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Against my better instinct, I peeled my eyes on the small crack between the doors and listened.
“…the marriage is settled,” Father said, his voice low but firm. “Alpha Malrick wants her, and I have no reason to refuse. It is a bond that will strengthen our pack.” My breath caught. Malrick Voss? My father wants to marry me off to Alpha Malrick Voss the alpha of y knees became weak. The name alone was enough to make my wolf—Liora—let out a low, growl inside me. "He’s… older than her. Cruel, even for his reputation." Beta Rowan’s spoke, hesitant, as though even he feared speaking the truth. "She has no choice.” Father snapped. “The contract is signed. Alpha Malrick will have her. This union will secure Silverbane’s future. Malrick’s wealth and power will make us the strongest pack in the northern territories. My daughter will play her role. She will be silent, obedient, and grateful." My chest burned. My father didn’t just decide my future—he sold it. "And if she resists?" Rowan asked carefully. "Then she will learn obedience," my father hissed. "She is nothing without my name. Nothing without my protection. She is my daughter and she'll do what I ask. No questions asked.” I covered my mouth, my hands trembled to stop the gasp that tried to escape my throat. No. This can’t be happening. I had known my father to be stern and unyielding, but to trade me off like a bargaining chip? To Malrick of all people? It made me weak.to my bones. I ran without looking back. Liora’s voice erupted in my mind the moment I closed the door. “We cannot stay, Aria. He’ll send us to that monster, and Malrick will kill us—piece by piece.” “I know,” I whispered aloud, pressing my back against the door. “I know.” Tears rolled down my checks. My father’s words weren’t a shock, not really. I had always been a pawn in his games, but hearing it—hearing how he casually condemned me to a lifetime with that cruel and evil Alpha made bile rise in my throat. I slowly got out of my room and crawled until I was in the small curve of the house where my Aunt Luma stayed. Her lamp was still burning but the light was dim. Her room smelled of dried herbs which I could smell from the door post. I opened the door without knocking. “Aunt,” She looked up from the worn book she's been holding, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the worry on my face. “Aria? What’s wrong?” I heard him,” I whispered, slamming the door shut behind me, shaking. “I heard Father.” Her eyes sharpened. She set the book aside and rose slowly. “What did you hear?” “That he’s…he’s giving me to Alpha Malrick.” My voice broke on his name. My hands flew to my chest to steady myself. My heart was breaking into pieces, all I wanted was to hear that it's all a lie. A bad joke, although I already knew the answer. “Tell me Aunt Luma. It's not true right? Father must be joking.” Her silence confirmed it. I couldn't control my tears anymore. I let them fall. “No. No, tell me they’re lying. Tell me this is just—just some horrible misunderstanding.” Aunt Luma heaved a heavy sigh. She came closer and held my hands. She squat before me, looking at me with something in her eyes—pity. “Aria,” she said softly, “it’s true.” The words hit me harder than any blow. I staggered back, shaking my head furiously. “No! Father can't do this to me! Not to him! That man is a monster, everyone knows it. I won’t.” I wept bitterly as I sank to the floor. The ground was cold but I was too overcomed by pain to notice. “Why?” I cried. “Why would he do this? I’m hisdaughter, not some pawn on his chessboard. How can he throw me to Malrick like… like I’m nothing?”
Aunt Luma bent down beside me, smoothing my hair with a tenderness I hadn’t felt in years. “Because to your father, power is everything. Malrick’s alliance will secure his position but he doesn’t see what it will do to you, child. He doesn’t want to see it.” Her words made my blood boil with anger. The fury and devastation clashd inside me like a storm. “Aunt Luma,” I grabbed her hand desperately. “Please, help me! I can’t marry him. I’d rather die than be chained to Malrick.” Her face softened but it vanished in a second. I could tell she was trying to make up her mind, to pick a side. Her brother, my father or the love she has for me. She drew a slow breath, her gaze looking toward the door as if she was afraid the walls themselves might be listening. “Aria,” she whispered. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” “I do!” I held her hands tight. “You’re the only one that I trust. If I stay, it'll be over for me. I'll be shipped off to Alpha Malrick. Please, Aunt, I don’t want my life to end before it begins. You have to help me escape.” Her face turned into a frown. She studied me for a long, agonizing moment, and in that silence I could hear my heart beating loud in my ears. Finally, she exhaled. “You foolish, brave girl…” I breathed a sigh of relief. “You will help me?” There was resolve in her eyes. She nodded, once. “Yes. I’ll help you.” I wept once more. Not in pains but relief. I jumped on her and hugged her tight.” she stiffened, then softened, hugging me back. Her arms were warm and firm around me, and for a moment, I felt safe, protected. Safe in a world that had almost crushed me. “Thank you,” I whispered against her shoulder, my voice cracking. “Aunt Luma thank you. I'll do whatever it takes I swear it. I will not forget this.” She pulled back, cupping my face with her rough hands. “Don’t thank me yet. What lies ahead will not be easy. If you truly want freedom, you are going to fight harder than you’ve ever fought before. Do you understand?” I nodded, tears still spilling but determination was slowly beginning to rise in my heart. “I understand.”Malrick's POVSleep had finally come, heavy and dreamless, pulling me under after hours of staring at the dark and feeling the wrongness press against my chest. I'd surrendered to it reluctantly, knowing I needed rest, knowing tomorrow would bring whatever it brought.I didn't expect it to bring a blade.The pain woke me before my eyes could open. White-hot, shocking, tearing through the fog of sleep like lightning through clouds. Something cold and sharp buried itself in my shoulder—deep, so deep I felt it scrape against bone.My eyes opened and Bren stood over me.His face was a mask of rage and grief and something else—something broken that had finally shattered. