"I don't think I'm ever going to finish this."
Emerald sighed, head resting in one hand, her other flipping through yet another stack of parchment. The oak desk in her father's study was buried in scrolls, reports, and correspondence—land disputes, trade complaints, rogue sightings, and political threats she couldn't ignore.
Her eyes burned. Her neck ached.
This wasn't a crown—it was a noose with paperwork.
She leaned back in the high-backed leather chair and gazed at the space around her. Her father's scent still clung to the walls: pinewood, leather, and something faintly spicy. His books still lined the shelves. His dagger rested in the display case behind her. But it wasn't comforting—it was crushing.
"You made this look easy," she whispered.
With slow steps, she rose and crossed to the far wall where a framed painting hung: her father, Alpha Vale Lycanis, standing tall, eyes like steel, arm draped across her shoulders. She'd been barely eighteen in that portrait.
The way he looked at her... proud. Certain.
Like he already knew she'd be standing where she was now.
"I don't know if I can live up to you," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Even after everything you taught me."
A single tear slipped from her eye and traced down her cheek.
Behind her, the door creaked open. Darius didn't announce himself—he didn't need to. She knew his footsteps by heart.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
Emerald sniffed and straightened her shoulders. "Just… tired."
"You've been in here since dawn."
"I'm trying to catch up. Father handled all of this without blinking."
"He had decades of practice. You've had two weeks, one coronation, and three territorial Alphas in heat."
She cracked a small smile, then sighed. "I'm not afraid of them. Or the Council. But… sometimes I think I'll fail him. That I'll fail the pack."
"You won't," Darius said with certainty. "But you're allowed to doubt. You're not weak for feeling the weight of a crown."
Emerald looked at him. "How did he do it? Stay sane under all this pressure?"
Darius smiled faintly. "He ran. Every week, without fail. Through the forest. No politics, no noise. Just the wild."
Emerald blinked. "I haven't shifted since I got back."
"Then let's fix that."
—
The moon hung high and soft, casting silver light through the thick canopies of the Western Shadow territory. Two wolves darted between the trees—one sleek and black with a green streak running down her spine, the other larger, grey and fast as wind.
Viola reveled in the run, howling with joy as she raced through terrain she'd once called home. Emerald forgot the scrolls. Forgot the doubts.
Here, in the heart of the wild, she remembered who she was.
By the time they reached the border, she was panting slightly, her fur damp with dew. Darius shifted first, already tugging a pair of pants on from his tied bundle near the trees.
Emerald followed, her shift smooth, quick, and controlled.
"This helped," she murmured, brushing dirt off her legs.
"You needed it."
They stood at the edge of their lands, the invisible line drawn through trees and stone.
"Everything feels different now," Emerald said. "Same woods. Same stars. But I feel… bigger. And lonelier."
Darius was about to respond when a scent hit them.
Familiar. Sharp. Wrong.
Rick.
And then another—sweeter, cloying, like roses grown in a grave.
Alia.
Emerald's body tensed. She turned just as two figures stepped into view across the line that separated Blood Moon from Western Shadow.
"Well," Alia said with a delicate smile, dressed in flowing white like a damn goddess of grief. "Isn't this nostalgic."
Darius growled low in his throat and took a step forward.
Emerald held a hand out. "It's okay, Uncle. I'm over him."
Rick didn't look overjoyed to see her—but he didn't look unaffected either. His gaze swept her from head to toe, lingering on the leather straps crisscrossing her chest, the braids in her hair, the silver etched around her arms.
"You look different," he said finally.
"I am different," she replied coolly.
Alia's eyes gleamed. "I'm sure we're all very happy for your… transformation."
Emerald's fingers curled at her sides. She tried not to let her jaw clench.
Rick folded his arms. "You disappeared after committing a crime. And now you parade around like you're innocent."
"I didn't disappear," Emerald said. "You banished me. And I didn't commit anything except trusting the wrong people."
Alia laid a hand on Rick's arm. "It's okay, Rick. I'm sure Emerald didn't mean to. Maybe it's my fault she got so… jealous. Bitter."
Darius snarled, but Emerald lifted a hand again.
"No need to defend me," she said. "Because I no longer care what he thinks."
She turned to Rick and met his gaze head-on. "You believed her before even asking me. You didn't need proof. You just needed someone to blame."
Rick's mouth opened, but then he stepped forward.
Too close.
His hand wrapped around her wrist—fast and uninvited.
And then—
"Get your hands off my mate," a voice growled, dark and cold like smoke curling from the ground.
Lucien stepped from the shadows behind them, his cloak fluttering around him, his silver eyes lit with fury.
Rick flinched.
Emerald tried not to flinch too.
Lucien's aura was thick, pressing down on every nerve like a warning siren. Rick stared at him, their gazes locked in primal challenge.
"Back off," Emerald snapped, stepping between them.
Lucien's jaw flexed. Rick didn't move.
"If you ever touch me again," Emerald said slowly, turning her full fury on Rick, "it will be the last time you have hands."
For a heartbeat, nothing.
Then Rick smiled. Just faintly. Almost as though intrigued.
She hated that.
"Let's go," she muttered, brushing past Lucien. Darius fell in step behind them.
Only when they were well past the trees did she round on Lucien. "What are you doing here? I told you—all of you—not to visit me for a week."
Lucien didn't flinch. "I often run near the border. And I'm glad I did tonight."
"You're breaking the rules."
"I'll break them all if it means keeping you safe."
She opened her mouth, ready to snap something back, but then he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his knuckles grazing her cheek.
"You are mine to protect," he said quietly. "And I'll go against your rules every time to do that."
Emerald's breath hitched.
Lucien stepped back and melted into the darkness like smoke on wind.
Darius cleared his throat behind her. "Are you okay?"
She exhaled. "No."
He raised a brow.
"I think it's time I got to know my mates."