Kael POV

Sleep wouldn’t come.

Not with the whisper in my skull.

Unworthy.

It scratched like claws along my mind. My wolf paced in the dark, restless, teeth bared at shadows only it could see.

I pressed my palms to my temples, growling low. “Shut up.”

But the voice only deepened.

She is the Queen. You are nothing but her leash.

My stomach twisted. I staggered to the mirror, my reflection blurred, my wolf’s face bleeding through. Its eyes were not mine anymore. They were pale, ...