Gregor’s POV
The world snapped black the second the mist swallowed me.
One moment, I was in the council chamber—chains cutting into my wrists, the scent of wolfbane burning my lungs, my wolf howling in my skull as Marigold’s eyes locked on mine. One moment, I was lunging at the guards, at the Queen’s smug face, my claws catching glimpses of velvet robes and the taste of blood.
And then—
Nothing.
Cold. Wet. Darkness.
The mist dragged me like a tide, swallowing my strength, my rage, even my breath. My body slammed onto hard stone, the impact jarring the chains loose from my wrists but leaving my muscles trembling from poison. For a moment, I stayed there—on my knees, palms braced against the slick floor—breathing like a wounded beast.
Then the memories hit.
The video. The council’s r
