Mag-log inArden
I barely slept in my first night at the academy. The dormitory room was cold, the mattress stiff, the sheets felt rough against my skin. I laid flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, trying to breathe through the tight binding around my chest. Each inhale felt like I was being squeezed. Each exhale reminded me I was not Aria anymore.
I was Arden.
Arden.
I repeated the name until it tasted like ash in my mouth.
I didn't know when I slept off but dawn was almost upon us before I was able to have a very restless sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, there was someone standing beside my bed.
I flinched hard, nearly rolling off the mattress. My hands shot up, ready to defend, but froze when I saw who it was.
Kai.
The golden-haired boy from yesterday. The one who had hit me in the hallway like I was nothing.
His eyes were fixed on me, like actually looking at me with a sharp focused look.
He stood straight with his hands behind his back, like he belonged to a throne room instead of a dorm. His presence filled the room like a predator waiting for a chance to pounce.
My chest tightened, not from the bindings this time, but from his mere presence.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. My voice sounding scratchy.
He did not flinch. “Watching.”
I swallowed. “Watching what?”
“You.” His voice was calm. “You smell different today.”
My heartbeat stumbled. The scent blockers. Did I forget to apply the scent blockers? Did I use too little?
I glanced at my bed and then at my bag. At the bottles were hidden safely, deep inside the lining.
“I don’t know what you mean.” This time I forced my voice to sound flat and controlled. Luma would have been proud.
Kai tilted his head slightly, studying me the way wolves study prey. “Everyone here smells like something. Pride, arrogance, power.” He inhaled faintly. “But you smell... wrong.”
My throat tightened. “Wrong how?”
He stepped closer. Not too close that I could touch him but close enough for me to feel his warmth. “Like you are hiding something.”
The silence between us felt alive. A string pulled tight.
Then he stepped back, turning like he didn't just make my heart skip. “Morning drills are mandatory. Do not be late.”
He walked out as if nothing happened. But my heart continued to race long after he was gone.
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The courtyard was already buzzing when I arrived. Wolves moved across the field in a coordinated drills, jamming their bodies together, flexing their muscles, snarling at each other. This was how the academy trained warriors, heirs, and future alphas. Men raised to dominate and destroy.
At that moment, I had never felt smaller than I did.
I joined the circle forming around the combat mat and listened as the instructor, a broad man with a scar from his jaw to his temple, paced slowly before us.
“Pair up. Three rounds. Control your strikes. Do not kill your partner. I am not filling paperwork today.”
The other boys laughed.
My eyes darted for the brown-haired boy who had spoken to me yesterday. Maybe he would pair with me. Maybe he would be safer to pair with.
But Kai was already walking toward me.
My pulse jumped.
“No. Not him.” I groaned inside.
“We are partners,” he said, his tone leaving no space for argument.
I wanted to protest. I could have told him that I was new and unsuitable to be his partner. But the Arden aunt Luma trained would not beg.
So I nodded.
We stepped onto the mat. The ground felt hard and unforgiving beneath my feet.
“Stance,” Kai instructed.
His voice was low, but there was command in it.
I adjusted my footing, remembering Aunt Luma’s warning. Keep movements sharp, limbs close. Do not reveal softness.
Kai moved first.
His palm struck my shoulder softly and I blocked.
He struck again. Faster this time. I blocked at his pace.
He eyed me, gleaming at the challenge. Fuck, I just spiked his interest.
That was when the real fight began.
He moved like fire. Each strike was controlled, each motion precise. His strike aimed to push my pressure limits, to overwhelm me.
I added more grit, trying to keep up. The bindings kept cutting into my ribs, making my chest burn.
I drew a deep breath and lost a footing.
That instant, he swept my legs out from under me and I hit the ground hard, the air slamming out of my lungs.
Before I could move, he was on top of me. Both knee braced beside my hip. One hand gripping my wrist. The other beside my head.
Everyone else faded away.
His body caged mine. And I suddenly became aware of how close he was to me.
His breath brushed my cheek as he spoke. “Why do you move like that?”
“Like what?” My voice was barely audible.
“Like you are afraid of being touched.”
My heart felt like it would break out my ribs.
I forced my expression to remain blank. “I am not afraid.”
He leaned in a fraction closer. “Liar.”
The word slid through me like a blade, and tension hung between us until the instructor clapped once. “Switch.”
Kai released me slowly, like he wanted me to feel the absence of his touch.
I stood on shaking legs.
This was not good. Not good at all.
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After drills, the others headed toward the showers, laughing and shoving each other in rough boyish play.
I slipped away, because I was a girl and no one could see me undress. That was a huge risk for me to take.
I moved quickly down a side hallway, searching for somewhere private and praying under my breath that I find one. I spotted a small door near the storage wing. It was supply closet but I would take my chance. I quickly slipped inside and shut the door behind me, breathing fast.
I placed both hands on the wall. My bindings felt too tight, my skin felt wrong. My thoughts were spinning.
I closed my eyes. “Calm down,” I whispered. “Breath”
The door opened and I froze.
Kai stepped in casually and shut the door behind him like this was his spot too.
I panicked.
The room was too small enough and only his presence swallowed the entire space. My back hit the shelves before I realized that I was moving.
“Why are you following me?” I stuttered.
He stepped closer smirking. “Because you are hiding something.”
His hand came up and slammed the door beside my head. I jumped at the sound.
His eyes brightened. “There. That’s it. Why did you jump?”
“Nothing.”
He laughed softly.
“You think I don't know” he leaned closer. My heart jumped out of my mouth.
“kno..know what?” I nearly broke down but I held myself standing.
“I can smell your fear.” He took another step. “I see how your pulse jumps when I’m near you.”
My voice cracked. “Stop.”
“Why?” His face was only inches away from mine. “What are you afraid I will find?”
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, Kai remained standing, eyeing and sizing me up. I held my breath seeing how close he was.
I could feel the heat coming off him. Smell the wildness of his wolf beneath the scent of cedar and smoke.
Then, slowly, he stepped back and I exhaled. But his expression did not soften.
“This is not over,” he said in a low voice and opened the door. I watched him slipped out just as someone passed by.
I couldn't move at first. I remained where I was, my heartbeat shaking my entire body, my breath coming too fast.
This was bad, very bad. I had to protect my identity with my life and no one must find out.
So I squared my shoulders and stepped out of the closet. Keeping my head down.
I had to avoid him, I tried to.
But when I looked across the courtyard, I found his eyes already on me. Watching, waiting.
As if he already knew that in this game, I was the one who would eventually fall.
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







