Riley's hands wouldn't stop shaking.
She sat in the fortress infirmary, staring at the blood under her nails. Some of it was hers. Most wasn't.
She'd killed today. Actually killed.
For Grayson. For the rogues. Against her own father's army.
"Drink this." Scarlett pressed a cup into her hands. Warm liquid. Herbal. "It'll help with the shock."
Riley drank without tasting. Around her, wounded wolves groaned. Healers worked frantically. The cost of victory written in blood and pain.
"You did good today, princess." Scarlett's voice was softer than Riley had ever heard it. "Really good."
"I betrayed my family."
"You chose the truth." Scarlett squeezed her shoulder. "That takes more courage than people think."
A commotion at the door. Wolves stepping aside.
Grayson.
He'd cleaned up—no
