Cade..Something was shifting.Not in the kingdom. Not in politics. Not in the rogues—though their numbers had grown bolder. No… this shift was deeper. Personal.It was her.I hadn’t seen Ayla in days, but I felt her absence like a bruise that refused to fade.And yet, each night, my wolf grew restless. Pacing. Growling in the shadows.Even without the full bond—especially after what she tried—there was still something tethering us.I didn’t know what it was. But it made my blood itch.Riven entered my study quietly, carrying a sealed scroll. “Report from the Eastern patrols. Another rogue breach near Hollowpine.”I took the scroll but didn’t open it. “Casualties?”“None. This time. But they’re getting organized.” He hesitated, then added, “They were targeting the herbal trade routes. It’s coordinated.”Coordinated rogue attacks.A mate I couldn’t reach.And a council ready to turn on me.“How long until the Four Wing alliance meeting?” I asked.“Two days. But Galen’s already stirring
AylaThe silence in my mind had become a second skin.Days blurred. My body moved, but I felt… hollow. Not dead, not alive. Just here.No presence stirred in the place where my wolf once resided. No growl. No nudge. No comfort. It was like losing my breath and learning to live without air.I barely spoke to Beatrix. Even when she tried to keep things light, to pretend nothing had changed, I knew she could see it too—something inside me was broken.It was on one of those sleepless nights, curled in the chair by the fire, that I remembered it.The locket.Mae's locket. The one she’d left me before she died. I had tucked it into the bottom of my satchel days ago. It had always made me uneasy, like it was humming with something… old.With trembling fingers, I retrieved it from the bag and sat staring at it.Gold. Worn but intact. The surface was carved with unfamiliar symbols that shimmered faintly in the firelight. I should have opened it the day I got it. But something had always stoppe
CadeThe echo of the market still clung to my thoughts as I stood before the grand council hall—an obsidian structure nestled in the heart of the palace grounds, forged to host only the most sacred of gatherings. The Full-Wing Alpha Meeting. The last time this chamber held such tension, I was barely twenty, fresh to the throne, earning respect with every breath.Now, they waited for me again. Not to test me—but to corner me.Riven opened the doors.Four Alphas sat in silence, cloaked in power and impatience.Alpha Tim of the North Wing—arrogant and aged, his eyes cold with calculation.Alpha Maelis of the East Wing—slender, sharp, with a smile that never reached his eyes.Alpha Silas of the West—young, ambitious, always the first to sniff out weakness.And Lady Maerina, representing the South. The only one not an Alpha, but bold enough to sit like one.Elder Galen stood by the head o
Cade. An impromptu meeting had been called—again. Not because of politics or war, but because of Ayla. My mate. I had told them I would sever the bond between us. That had been nothing but empty words. I could never bring myself to do it. “The East Wing is grumbling,” Elder Galen announced, his tone sharp, gaze shifting among the others. “Perhaps if you had a Luna by your side, none of this unrest would be happening.” I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I let the silence stretch, watching their discomfort grow. “Arrange a meeting,” I said at last, my voice low but resolute. “I want to see all representatives of the four wings.” The shock on their faces was palpable. None of them expected that. “In the next five hours,” I added. Gasps rippled through the chamber. The elders scrambled to their feet, already making urgent calls as they filed out of the room. “But Alpha,” Elder Galen protested, spinning back toward me, “the North Wing to Bloodhowl takes at least a ful
He had kissed me, and I had reciprocated.I touched my lips, remembering how last night unfolded, as I prepared myself back to the cottage.After all, I was now hale and healthy.Nyra was helping with my hair as she spoke.“Are you related to that Beatrix lady?”“No,” I replied, my voice a little dry.“But she called you her sister,” she said, locking eyes with mine through the mirror as she braided my hair into buns.“Enough with the questions, please. I’d like to be on my way as soon as possible.”I knew my tone was a bit harsh, but it was the only way to stop Nyra’s endless curiosity.Within minutes, I was back at the cottage.It felt so good to be home. My thoughts drifted to the garden—what happened yesterday.He’s finally breaking the bond, I thought, and a smile crept onto my face.“Eva?” I called my wolf, but there was no response. She’d been quiet since everything happened—and I didn’t know why.I’d assumed it was due to my injuries. But now I am healed. Thanks to the healers
Okay.” The word left my mouth—empty, sharp. But I didn’t mean it. I would never reject the bond. Not now. Not ever. As the silence stretched, something hit my senses—a faint scent. Warm. Familiar. Ayla. My eyes narrowed. Am I imagining things? The scent grew stronger, unmistakable. I mind-linked the nearest guard. Check outside the door. Now. He returned moments later, bowing slightly as he whispered in my ear. “I saw the retreating figure of Lady Ayla and a maid.” Every nerve in my body went on high alert. She was here? She heard me? A storm churned in my chest. Was she coming to see me? Did she think I meant it? That I would actually reject her? Questions flooded my mind—none with answers. I stood up so abruptly the chairs scraped back. All eyes turned to me. “We’ll continue this discussion later,” I said, my voice cold, masking the panic clawing at my gut. I didn’t wait for their reply. I turned and strode out, my Beta and guards quickly falling int