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but his eyes were dry, burning with a hatred so pure it took my breath away. The blade in his hand dripped with my blood."You," he breathed. I opened my mouth to speak—to say something, anything—but he was already moving again. The blade rose, caught the faint light from the dying embers,
Bren's POV"Bren." Kai's voice, low and careful. The voice you use with wounded animals and broken people. "Look at me."I didn't look."Bren, we need to talk about this. We need to understand what happened."I understood what happened. Malrick happened. Malrick happened to my family, to my childhood, to every peaceful moment I'd ever tried to build in the years since. Malrick happened, and now he sat at the other end of this hall, watching me like I was a problem to be solved, like I was the villain in this story instead of him."Get him out of here," I said. My voice flat "Get him out of my sight, or I can't promise—""Bren." Kai's hand touched my shoulder. "We'll figure this out. Together. But you need to calm down first."Calm down.The words were so stupid, so useless, so completely wrong that I almost laughed. Almost. The sound that came out instead was something between a sob and a snarl, and I saw Kai flinch.Calm down!? While the man who murdered my family sat twenty feet awa
Bren's POVThe memory hit me like a blade between the ribs.One moment I was floating in that grey space where nothing existed—no pain, no fear, no thought. The next, I was drowning in images I'd buried so deep I thought they'd never surface.But they did. They always do.I saw the house first. Small, wooden, smoke rising from the chimney. My mother—my adopted mother, I knew now—stood in the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron, smiling at something my father had said. My little sister chased a chicken across the yard, her laughter bright as bells.I was there too. Small. Maybe six years old. Sitting on the steps, whittling a stick with a knife my father had given me for my birthday.It was ordinary. Perfect. The kind of moment you don't appreciate until it's gone.And then it was gone.Horses. Thunder in the distance, becoming louder. My father's face changing—smile fading, eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, putting himself between the approaching wolves and his family.There were
Aria's POVThe infirmary was quiet for the first time in days.I moved between the cots on autopilot, checking bandages, adjusting pillows, noting temperatures and pulses with the detached efficiency that exhaustion brought. My hands knew the motions even when my mind was elsewhere—counting supplies, tallying the wounded, running through the list of who still needed treatment and who could be moved to the main hall.Most of the wounded were stable now. Fen's arm would heal. Liv's head wound had left her with a headache but no lasting damage. Tor's thigh needed another day of rest before he could walk without help. Koren's ribs were bruised but not broken—Mira had done well with the binding.One—an older wolf whose name I hadn't learned—had died in the night. His wounds had been too deep, too infected, too far gone even for the black moss poultice. I'd covered his face and moved on. There was nothing else to do. The dead didn't need me. The living did.Bren lay in the corner cot, still
Malrick's POVThe stone was cold under my palms, I liked it like that anywayI stood on the wall, alone, staring out at the darkness beyond our borders. The night was quiet—too quiet, maybe, after everything that had happened. The kind of quiet that made your skin prickle and your hand reach for a blade that was already there.Behind me, the pack slept. Or tried to. I could hear them through the open windows of the hall—the soft sounds of exhausted rest, the occasional moan from the wounded, the murmur of someone talking in their sleep. They'd earned their rest. Fought hard, bled hard, lost friends and found fathers and somehow kept moving forward.I should have been among them, should have found a corner, closed my eyes, let the exhaustion take me but every time I tried, something pulled me back, a prickly feeling I just couldn't shake off Something wasn't over.I didn't know what. Alistair was dead—I'd seen the body, watched them burn it with the others. His forces were scattered,
Kai's POVI couldn't sleep.The ceiling above me was the same one I'd stared at for years—wooden beams, smoke-darkened, familiar as my own heartbeat. But tonight it looked different. Everything looked different.Beside me, Aria breathed slow and steady, her body curled toward mine, one hand resting on my chest. She'd fallen asleep within minutes of lying down, exhaustion finally claiming her after hours of tending wounds and organizing supplies and holding the pack together. I was glad she could rest. Glad someone could.I stared at the beams and tried to feel something.Alistair was dead.I'd watched Sylvie drive the blade into his throat. Watched the life drain from his eyes. Watched the monster who'd haunted our family for years become just another corpse on the floor.And I felt... nothing.Not relief. Not joy. Not even the satisfaction I'd imagined whenever I'd dreamed of this moment. Just hollow. Empty. Like someone had scooped out everything inside me and left only the shell.I







