ログインArtemis's POVThe dreams were evolving. I couldn't decide if that was a blessing or a curse.Lately, the abstraction had bled into a terrifying reality. They didn't feel like dreams anymore. They felt like memories, which was entirely impossible, because the places I saw hadn't existed for centuries.I woke with a sharp, ragged inhale, my pulse hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Moonlight streamed through my chamber windows, casting stark, cold shadows across the floor. Sweat dampened my skin despite the chill in the room.I tried to breathe through the panic, to convince myself that it was just a trick of an overactive imagination. But the details refused to fade. They remained crisp, precise, and hauntingly tangible. I could still perfectly picture the stone towers piercing a silver sky, the massive temples carved from moon-white marble, and the women in flowing robes whose eyes glowed with a fierce, crescent luminescence.And then, there was the voice. It was always th
Lucian's POVMy shadows had officially mutinied.There was simply no other explanation. For nearly twelve years, they had been my loyal extensions, listening to my silent commands, cloaking my movements, and keeping the rest of the world at a safe, intimidated distance. They were mine.Now? Now they apparently answered to Selena just as much.I leaned against the trunk of an ancient oak tree in the royal gardens, my gaze fixed entirely on the small ribbon of sentient darkness currently curled around her left wrist.The little traitor shifted, weaving between her fingers like a living silk bracelet, looking disgustingly content. I was starting to take it personally."You know, staring is considered rude," Selena said, her voice laced with amusement. She didn't even look up from the heavy, leather-bound book resting on her lap."Most people don't wear my shadows as accessories," I countered, crossing my arms.That finally earned me a full grin. She lifted her wrist, tilting it toward t
Selena's POVThere were many strange things about living in the Lycan Palace. The fact that I regularly ate breakfast with the most powerful family on the continent was strange. The fact that Artemis had once threatened to launch Cassian off a balcony because he called her "Moonbeam" was strange. The fact that Lucian could step out of shadows as if they were doorways was very strange.Unfortunately, I was beginning to suspect his shadows themselves might be even stranger. Because, once again, they were following me. I stopped walking. The corridor fell silent, and nothing moved, but I knew they were there, keeping their distance but watching me nonetheless. I narrowed my eyes. "Come out."Nothing happened. A passing servant looked at me oddly, so I smiled awkwardly until they hurried away. Talking to empty hallways probably looked concerning to them. I waited another moment, then pointed at a nearby suit of armor. "I can see you."A tiny patch of darkness immediately darted behind
Xavier's POVThe palace was quiet — far quieter than it had any right to be. I stood beside the tall windows of my study, overlooking the sprawling royal training grounds below. The afternoon sun bathed the palace grounds in a deceptively warm, golden hue. Elite warriors drilled in tight formations, servants moved rhythmically about their daily duties, and young heirs from allied packs occupied the courtyards. Everything appeared perfectly normal. Yet, my attention remained fixed entirely on a single figure: Selena. She was crossing the meticulously kept gardens below alongside Artemis. The two girls were locked in what looked like an animated argument.Even from this distance, I could see Selena laughing, completely unaware that she was currently the sole subject of my deepest concerns.Marcus stirred uneasily within me. My ancient Lycan beast had been restless for days, ever since the volatile incident in the training arena where Lucian's shadows had reacted to her presence. I wa
Alara's POVI found Xavier exactly where I expected him to be: in his study, working again. At this point, I was beginning to suspect the man had a secret ability to sense paperwork from several miles away. The moment a report existed, Xavier somehow appeared beside it like magic. The doors to his study stood partially open, letting soft light spill into the corridor. I paused briefly before entering, just watching him. He sat behind the massive desk that had once belonged to kings before him, surrounded by stacks of documents, maps, reports, and letters of kingdom business. Yet, despite everything spread across the desk, I noticed one thing immediately: he wasn't reading. The parchment in his hands remained untouched, his gaze distant and focused somewhere else entirely. He was worrying, doing the exact same thing I had been doing all evening.His Lycan sensed me first. Marcus stirred beneath the surface, warm and familiar, before Xavier finally looked up. The moment he saw me, so
Artemis's POVI hated being injured because everyone suddenly treated me differently. Mother became protective, Father became overprotective, and Lucian became unbearable.And apparently, Cassian had decided to become my personal caretaker.The last part was somehow the most annoying and the most dangerous, mostly because I wasn't entirely sure I disliked it. The realization alone made me want to throw something, preferably at him. Unfortunately, he was currently helping me, which complicated matters greatly.I sat cross-legged on the window seat in my chambers while the afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass. The worst of my injuries were already healing; Lycan blood ran strong through my veins, even if I wasn't a full Lycan. The bruises from the arena incident had faded significantly, and most of the cuts were shallow. It wasn't anything serious. Still, the healer had insisted I apply a medicinal salve to the scratches scattered across my arms and shoulders.It was a task I
Alara’s POVSleep never truly came that night.It hovered just out of reach, like a shore I could see but never step onto. Every time my eyes fluttered closed, my instincts dragged me back, sharp
Alara’s POVThe lingering ache from the bond eased slowly — far slower than I wished it would. It clung to me like a bruise beneath my ribs, pulsing with every breath, a faint echo of Xavier’s Lycan brushing against my consciousness before withdrawing into silence.The pain didn’t tear through me a
Alara’s POVRonan kept his promise — every word of it — and in doing so, he unknowingly began stitching order into the chaos I had been carrying inside.By the next morning, a routine waited for me. Not forced. Not demanded. Just… offered.I woke to find a neatly folded sche
Alara’s POVI blinked awake in the room Ronan had offered, swallowed whole by its quiet warmth. But the moment my hand drifted to my abdomen, resting on the gentle curve that held my unborn babies, the calm shattered.Twins.The word still felt unreal. Heavy. Terrifying. Beautiful.My breath trembl







