I was the Snow Wolf Princess. My clan gave everything to make Bloodfang king. Six months pregnant, he forced a wager on me. My Luna title. Three thousand Snow Wolf lives. At the Autumn Hunt, I had to outshoot his favored consort. His favored consort was the pack’s top female archer. She smirked triumphantly in his arms. One arrow. My sacred crown was gone. The bastards laughed their hardest. Right then, I heard my unborn pup’s voice. He said he was the War God Sky Wolf reborn. “Mom, take the bet!” I drew my bow. First arrow, straight through the bell. Second arrow, clean through the hall. The bastards were left with nothing. Military command and the throne. Both mine! Inside the Alpha King’s tent, I stood below, cradling my belly. I watched that disgusting pair cuddled on the throne. Bloodfang’s men watched me like predators, jeering from both sides of the hall. “Luna, you accepted the bet to shoot against Her Highness Consort Nayi. Are you backing out after only one arrow?” Nayi sat in Bloodfang’s lap, black-eared and gold-eyed, smirking at me. A lithe Black-Stripe Jackal. The pack’s finest female archer. I was the Snow Wolf Princess. My kin came from the snowfields, every last one pure white. During the fight for the throne, I led my kin thousands of miles. We sought these warm valleys solely to crown my mate King. But the moment my dear mate took the throne, he made Nayi his consort. He exalted his mistress and crushed his Luna. At the Autumn Hunt, Bloodfang used entertainment as his excuse to pit me against Nayi. Three thousand Snow Wolf lives thrown on the table. He even demanded my sacred crown as a wager. My bow hand trembled. I bowed my head. Desperate tears splashed onto my knuckles. Right then, I heard a child’s voice from inside my belly. [Fear not, Mother. I am the War God Sky Wolf reborn. The next shot is mine.] My eyes went wide. A tiny wolf spirit emerged from my belly. Silver-white all over, his translucent body shimmered with starlight. Left eye gold. Right eye silver. [Zephyros is here! Who dares bully my mother?] Zephyros, the War God Sky Wolf. The most legendary young hero in wolf history. Could it truly be him? Yet no one else in the hall seemed to see him. Bloodfang drawled from his throne. “Can’t keep up, Luna? Just concede. It is a trinket. Nayi wants it, so let her play with it for a few days. You’re the Luna. Act like it.” My fists clenched tight. That crown had always been the sacred symbol of a Luna’s rank. A crownless Luna. The humiliation would be endless. Nayi stroked Bloodfang’s chest and looked my way. A dark, sultry smile curled her lips. “My King, you are so good to me. But if the Luna is struggling, let’s raise the stakes. I want the ice crystal around Isolde’s neck. Does she dare?” The hall erupted. I hissed. “This crystal is the Heart of Everwinter, our pack’s sacred charge. The Sky Wolf God granted it to our ancestors. It is no power symbol or military seal. It is the foundation of the entire wolf order. Nayi, how dare you treat it like a toy!” I lifted my ice-blue eyes. My voice came out cold and steady. Bloodfang waved his hand and pulled Nayi close with a doting squeeze. “Whatever you want, my love.” I gritted my teeth. The godlike little pup placed a paw on my hand. [Fear not, Mother. Take the bet. With me here, you will not lose. Not a chance.] I paused for just a beat, then made up my mind. “Since Your Majesty will sacrifice a century of our pack’s foundation just to amuse a mistress, then I accept.”
