CHAPTER 9

Leah sat on the edge of her velvet-lined seat in the east wing. Her nails kept digging crescents into her palms. From her point above the courtyard, she could see everything. Wolves were moving about, talking, running errands and preparing for the end-of-moon ceremonies. The whole place was filled with activities. But none of that mattered. All she saw—all she cared about—was Zayne. And Eva. Again. The two of them were getting closer and it was happening right under Leah’s nose He stood near the stables. There was a smile on his face and his head was tipped slightly as he listened to something Eva was saying. Leah stood up and walked to the window to get a better look. She glared at them. Zayne never smiled. Not on his birthdays. Not when he won wars. Not even when she told him they were mates. Yet here he was, smiling at Eva and looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Eva stood in front of him, talking. She was laughing and he was listening to every