LOGINPOV: DamonDawn bled over the horizon like a slow wound reopening.From the balcony of the war tower, I watched the thin spiral of smoke rising from the reclaimed village of Raven Hollow. The air tasted like ash and cold iron. It was a mix that clung to my tongue as if it was demanding I acknowledged the truth staring back at me.They took the pack back; Not my father’s warriors, not mine, not Drake’s, not Derek’s either.Rather, it was the Thorn Clan.Their banners which were made of thorned branches encircling a silver moon snapped sharply in the breeze as they reclaimed their ancestral homes. Wolves, both young and old were standing on the charred framework of what Alpha Russell had forced them to surrender months ago. Standing there, I could hear their cries echoing across the valley: “We’ve taken back what was stolen!”The news spread faster than wildfire and so by the time I turned away from the balcony and walked into the great hall, warriors were already gathered in cluste
Elise Pov The palace may be fortified, but underneath it lies ancient tunnels that were carved long before the first crown was forged.In no time, I found the small notch in the stone and pressed my fingertip into it. The wall shifted with a soft groan, revealing a narrow staircase spiraling downward.The air grows colder with each step as the scent of earth fills my lungs.The darkness felt alive, humming with an energy that prickled like static along my skin.When I got to the cavern floor, the sight stole the breath from my chest.Old runes glowed faintly along the stone walls, their silver lines pulsing as if recognizing me. The cavern was vast, its ceiling lost in shadow, stalactites dripping in slow and rhythmic patterns.It feels sacred and forbidden.My footsteps echoed as I moved deeper inside, navigating past boulders and cracked pillars carved with symbols I don’t recognize. In the far corner, partially buried under dust was a chest that was made of dark iron.My pulse
Elise Pov The moonlight never feels gentle in the palace gardens.With my head bowed, I walked slowly along the winding path, my fingertips grazing the hedge as though the cool leaves could anchor me in a place where everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers.The night air was humming, not just with crickets or the rustle of the roses, this hum was different. It was filled with vibrating and electric tension.The pack’s unrest pressed on my skin like static, prickling along my arms and spine. I tried to inhale deeply, but even the night felt too heavy. After a while, I paused beside the reflecting pool, and in the glassy surface I saw my own reflection. My head was throbbing as the remnants of a fragmented mind-link rippled through me.Damon’s voice though it was distant crackled like lightning. “She’s the spark that ignited the fire.”I froze. The words were faint, but they sliced through cleanly. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to steady the shaking in m
Alpha King PovDamon steps forward first, his voice was low and quiet enough that only a wolf could catch the crack in it. “We’re already broken, Father.”The admission hits harder than any blow.Drake snarls. “You would rather watch us tear each other apart than teach us how to unite?”“I have tried,” I growled. “And failed, clearly.”Derek finally lifts his head, not to speak just to glance at me.And in his eyes, I saw the secret the three of them have been guarding. It was a pact that was tied to the girl at the center of all this chaos.Elise.Her name alone was enough to twist something deep inside my chest but I masked it quickly. Damon turns away, pacing with restless energy. Drake mutters curses under his breath while Derek stands perfectly still.It is chaos disguised as silence.Did I do this?Did I sow the discord that now threatens to break the triple crown?My mind drifts to the memory of the day Elise stepped into this palace. The air itself had shifted, a current of p
Alpha King Russell PovThe throne room feels colder tonight.Perhaps it is the stone which was veined with silver runes that pulse whenever the power of the crown stirs. Or perhaps it is me. The longer I sit on this throne, the more I feel the chill of its expectations seeping into my bones.Rubbing my temple, I leaned back against the carved obsidian spine of the throne and fixed my gaze on the shimmering vision forming in the air above my palm. It was a live mind link feed of my sons. Damon was standing at the threshold of the fire circle with his shoulders squared, but hesitation rippled across his aura like cracks in a frozen lake. Drake was a storm. His jaw was clenched and his posture was aggressive, ready to challenge anything that breathes. Derek was neither calm or agitated, he was silent, blank faced and his eyes were distant. It was a triad of discord. Three wolves that were bred for unity were now splintered like fractured glass.My throat tightened at the sight as
Damon’s POVThe cliff-edge always looked different at dusk. It was like the world was breathing slower or it was simply waiting for something to go wrong.With my hands hanging loosely by my side, I stood there, staring down at the stretch of forest that framed the pack’s training grounds. The wind carried the faint howl of a lone wolf, but the sound felt off. It was hollow making it seem like it wasn’t meant for me at all.Dragging in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and then tried to reach out through the mind-link again. Derek? I got nothing.There was no warmth, no presence either. Just the brittle scrape of static, like someone dragging claws across glass. Every attempt to link with my brothers or the pack felt the same. It was distorted, fragmented and felt wrong all at the same time. My commands felt like a cracked mirror before they reached anyone.The ache in my chest pulsed again, it was colder this time. The thinning bond was more than a discomfort; it was a warning.“Al







