Chapter 47

Consciousness evaded her. In and out, she fell from reality, the gentle sway rocking her to sleep as Damon carried her through the palace halls. She awoke only once they’d breeched the night. She saw the palace over his shoulder, the walls crumbled, smoke pouring from the craters and taking to the sky—the sound of wolves howling, yelping, as they overtook the building.

Her heart shattered—for the prince, who had vanished behind a wall of rubble. For her father, who was surely still locked in his cell where he would stay, less the wolves tore him to ribbons. Her heart tore for the beautiful palace—but also for the wolves. For the wolves who would not make it out. She should’ve felt angry, shouldn’t she? She should have hated Damon for leading the assault on the palace, but after all she had learned...

She both reveled and shattered at the destruction of the Silvercity Palace.