POV: Ravencrest

I stand in my throne room, watching the sunset through the tall windows. The light doesn't burn me anymore, not after eight centuries of adaptation, but old habits die hard. I still prefer the darkness.

"My lord," Malakai enters, bowing slightly. His wounds from the Trial of Champions have healed, but he moves with a new wariness. "The wolves have agreed to the exchange. Thelma and Theo will be delivered tomorrow at midnight."

"Good." I don't turn from the window. "Make preparations. I want everything perfect."

"Perfect for whom?" Malakai's voice carries suspicion. "My lord, forgive my boldness, but your actions lately have been... unusual. First you demand...