The entire hall went silent with shock. Nayi stepped down from the throne and reached into my collar. She pulled out the ice-blue crystal. The temperature in the tent plunged. Even the flames in the braziers dipped lower. “Perfect, Isolde. It is sacred and beautiful. I have always wanted this…” “Stop!” Slap! I knocked her hand away hard. “This is no trophy or toy. It is the anchor of a thousand years of wolf order. You’re from some backwater Black-Stripe Jackal offshoot. What gives you the right to touch it?” Nayi clutched her hand and stumbled back, feigning injury. She threw herself into Bloodfang’s arms, crying and complaining. “My King, Isolde clearly agreed just now. Why is she taking it back?” Bloodfang had been lounging against his throne, toying with the wolf-tooth pendant at his waist. He slammed a heavy palm on the armrest. His golden pupils shrank to thin vertical slits. The most dangerous signal before a wolf’s rage. Terrified elders dropped to their knees throughout the hall. “My word stands, Isolde. Do you want every beast clan to think the Alpha’s word is worthless?” “I would not dare,” I said coldly. “But beast-kin wagers are known for fairness. The stakes must be equal.” I lifted the sacred crown from my head. My white hair spilled down like a waterfall. Nine pure white wolf-tooth pendants swayed, clinking softly. “I stake this crown and the Heart of Everwinter. I wager my Luna title and our lineage’s dignity. Nayi, what do you have to wager? The slave identity you crawled out of a hyena den with?” In Bloodfang’s arms, Nayi’s pupils flared and her ears shot up. She glared at me with hatred. I went on, unbothered. “You were a slave picking arrows on the wasteland. You only wear silk and brocade because you crawled into the King’s tent. Do you really think you have the right to bet against me?” “Enough!” Bloodfang slammed the throne suddenly. His fangs showed. A low growl rumbled from deep in his throat. Nayi seized the moment and threw herself into his arms. Her tears fell like beads from a broken string. “My King… I am from a minor branch. I have nothing but you. She is right. I am unworthy to bet against her.” She put on a tearful, helpless look and started to rise. Bloodfang yanked her back into his arms, knuckles cracking. He stared at the crown in my hand, then looked down at his bawling mistress. Then he laughed. “Who says she has nothing?” Bloodfang slowly pushed Nayi aside and sat up straight. He raised his right hand and slid the heavy ring off his thumb. Cast from black iron, set with a blood-red wolf-eye gem. The totem of the Great Ancestor Wolf was engraved on the band. “I, the Alpha King, will cover her stake.”
“This is the Alpha King’s Signet, a relic of past Kings. It commands three thousand Grey Wolf warriors.” He slammed the ring hard onto the throne’s armrest. It landed with a dull thud. “Enough to cover that worthless crown of yours, Luna?” My pupils shrank. Every elder in the tent sucked in a sharp breath. Elder Whitemane shot to his feet. “Your Highness, reconsider! The ring must not…” Bloodfang shot him a cold look. His golden slit pupils flared. The elder went silent immediately. Nayi pressed against Bloodfang’s chest and flashed me a provocative smile. A cheerful pup’s voice echoed in my ears. [The Alpha King Ring! We hit the jackpot, Mom. Grab the bow! Your son will guide your arrow!] I watched that bastard pair in silence and smiled. There was a touch of pity in it. “Since Your Majesty is wagering for her, I shall gladly play along.” Bloodfang’s lips curled slightly. “Round two. Change the targets!” For years, I stood by his side at every hunt and archery match. Yet he only ever let me cheer from inside the tent. He forbade me from touching weapons, saying iron was too rough for my delicate hands. So earlier, I could barely draw. I barely scored a five. Nayi grew up on the wild plains and easily scored a perfect ten. Bloodfang knew all of this perfectly well. Iron-spine slaves moved on command. The first-round targets were wheeled away. Two taller iron racks were brought forward. Two copper bells hung from iron chains, suspended a full two hundred paces out. “Change bows,” Bloodfang ordered. His voice was cold as ice shards. Attendants presented two bows. Nayi took hers. Rosewood frame, wolf teeth inlaid on the arms. One of the strongest bows in the pack. She drew it easily into a full moon. The attendant set my bow at Nayi’s feet. It was no ordinary bow. The frame was jet black, heavy as iron. Three cords of ox tendon twisted into a string thick as a pinky. Stood upright, it nearly reached my chest. Hushed voices murmured across the hall. “That is the first Alpha’s Stone-Crusher Bow. Without godly strength, no one can draw it. The Luna is pregnant. The Alpha really is trying to finish her off.” Bloodfang sat high above it all. “You’ve never had a bow of your own, so I’m lending you one worthy of your title.” I said nothing and bent down to pick it up.
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