nder, practically dragged me through the corridor
ed the deep chill from my bones, my mind shifted fro
o save his mistress from the freezing lake while leaving his inte
r eyes, family honor and political alliances far outweigh any personal humiliation. Withou
t in her parlor, I needed a
tunic. I glanced at the mirror. My violet eyes held a cold, anc
are you
om, holding a soft towel. Her eyes were red,
moothly, reaching out to gent
ct myself, and I had failed to protect the few who were truly loyal to me, like Willow, who had been b
enemies in this manor ran deep. I was surrounded by vipers-Julian, Angele, the Matriarch-and playing the hel
Julian and Angele. I was sleep
face a placid mask. "Thank you, Willow.
I was surrounded by enemies, and my own father was too far away to protect
n Car
ngdom's most lethal army. He didn't bow to the Matriarch. If I wanted
despised weakness. He valued strength, utility, and absolute competence. If I wanted to us
ssive room, lined with bookshelves and smelling of old pa
oak desk lay a chaotic pile of ancient
ded script. Silvermoon Dynasty. Legal
worthy of being his Luna, I had spent years agonizingly studying ancient wolf history, heraldry, and the
er. Although Gideon and I had barely spoken in my past life, his reputation was known to e
a frustrating obstacle he hadn't yet solved. He hadn't bothered to lock them away because, to ninety-nine percent of the kin
I didn't need him to like me, and I certainly didn't expect his pity. I just needed him
his desk, unrolled the first brittl
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