Book 2: Plan B

Ainslee

We pray until I get woozy. Outside the splintered door, I can still see the outline of an arm of each guard stationed on either side of the doorframe.

Zoey catches me when I go down and carries me to the bed. “You must have a head injury,” she observes worriedly.

Great. “Thanks a lot, Moon Goddess.” So much for praying. “It should heal pretty quickly. I’m a wolf shifter, after all, and I’ve been eating pretty well.”

“Still, we should call for Jerim-” Zoey says.

“Jerim’s in the dungeon,” a guard outside pipes up.

No doctor and eavesdroppers. The blessings just keep on coming. They probably know our plan and have warned everyone. “I’ll be okay,” I reassure Zoey.

Zoey purses her lips. “Surely you can send for him anyway. The future queen has been injured.”

“Have to ask King Kris about that,” the other guard barks.

“Then summon him,” Zoey demands, hands on hips.

The guards snicker together. “Like we’re