LOGINSTANDING GROUND
Nina’s POVRyan waited until the engines were gone.Only then did he come knocking on my door.Even though I thought he was going to leave with his entourage, I knew it was him before I opened it.Lina did too.I pulled the door open and found Ryan standing there with his helmet tucked under his arm, leather jacket half-zipped, expression carefully neutral. The moonlighQUESTIONS ONLY HE CAN ANSWERNina’s POVI didn’t go looking for Axel immediately.Not because I didn’t want answers but because I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear them.The corridor outside the council wing was quieter than usual. The failed assassination attempt on Elder Corvin had shaken everyone, even those who pretended otherwise. Guards were stationed at every major entry point now. Wolves who once walked freely now moved in pairs. Eyes followed everything.Because the threat wasn’t just outside anymore. It was inside.I slowed near the archway leading toward the western side of the estate. My ribs no longer ached the way they had days ago, but the memory of that alley, the crack of bone, the smell of rogue wolves, the helplessness still lingered in my muscles like phantom pain.Axel stood shirtless in the center of the clearing, his back to me, his broad shoulders flexing with every strike. Sweat glistened along his spine as he drove his fist into the heavy training bag again and
WHAT HE KNOWSNina’s POVWhen I walked out of the cell, I was struggling to make sense of everything swirling in my head, so without even giving it a thought, I kept walking, and I didn't stop walking until the cold air of the outside corridor hit my face.Even then, I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. If I stopped, I might start thinking too hard about what that damned prisoner said.Nate was like a parasite that refused to die, no matter how much you tried to get rid of him. Or maybe I just wasn't trying hard enough.My hands curled into fists at my sides as I pushed forward, ignoring the dull ache that still lingered in my ribs. It wasn’t pain that drove me now. It was anger. And beneath that anger, something worse.Fear. Not the kind that made me want to run. The kind that made me want answers.Behind me, Kaiden's footsteps followed steadily, controlled, too calm for how fast my heart was beating.“Nina,” he said carefully.I didn’t answer.I reached the end of the hallway and stopped
FRACTURES BENEATH THE SURFACENina’s POVSleep didn’t come easily after that.Ryan’s words lingered in my mind long after he left the balcony, long after the night swallowed his footsteps and the silence returned.“You end him for the right reasons.”I didn’t know what the right reasons were anymore. All I knew was that people were bleeding.The sky had barely begun to lighten when I gave up on sleep entirely. My body felt restless, too awake, too aware.My wolf stirred faintly beneath my skin, weak but present.I dressed quickly, pulling on training clothes out of habit more than intention. My ribs no longer hurt, thanks to the healer’s clearance, but I still moved carefully.Healing didn’t mean I was invincible.Not yet. Maybe not ever.I stepped into the hallway, expecting quiet. Instead, I found Kaiden.He stood near the far wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes lifting immediately when he saw me. “You’re up early,” he said.He looked like he’d been waiting.“For how long?” I asked.H
CLOSE CALLNina’s POVFor the first time in weeks, I slept without pain.Not the shallow, fragile kind of rest where every movement threatened to wake me, but real sleep. The kind that pulled me under completely and let my body forget what it had endured.And when I woke, it wasn’t fear that greeted me. It was peace.For a moment, I allowed myself to pretend the world wasn't crumbling beneath my feet, that my pack wasn't fractured by betrayal and suspicion.That everything was normal, but peace never lasted long.A sharp knock on my door shattered the quiet. My eyes opened instantly, and I was out of bed before the second knock came.“Come in,” I called.The door opened, revealing Tomas. His jaw was tight. His shoulders were rigid.Something was wrong.“What is it?” I asked immediately.He hesitated.“There’s been an incident.”Ice slid down my spine.“With who?”His silence was answer enough.“Tell me,” I demanded.“It was Elder Corvin.”The words hit like a blow.Corvin was one of t
PIECES OF NORMALNina’s POVThe healer’s quarters smelled like crushed sage.I stood near the center of the room, my fingers nervously twisting together as I waited for Maris to finish examining me.Her hands were warm but firm as she pressed gently along my ribcage.“Does that hurt?” she asked.“No,” I said honestly.She pressed a little harder.I braced myself, but nothing came. No lingering ache, no warning that my body was still broken.Just… pressure.Maris leaned back, her gray brows drawing together in concentration. She pressed again in a different spot.Still nothing.Her lips curved faintly.“Well,” she murmured, almost to herself.“What?” I asked, unable to stop the thread of anxiety tightening in my chest. “What is it?”She looked up at me then, her expression softening fully.“You’ve healed.”The words hit me like a physical force.I blinked. “Healed?”She nodded.“Completely,” she said. “Your ribs have fused properly. The fractures are stable. There’s no inflammation, no
UNDER THE MOON’S JUDGMENTNina’s POVThe pack was quieter than usual. Quiet in the way prey went quiet before a storm.I felt it everywhere. In the way wolves avoid lingering in open spaces. In the meantime, patrol guards moved with a tighter formation. In the way conversations died when I walked past, not out of disrespect, but anticipation.They were waiting for the ceremony.I stood in the center of the ceremonial clearing, staring up at the Moonstone pedestal. It rose from the earth like it had grown there, smooth and pale, its surface reflecting the early evening light. It had always been there. Long before me. Long before my father.“You’re thinking too loudly.” Axel’s voice came from behind me.I didn’t turn. “Is that possible?”“With you? Yes.”I exhaled slowly. “This ceremony feels different.”“It is.”That wasn’t comforting. I turned then, watching him step closer. He looked calm, but I knew him well enough now to see the tension beneath it.“They’re watching,” he said quiet







