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