Forged in the Flames by Karima Sa'ad Usman

I spent the night tossing and turning, thinking of everything my father had told me.

One thing that stuck with me was why Mathias would fall on his sword.

Did they not fight in their wolf form? I knew I would not have peace without an answer, so I planned to speak to my father in the morning before I left.

Sleep never came due to anxiety. I was anxious to see Nikolas the next day, and I was anxious to find out why my father said Mathias fell on his sword.

I needed to understand the battle because, based on my father’s accounts, Mathias seemed confused, and he was behaving as if they hadn’t spoken in a while.

I needed to be sure of certain things. I also wondered if Isabelle was in Snow with her child or if something terrible had happened that prevented her from returning to claim Forest over the past twenty-nine years.

I wondered what Nikolas would do if that should happen.

Would he hand over to Mathias’ heir, or would he insist and push back?

If I wasn’t in love with him, I wouldn’t have bothered, and it might have been a relief, but it didn’t feel like it.

Typically, Kings inherit the throne when they are Thirty-three years of age, so there was a possibility the heir was yet to come. Regardless, I knew I would have to give Nikolas the heads up on the matter when I could because speaking to him of my father in that context always triggered him.

No matter how he cared for me, his hatred and mistrust was deeply embedded, and his emotions could not be handled. It was something that I would have to discuss with him when the opportunity presented itself.

I would ask my father what happened that made Mathias fall on his sword and keep the information to myself. Then I would compare everything and present my understanding to Nikolas if he ever brings up the past. One thing I am sure of is that I won’t be able to tell Nikolas until he brings it up.

I heard movement in the early morning, and I knew my father was preparing for work. I knew my entire day would be messed up, and I might have to close early just to catch up on my sleep.

I rushed out of bed and went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and pack lunch for my father.

He came to the living room around the time that I had finished packing his lunch. “Good morning,” I said, plating his breakfast on the kitchen island so he could sit on the high stool and eat.

“Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?” he asked me, picking up his fork and admiring the content of his plate. This was my opportunity to ask him what had troubled me all night.

“I didn’t sleep at all. I stayed up wondering about what you told me last night,” I said, and he sighed and put down his fork. I think I had messed his appetite up.

Father,” I said quickly,

asked, lifting his fork again, ready to eat. I studied

fall on his sword? I assumed he would fight in his wolf form.

was a brilliant observation, my dear. Now I will tell you a truth that the werewolves refused to accept, my truth,” he said, and I picked up my fork

weapons either. So, we headed to the palace in multitude to tell the

him we would no longer mingle with the Lycans, but to our surprise, Mathias was already coming for

he accused us of wanting to attack

the person did not tell him what we were planning to do. The

with me. Fighting in his wolf form would not

many wolves more quickly than fighting combat in

human form would make him swift on his feet,

a fighting chance, so he chose the only weapon to

did not have silver swords because of the underfunding of the army, so we had to rely partially on our wolves, but

us died in that battle, but we obtained some swords from the fallen lycan soldiers, which

weren’t as skilled as the werewolves that

werewolves wanted to help me, but I knew they would

we did not want his kingdom, we just wanted to live in Woodland. I told him of all he had done

not trust me, so he held on to his grudge, but there was a look of realisation in his eyes, and

and alphas had their pride. There were two things for him to do to keep his honour, run away or die. He chose to die, and when I refused to kill him. He pierced his heart with the silver-coated sword he held and fell on it until the hilt was at his chest

screamed and knelt by his body, weeping. His

Gabriel. They said you

telling him we wanted to usurp power. Someone told him we were

when Israel and Austin came to where we fought; I was about to tell them what

it wasn’t like that, but they refused. They

and headed back to the entrance, where Isabelle was made to kneel while pregnant with

words

might still be alive and might eliminate her and Mathais’ only heir. The werewolves might kill them too. Mathias had already lost an heir once I could not let his bloodline end. So, I asked for her trusted maids to send them

fought me for my decision, claiming that The Snow King would come for me and that if he failed, the child in her womb would

I did not care.