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 instructed, and the king took both of my hands in his. The priest’s long, bony fingers moved with surprising dexterity as he wound the rough length of rope around the king’s wrists, then our joined hands, then my wrists. Tying us together. The rope was surprisingly heavy. Was I imagining the faint crackle of magic emanating from it, or was that the priest’s in-between status? The king caught my gaze. I held it steadily, my wolf pleased under the attention, and my heart galloping in my chest.
The priest laid his palm over our joined, tied hands.
“This rope has bound the wrists of every Nightfall mate pairing for generations,” the priest said. “Now, it binds you, Lord Elias of Nightfall, and you, Lady Reyna of Daybreak. The rope represents your contract to each other. Lord Elias, do you swear to love and support your queen as you lead with the heart of a wolf?”
“I do,” the king rumbled. His eyes flashed gold.
Pleasure raced through me.
“And you, Lady Reyna, do you swear to love and support your king as you lead with the heart of a wolf?”
The vows were the same. Equal. Strange—so unlike a Daybreak wedding. I kept my gaze on the king’s, and I felt my wolf flash in my eyes as I said, “I do.”
“Will you remember this vow as you walk your path together and lead both this pack and this nation?” the priest asked.
“We will,” we said in unison.
The priest smiled, showing a flash of his sharp teeth. “Face your pack, then,” he said.
The priest stepped to the side. The king smiled, and I couldn’t help but return it, even as disbelief and pleasure danced through my veins in equal measure. I’d said the vows. He’d said them, too. The thing I’d feared most had happened—and yet it was as if a great weight had been lifted. Surely this feeling wouldn’t last. Just a mix of the brisk morning air, the cool earth under my toes, and the king’s warm hands in mine. But for the moment, it felt right.
Then the king turned and faced the edge of the cliff. I did the same.
“Wolves of Nightfall and Efra,” the priest boomed, his voice echoing over the crowd below, “I present the King and Queen of Frasia!”
Below the cliff, the wolves began to bark and shift, bouncing with excitement. Then, one wolf began to howl. The howl rippled through the wolves below, one wolf tilting its head back, then another, another, until all the wolves below were singing in one long, low note of celebration. The sound ripped over my skin, electric. My wolf bounded in my chest, thrilled by the musical sound of it, longing to burst forth and join the howl.
Then the king used our joined hands to pull me close to him. With the howl filling the air around us, driving all from my mind, he leaned in and sealed our marriage with a kiss.
A kiss unlike any we’d had before. Warm and gentle and passionate, like a promise, with all these wolves here to witness it. He pulled back and tipped his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Reyna,” he murmured.
Despite the audience, those words were only for me. I didn’t say them back—I couldn’t—but still something glowed in my chest.
From the ceremony, we went directly into the main hall, with the party led by Lady Glennis, the council members, and our servants. The manor was bustling with activity. The front doors were flung open, and the foyer had been converted into a dining hall of its own, where the citizens of Efra spilled in. The party was half in the foyer and half outside of it, and servants swept around the crowd with food and drinks as the wolves dove into the meal. It was a boisterous affair, with loud laughter and music and some guests already well on their way to drunkenness despite the early afternoon hour. The king smiled when he saw it, gazing at his subjects like a proud father. There were hoots and shouts of support, applause, a few howls from those still in their wolf shapes.
Then we made our way into the main hall, where the court celebrated away from the common people of Efra.
“Oh, gods above,” I murmured in awe.
“Do you like it?” the king asked.
I hooked my arm into his, then gazed wide-eyed at the decorated hall. “How is this possible?”
The room glowed in the elegant candlelight. Small tables lined the walls, covered in white tablecloths, and the band played near the dais. The windows were open, curtains pulled aside, and there was a wide space available on the floor for dancing. But the strangest thing was the snow that appeared to fall from the vaulted ceiling. Fat flakes of gorgeous snow, drifting down and disappearing where they landed. It was so magical, so ethereal.
“Just something special for our wedding day,” the king said, obviously pleased by my reaction.The guests in the main hall applauded as we walked in, cheers and hoots filling the room. The king laughed, loud and booming, and waved at the guests with his free hand as he hitched me a little closer. I hid my smile behind my hand. It was a strange feeling, being here like this, the center of attention—it almost didn’t feel real. Like I was playing a role, which I supposed was true. Finally, I felt like I was free from the judgmental, assessing eyes of the council and the court. The Choice hadn’t ended the way I’d wanted—but at least it’d ended. Small favors.The band began to play, and the king led me toward the floor. “I still don’t know the Nightfall dances,” I whispered.“Don’t worry about that,” the king said. “The ceremony was for the rituals of Nightfall. The rest of the day is about us.”He squeezed my hand and then pulled me close, in the center of the dance floor. The other guest
The song ended and Barion stepped away with a bow. “Thank you for the dance,” he said, “and good luck, Lady Reyna.”That was his way of saying goodbye.Outside, the sun had dipped down below the horizon, and the evening edged into night. The wine and champagne flowed, the band sweated through their clothes, and the cake was served down to the glass stand. I was still on the dance floor with the king, exhaustion beginning to nip at my heels like a pup.A bell sounded from somewhere in the room. The king pulled me close to his side. “That’s our cue,” he said. His voice was low, rumbling from all the talking he’d done to the guests. He looked just as tired as I felt, with his crown a little askance and sweat gathered at the collar of his fine shirt.I leaned against him, like my body was about to give up standing on its own since he was here to hold us up. “Cue?”The crowd began to hoot and shout out their well wishes. Scattered throughout the crowd, guests held sparklers, passed out by
My wolf urged me to move closer, to kiss him, to bury my face in the crook of his neck and erase all my reason and logic in the delicious familiar scent of his sweat. I wrestled her into submission.“We should talk,” I said.The king pulled back with an interested smile on his face. “Sure.” He moved toward the crackling fire, then gestured toward the armchair across from his own. He hadn’t changed his clothes, but did roll up the sleeves of his fine shirt, revealing the tanned muscular curve of his forearms. He poured us each a bit of brandy, then offered me the glass. “Let’s talk.” “I know it’s our wedding night,” I said.“You have a keen eye.”I ignored that. “And I know what is—customary.”“Right,” he said, that wolfish smirk reappearing on his face as his warm eyes tracked over my body.“But I—I can’t forgive as quickly as some might be able to,” I said. “I need more time.”The pleased expression dropped off his face. He raised his eyebrows. “This is about that traitor of yours?”
