UNKNOWN GIRL
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood before the Wolf King.
The massive throne room of Moonstone Palace stretched around me like a cathedral built from twilight and starlight. Crystal pillars spiraled toward a ceiling that seemed to open directly into the cosmos, while the floor beneath my feet rippled with actual moonlight, as if I stood on the surface of a silver lake.
But all of that paled compared to him.
King Lycaeus loomed on his throne of intertwined silver branches, easily seven feet tall even seated. His midnight-black hair cascaded past impossibly broad shoulders, and his eyes—gods, his eyes—shifted colors like living opals, cycling through silver, amber, forest green, and twilight blue as he studied me.
Lady Meridienne stood beside me, a steadying prese
