members, ones I didn’t know, began to step forward and introduce themselves. They offered congratulations, and small tokens: elegant jewelry, ornately embroidered handkerchiefs, fine chocolates.Quickly, it all began to run together. The words “thank you, I’m honored, you’re so kind,” quickly lost any meaning in my mind. By the time I had finished all the requisite greetings, I was exhausted and desperately in need of a glass of wine. My father had not moved from his own seat at a table across the room. He was fixated more on the brandy in front of him as he made idle conversation with some of the other guests. He did not look happy to be in the room at all—our last talk hung over me like a thundercloud.“I need some fresh air,” I said to the king. “I’ll be just a moment.”He tilted his head. “Of course.”
“It makes sense,” Fina said. “You two look so much alike. And you don’t look anything like your father, Reyna. I’d assumed it was just that your mother’s genes were stronger.”Adora and I glanced at each other. We did look a lot alike—which was a fact I tried not to consider too much.“I’ll contact my court,” Adora said. “I’m sure our augurs have information about this prophecy. And perhaps there’s even information about your mother.”The implication hung in the air. If there was information about my mother, there may be information about my real father, too. “Thank you,” I said. “Really. This—this wasn’t how I expected this Choice to turn out.”“Me neither,” Adora said with a sigh. “But it seems a lot of this is out of our hands, doesn’t it?” “More than I ever imagined.”“We should get back,” Fina said. “You’re the future queen, Reyna, your guests will be looking for you.”As much as I wanted to stay out in the cold catching up with my friends, I knew Fina was right.We slipped back
The silk of the bodice ended just above the breasts, and the gown was made only of white lace from the sternum to the neckline, as well as the sleeves. It was so delicate I could hardly imagine wearing it at all.“It’s gorgeous,” Fina sighed. “Wow.”“And of course,” Camille said, “it’s quite detailed.” She turned the mannequin slightly, and the light of the shop caught the tiny moonstones embroidered into the gown. It glowed the pale blue of Starcrest under the light.Starcrest colors. And only Starcrest. Not a mention of Daybreak at all. Aerika smiled at me, small and secretive. “Come,” she said. “Let’s ensure it fits.”Micah set up the dressing screen around the platform at the front of the room, shielding me from the girls and the mirrors. Then, Aerika stepped behind the screen and carefully helped me step out of my simple daywear gown and into the surprisingly light wedding gown. The fabric was surprisingly soft swishing around my legs, and light, despite the crystals and gems wov
Now I was about to start a new life. I was going to marry a king who everyone had told me was a monster. I had seen him behave monstrously. And yet I had seen a deep humanity in him, as well— both in the privacy of his quarters, and on the arena pitch, when he had given Griffin two chances to submit.He was the monster who was a man. My father was the man who was a monster. My father was the one who had orchestrated all of this—the coup, the lies, the disregard for what I wanted. He’d never cared about me. Never loved me. All he’d wanted was the throne, and he’d used Griffin in an attempt to get it.How could I tell who I could trust? How could I even begin to imagine the future ahead of me?27had barely fallen asleep when I was awoken by the commotion of Amity and Rue hurrying into my room. Amity threw the curtains open, casting sunshine into the room, and Rue poured the coffee. “Good morning, milady!” Rue said. “It’s your big day! Are you so excited?”I pushed myself up onto one el
“It was,” I said. “It really is beautiful.”Before Amity could close the door, Fina called, “Did we miss it?” She stuck her head in the gap in the door and the doorframe. “The final fitting?”“No, no,” I said with a smile. “Come in.”Fina and Adora both hurried into the room. It was mid-morning, and they’d been dolled up by their own handmaidens. Both looked gorgeous, in their lush gowns and simple makeup. Fina swept me into her arms immediately in a hard hug, and I laughed as she spun me around. “Please don’t smudge the makeup,” Amity said. “We don’t have a lot of extra time!” “I won’t, I won’t,” Fina said as she released me, grinning.Adora gave me a hug as well, and an air-kiss on each cheek. She was a bit flushed, but she looked happier than she did yesterday. That was about all I could hope for, considering how things had shaken out for the both of us.“We wanted to be a part of the big day,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind.”“Not in the slightest,” I said. “I’m so glad you’re h
My own wolf roused with anxiety, wanting to spring forth, as if she was pulled by the presence of so many others.A violinist in the clearing began to play a delicate tune, the strings lilting through the air as if following the birdsong overhead. Fina and Adora walked into the clearing first and took their places a few paces from the edge of the cliff, to an audience of high-ranking court members in their human forms.Then I was standing at the tree line with just Amity and Rue in their wolf forms at my back. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do—no one had told me exactly how this was supposed to go. Icouldn’t see the king either, half-hidden as he was by the officiant as they both overlooked the crowd under the cliff. I glanced around, looking for some sort of instruction, when my father stepped into the tree line with a scowl on his face.“What is this?” he hissed, sneering at my gown. He was dressed in his ceremonial finery, linen layered against the cold along with a cloak, a
What else had I learned in Daybreak that was a lie?“Your Majesty,” the priest said, “my lady. We gather here today under the watchful eyes of our gods to join both of you together in matrimony as leaders of Pack Nightfall and the Kingdom of Frasia. The Choice has guided you to your queen, and now you may enter the rest of your lives together.” He cast his yellow eyes around the guests. “With your court and your pack as witnesses, you will begin this journey.”My father was nearly vibrating with anger as he watched, though if any other wolves noticed it, they made no comment. Fina was already crying as she watched, dabbing under her eyes delicately from where she stood. Even the duchess, stern in her rich purple gown, seemed minutely pleased to see the culmination of the Choice.Lady Marin stepped forward to the priest’s side. In her hands she held a plain wooden box. The priest opened it and carefully took out a heavy piece of thick, plain rope. “Face each other,” he said.We did as