The morning sun felt like an insult. Elara woke in the center of the massive bed, her body aching with a strange, heavy strength she had never known. For the first time in her life, the constant, dull fog in the back of her brain was gone, replaced by a crystalline clarity. She could hear the heartbeat of a bird on a branch three stories down; she could smell the rain-damp earth from miles away.
And she could smell Silas.
He was standing by the window, already dressed in a crisp white shirt, though he hadn't bothered to button the cuffs. He looked as though he hadn't slept a wink, yet he vibrated with a terrifying energy.
"The fever has broken," he said, not turning around. "But the world you knew is gone, Elara. You can't go back to being the girl who hides behind her father's debts."
Elara sat up, the silk sheets sliding over her skin. "You said he drugged me. My own father."
Silas turned then, his eyes darkening. "Arthur isn't your father. He was your jailer. He was paid by the High Council to keep the Lunar bloodline dormant. They fear a wolf they cannot control, and a Lunar Queen is the only thing that can challenge their authority."
He walked toward the bed, sitting on the edge. The mattress dipped under his weight. "He gambled you away because he knew I was closing in. He thought that by putting you in my hands, I'd be the one the Council hunted. He's a coward, but a calculating one."
"So, I'm just a political pawn?" Elara felt a spark of anger-not a human spark, but a roar of heat that made her vision flicker gold.
Silas reached out, gripping her chin firmly but gently. "You are my mate. To the Council, you are a threat. To me, you are the missing half of my soul. But if you want to survive the week, you need to learn to shift at will. The Council has already sent 'Collectors' to retrieve the debt Arthur couldn't keep."
A sudden, sharp knock at the door interrupted them. A man's voice, cold and clinical, drifted through the wood.
"Alpha Vane. This is Inspector Kael of the High Council. We have reports of an unregistered supernatural entity on these grounds. Open the door for inspection, or we will take it as an act of treason."
Elara's heart lunged. "They're here."
Silas stood up, his entire frame expanding as he let his inner wolf push to the surface. His shadows seemed to grow, darkening the corners of the room. He leaned down, whispering against her forehead.
"Hide in the dressing room. Do not make a sound, no matter what you hear. If they see your eyes, they'll kill us both."
As Elara scrambled into the dark closet, she watched through the crack of the door as Silas opened the suite's entrance.
Three men in long, grey coats stepped in. They didn't look like wolves; they looked like hunters. Each carried a cane topped with a silver wolf's head.
"Where is the girl, Silas?" the lead man asked, his eyes scanning the room with predatory precision. "We know Arthur gave her to you. We also know her blood hasn't been 'quiet' for the last twelve hours."
"She's gone," Silas said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I grew bored of her and sent her to the city. If you want her, go check the gutters where her father hangs out."
The Inspector smiled, a slow, sickening spread of teeth. He walked toward the dressing room door. "You've always been a terrible liar, Alpha. I can smell the citrus and rain from here. It's a pity. I was hoping you'd make this easy."
He raised his silver-tipped cane to strike the door.
Elara's breath hitched. She felt the power inside her-the Lunar fire-clawing at her throat. She had two choices: stay hidden and let them kill Silas for treason, or step out and embrace the monster they feared.
