She rushed toward me, wide-eyed and bundled in a frail patched-up shawl. Not bulky like mine, wolves didn’t need all that. Full wolves ran hotter, healed quicker. Even in the cold, Mira moved light and silent, like she belonged in the wild. She has always been the calmer friend but right now, her chest rose and fell with panic.
She collapsed beside me in relief. “I found you! Thank the Moon Goddess. What were you thinking? Arnou and Derek are going to kill you!” I grinned, still breathless. "Only if they catch me." She didn’t smile and I rolled my eyes. She has always had a questionable sense of humour. Mira and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. She's also an Omega so we practically spend all our time together, well except when I get in trouble—just like now. We're both nineteen. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to catch her breath. Her brown hair, usually tucked behind her ears, had started to frizz at the ends from the snow. Big brown eyes flicked around the trees behind us, still anxious. She always looked a little lanky from years of poor meals and worse sleep. She was so quiet that people often forgot she was even there, and some treated her like dirt. I once watched an older Omega shove past her in the kitchens, nearly knocking the stew pot from her hands. Mira just whispered an apology for being in the way. She's a little too gentle for this kind of place even though she was a full werewolf. She's taller than me by a few inches, a disadvantage of me being half human. “I mean it, Ren,” she said, turning to me again. “You can’t keep going after Arnou like this. He’s the Beta’s son.” “Magnus,” I muttered under my breath. Mira’s head snapped toward me, eyes wide. “Beta Magnus.” I smirked. “Right. Can’t forget the title.” She gave a long-suffering sigh. “One of these days, they won’t just chase you. And I won’t be fast enough to find you.” I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t care but because I wasn’t in the mood for lectures wrapped in concern. Her concern sometimes felt like a warm blanket I didn’t ask for. Smothering and heavy. Instead, I picked a snow-damp leaf from her hair and flicked it. “You worry too much.” “And you don’t worry at all.” She wasn’t wrong. “Come on,” she said finally, rising and brushing the snow off her skirt. “Before they double back.” I took the hand she offered. Warm fingers, cold palms. Always reaching for someone she had no business saving. *********************************************************** The pack houses were dark by the time I slipped inside the Omega quarters. Omegas don’t get much, but at least, we've got our own houses. If you could call them that. Mira had left for her house muttering something about morning duty and Elder Mette checking beds before sunrise. It had been a tiring day for every Omega as we're practically the work force of the pack. Our little home, mum's and mine, was one of the smallest on the stretch. One room, a cracked hearth that hadn't worked in months, and a wooden cot that mum insisted I take even though she was the one with aching bones. The walls were patched with old cloth where wood had warped, a narrow shelf held a few bowls and a framed sketch of my father. I'd never met him. Mum said he died before I was even born. I pushed our door open and it creaked, of course it did. I winced, easing it shut behind me. Inside, the fire was low. My boots thudded softly against the worn wooden floorboards. My mother, Freya, sat on the stool, a shawl slipping from her shoulders with sleepy eyes. A faded metal tray sat beside her, piled with leftovers. Mostly bones, a bit of stew, two pieces of tough bread. “You didn’t have to wait up,” I said. “I always do.” I ignored the tray, pulled off my boots instead. “We work all day, yet get scraps. How generous.” “Ren,” she said quietly. I collapsed onto the cot and stretched out, arms flung wide, legs still burning from the run. The ceiling above me had a crack that split across the wood like a lightning scar. I’d stared at it so often I could trace it from memory. “I’m starving,” I muttered, eyeing the bread. She nudged the tray towards me with her fingers but I pushed it back. She needed the bread more. “It’s fine. I’ll just gnaw on a bone. Pretend I’m a real wolf.” She said nothing. Just pressed the tray a little closer and I pushed it back again. “You know, I keep wondering why you even took the Omega mark,” I said after a while. “You weren’t born into it. And you weren’t mated, either. So what happened? You just wake up one day and decide servitude sounded fun?” Her lips pressed into a thin line. The question hung there, unanswered. Again. “I’m not doing this with you tonight,” she said finally, rising to her feet. “That’s your answer for everything, huh?” I muttered. “Don’t ask. Don’t speak. Just bow and keep quiet.” She turned slightly. Her face was tired, drawn with lines of worry I knew I put there. But she didn’t snap back, didn’t raise her voice. “You wouldn't understand, Ren.” I hated that line so much. What wouldn't I understand? And how would you know when you haven't even given me a chance yet. She came over instead. Bent a little, brushed my hair back with one hand, then kissed my forehead like I was still five years old and the world hadn’t already grown claws. Her touch was warm. Her love always was, even when everything else felt cold and broken. “Sleep well, little fire,” she whispered. Then she shuffled to the other side of the room, pulled the shawl tight around her shoulders, and lay down on the mat by the hearth. I stared at the tray a long moment before dragging it into my lap and tearing into the bread like it owed me something.KairoIt was noon when we arrived at Frost Pack, the cold biting at my skin, though my heat radiated outward like armor. My boots crushed the light frost that glazed the stone path, every step steady, unhurried. The wind here howled louder than ours back home, but it carried no threat.Weeks ago, my beta, Cael, had brought word of the upcoming summit. The location had been set for BloodClaw, as it always should have been. Ours was the oldest, strongest, most feared pack. But tradition had long been broken. I never allowed outsiders past our borders, and no one was foolish enough to insist. They’d chosen Frost Pack instead.I hadn’t planned to attend. I never did. Crowds, speeches, politics—pointless. Cael had already prepared to go in my place, like he always did but I changed my mind after hearing the reports. We had been standing near the edge of the northern cliffs, the late sun casting shadows over the jagged terrain below. Cael's expression was hard, jaw tight.“We lost three,” h