Before I made it, though, he caught up and caught my wrist in his hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”“Outside,” I said. “I need space.”He kept his hand around my wrist as he stepped close. “The last thing we need right now, Reyna, is more space.” He pressed his chest to my back and ducked his head closer, nosing behind my ear and inhaling. “I know you yearn for me.” His voice vibrated into my bones from the intimacy. “I can smell your desire.”I pressed my thighs together. It was no mystery that I wanted him. I’d made that clear the last night we’d spent together in this room. “My body and mind have two different opinions of you.”“Perhaps that’s part of the problem,” he said. “You’re so caught up in your mind that you ignore your body—and your wolf.”“I don’t ignore her,” I huffed, even as my wolf protested. Then I snapped my mouth shut. I didn’t need to justify myself to the king. I wasn’t an animal like the wolves of Nightfall. I had more selfrestraint than that.“We cannot
29When I woke up the next morning, it was to a brisk series of knocks at the door of the king’s chambers. I was asleep in his immense bed, but there was no indentation on the mattress next to me, nor any trace of the king’s scent on the sheets. He’d never come to bed at all.Last night, my exhaustion had overwhelmed my turmoil and I’d passed out nearly as soon as I’d hit the mattress beneath me. I’d never expected the king to give up his quarters to me though. It made my chest ache.I pulled my robe back on and stepped out into the main quarters to answer the door. Amity and Rue were on the other side, cheerful as ever despite the early hour. “Good morning, Your Highness,” Amity said brightly.“Wow,” I murmured. “Can we stick with Lady Reyna? At least until I’m a little more used to it?”“Sure,” Rue said. “This is a big change. I think you’ll love it, though.”I nodded. She had no idea how wrong she was. But, at least with Amity and Rue with me, it’d be a bit more bearable than it w
I wasn’t eager to draw too much attention to myself if I could help it.“Lovely choice, milady,” Amity said.We had a quick breakfast in my quarters, brought in by the kitchen staff, and then the two of them dressed me in the fine gown. Rue tied the laces at the back of the dress, while Amity brushed my hair into a plait resting over one shoulder. When she was done, she pulled another lacquer box from the drawers of the vanity and opened it. Inside was a plain, delicate crown, a simple band of gold like the one the king wore for most everyday ceremonies. She set it on my head with the same care and attention she did when she’d dressed me in the tiara that represented Daybreak during the Choice. But this crown, despite its simplicity, felt so much heavier.“Gorgeous,” she said with a smile.“Thank you,” I said. I didn’t feel gorgeous. I felt tired.Amity led me to the door. “We had best go send off the guests before the hour gets any later.”Outside, it was an icy cold day, with the s
My father sucked his teeth, then turned wordlessly and climbed into the carriage. Barion lingered for a moment, gazing at me. Then he nodded and walked toward his own wagon.With my heart in my throat, I strode back into the manor. Before the doors closed, the horses’ whinnying filtered in, and the familiar strike of hooves on the road as they began to move.With the carriages went the last vestiges of my life in Daybreak.I paused in the foyer, unsteady on my feet as that realization washed over me.Amity and Rue trotted in after me, then shifted back into their human forms. “Are you all right, milady?” Rue asked.I brushed a loose strand of hair out of my eyes and nodded. “Yes,” I said. “Perfectly fine.” I was the Queen of Frasia, and I was alone.30n my new quarters, I dismissed Amity and Rue and then stood by the window, gazing out over the snowy tree line. I needed space. I needed somewhere to sit and read and think—I had a couch in these quarters, but why not a desk? Did a quee
“You see what you want to see and only that.” I flattened my hands on his broad chest and shoved him backward; to my surprise he acquiesced and took a few steps back. “You barely know me. You only think you know me. Love me. I won’t bow to your desires just because you’ve forced me into this role. From now on, no one controls me, even if that means this marriage is in name only.”The king’s expression became suddenly, strikingly hurt—like I’d hit him. Then just as quickly as the pain had appeared, it was gone, replaced by a stony anger so powerful that when he bared his teeth, it made my wolf whine internally. I’d pushed him too far this time. I’d gotten cocky, and now the Bloody king was going to make his title known to me, just like he’d done to the traitorous Lord, and then to Griffin.Then, the air crackled like an oncoming storm.The king’s wolf burst forth.He shifted effortlessly, the clothes tearing from his back and landing in shreds on the shining floors of my quarters. He s