Lycannar


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    I havee here often and never once has my heart thudded the way it does now. My horse came to a stop before White Pack, and I sat still on it, uneasy.


    Panic rises in me, sharp and relentless. I can feel her energy inside. Tonight she is here, not in her pack. For what seems like an eternity I remain in the saddle, staring, hoping, wondering.


    Xyrrha had spoken back there, iming I would never have Zephyrine because of something I had done in the battlefield I could not remember. I called it a bluff, but the words still w at me.


    Atst I dismount. My steps carry me gently into the packhouse. The guards on duty bow their heads, silent as I pass, and as usual I say nothing. I give no attention to anything but the door ahead of me.


    Carefully, quietly, I stood there. I swallow, gathering courage. It is almost unbelievable how a woman can make me feel this way. I, who had been emotionless unless it was about my sisters, realize now that Zephyrine has crawled into a ce in my heart no one ever has. Just no one.


    I finally reach for the door to knock, but before I could, it opens and Blue appears in the doorway. I take a step back as she bows.


    “My King.”


    My eyes fix briefly on her. I let them roam over her frame, searching for bruises or anything that would suggest hardship, but she looks fine. Maybe not emotionally, because I know if herdy is broken, she will be too.


    “Is Zephyrine okay?” I ask atst.


    She straightens, silent for a moment before shaking her head.


    “She came in about an hour ago and has… locked herself up in the bedchamber.”


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    “Call her out for me. Tell her I am outside and I won’t leave until I see her.”


    Blue studies me, concern in her eyes.


    “It is cold outside, My King. What if she doesn’te out?”


    I give no answer, because the truth is in as day. I will not leave without seeing Zephyrine. If I do, I will go mad back home, and I might end upmitting murder.


    I turn away, walking to stand beside my horse. Arms folded across my chest, beneath the bitter night sky, I fix my eyes on the window where she usually stands to watch me. Tonight she does not appear, and that alone speaks volumes about how angry she is. How much she misunderstands. How deeply she has been


    hurt.


    Time drags, ticking painfully slow. An hour passes before the door opens again. Blue walks out with a cup in her hands. Shees to me and extends it. I stare at her for a while, then at the contents. Warm tea.


    “Please, drink it,” she pleads, her voice tight with worry.


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    For a moment I nearly call her a fool. A fool for caring for a man who once stabbed her mother to death. The thought tears at me, pain wing through my chest.


    Still, I take the cup from her, careful not to let our fingers brush. I drain it in one go, uncaring if it holds poison or something to weaken me. If it does, I will dly drink it down and die. That would be the justice I owe her, and her brother who left long ago and never returned.


    At the break of dawn, just after the darkest hour, the Dusk household door finally opens. Blue steps out


    first.


    I have not moved from my post all night, but when I see Zephyrine walk out behind her, my chest tightens in awe. She is dressed, ready to return to her pack.


    Blue nces at me, but Zephyrine only enters her carriage without sparing me a look. My heart clenches. as the wheels roll forward. As the carriage moves to bypass me, I step in front of it, forcing the coachman


    to stop.


    Without a word, I move to part the thin curtain and take her wrist. Gently, firmly, I pull her out. She does not resist, perhaps too exhausted to fight me. She stands before me as the breeze swirls, whispering of all I have broken in her.


    Tenderly, I tilt her chin, raising her face until her eyes meet mine.


    “Zephyrine, let me exin,” I say softly.


    She stands still, waiting.


    “Go on.” Her voice is quiet, but through the amulet I feel it. Her shattered emotions tearing into me. “Exin why your ex is in your home, a ce not just anyone dares to step into, wearing your clothes, sitting there rxed. Go on. Exin.”


    Her words sink like knives. My heart twists. No. Xyrrha had not been in my tower as my ex, but as my cousin. Yet as I search Zephyrine’s eyes, I cannot find the words to tell her.


    After countless attempts, nothinges. She sighs, stepping back, weary and defeated. Frustrated. Miserable.


    She turns to the carriage again, but I seize her wrist. When I pull her back, it is tears I see glittering in her eyes. The agony in them shatters me.


    “I am just an amusement. Another bedmate of yours, Lycannar. You should go back to her, since I mean nothing at all to you.”


    Her voice breaks into a silent weep, and with that she slips free, returns to the carriage, and rides away toward her pack, leaving me broken beyond words.


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