It was finally the day of the summit. My pack compound buzzed with nervous energy, and even the wind felt sharper than usual. Wolves moved around with purpose, rushing to finish last-minute tasks, setting up tents, checking guest quarters, preparing food. A few guards had been posted along the outer ridges since dawn, and omegas were being assigned like pawns across the estate.Elder Mette, head of the servant ranks, stood in front of the announcement post with her usual no-nonsense scowl. She held a clipboard so tight I half-expected it to crack. One by one, names were called and tasks assigned. Naturally, she gave the cushy posts—Alpha offices, summit chambers, and high guest suites—to her favorite, tail-wagging Omegas. The overly obedient ones who knew how to keep their heads low and eyes down.Then she got to me."Auren. You're on outer stockroom and water duty. Report to Elder Dren."I blinked. Outer stockroom? That was practically in the trees.Figures. Elder Mette hated me. No
Arnou walked across the yard near the water trough, alone, with his gaze fixed directly on me. That look wasn’t just dislike or irritation, it was colder and sharper. It carried a promise.My shoulders stiffened, but I didn't flinch. I held his gaze, kept my face blank. He wasn’t getting anything from me. Beside me, Mira shifted slightly. Neither of us spoke until he turned the corner.She let out a slow breath, rubbing her palm on her dress. “You saw that?”“Yeah.”“That look… It was so ominous.”I gave a small shrug. Not because I didn’t care, but because I didn’t want her to worry.“The fact that Zara and the others haven’t said a word since that day? That’s what scares me. It's like they're planning something dangerous.”“Probably,” I said, wiping my hands again even though they weren’t dirty.“Ren. I’m serious.”“I know.”“You’re too calm.”I shrugged. “You want me to panic? I’ll do it later. Privately. With snacks.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t smile.The truth? I was worried
I crouched low in the storeroom, sorting dried herbs into old cloth sacks. My fingers itched from the dust, but I liked the quiet. Mira was beside me, gently wiping salve jars with a cloth, her hum soft under her breath. She didn’t talk much. That’s why I liked working with her.“Do you think this batch is still good?” she asked, holding up a pale green bottle.I leaned in, sniffed. “Smells like tree bark dipped in swamp water.”“So… bad?”“Very bad.” She chuckled and set it aside. I smiled to myself. Mira's laughter was rare, but real. Then the storeroom door creaked open.“Herbs and harmony,” Rowan said, stepping in. “Never thought I’d find the great Ren kneeling like a kitchen hand.”I smirked. “Careful. These kitchen hands know how to crush your windpipe with a cinnamon stick.”He chuckled and dropped to a crouch beside me, easy and familiar. “Need a hand?”“We’re managing just fine.”“I can see that,” he said, brushing dust off a jar. “Mira, you okay letting me take over?”Mira g
We gathered in the courtyard as soon as the bell stopped ringing. Every pack member, from the smallest pup to the oldest elder, stood shoulder to shoulder in silence. No one spoke. Not even the warriors, who usually couldn’t keep their mouths shut unless ordered. I shifted my weight, trying not to show the way my ribs protested. Mira stood beside me, her fingers twitching. Then he came. Alpha Boris stepped forward, towering in dark leathers that hugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to speak to command attention. His presence did that on its own. Cold grey eyes swept over us like a blade, calm but lethal. His dark hair, streaked faintly with silver, was pulled back from a scar that ran along his temple. No one knew how he got it, and no one dared ask. Beside him stood Beta Magnus. Younger, leaner, always with his jaw tight like he was biting back words. And then Luna Nora, regal and still, with that unreadable expression she wore like a mask. Even her beauty was sharp. Untouc
The wolf lunged. That’s when I moved. I reached into my boot and whipped out a slim, silver blade. I drove it hard into Sylah’s hind leg as she soared toward me. Thud. She hit the ground howling, her form flickering in and out and her leg twitching violently. Zara’s scream tore through the clearing. “You bitch! You used wolfsbane on her?!” Duhh… I wasn’t stupid enough to show up empty-handed. I knew they wouldn't fight fair so I brought my own backups. They were illegal, of course. But laws meant little where they were concerned. “She’s still breathing,” I said, backing away. My ribs screamed with every breath, but I stood tall. “You guys never planned to have a fair fight, right?” Derek grabbed my shoulder and slammed me down hard. My ribs flared with agony. His boot pressed to my back. I pushed it off and staggered backwards. Arnou came at me next. I barely ducked. His fist skimmed my shoulder, but I grabbed a chunk of broken wood from the crate behind me and swung it hard.