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Alara’s POVDarkness swallowed the grand council hall whole. It was a complete, suffocating eclipse.Gasps rippled around me of Alphas, dignitaries, and warriors, shuffling, reaching, bristling. My pulse thundered in my ears as the last whisper slithered away like smoke dissolving in the night.‘I wonder how long before you break.’My crescent mark blazed under my glove, burning so sharply I pressed my wrist against my chest to contain it. It pulsed once, twice, then steadied into a feverish thrum that made the air hum around me.“Alara!”Xavier’s voice cut through the chaos, deep and raw, threaded with a very specific sound; fear.I barely had time to turn before golden fire exploded across the hall like a sunrise crashing through stone.His Lycan pushed forward, his aura slamming into the room with enough force to silence every Alpha mid-growl. Light sculpted itself around his silhouette, shadows scrambling away from him like living things.The torches re-ignited on their own, one a
Alara’s POVThe palace woke before the sun. Today was different. Despite the ongoing threats from corrupted rogues, it was decided that no palace events would be postponed to portray the image of stability of the crown.Footsteps echoed through marbled corridors, fabrics swished, voices rose and fell in urgent waves. Servants rushed past my door carrying scrolls, polish, trays heavy with silverware that sparkled like stars fallen from the sky. The diplomatic week had begun under tighter security and with it came expectations I wasn’t ready for.Acting Luna.The words alone pressed against my ribs like a too-tight corset.My magic still burned under my skin, my bond with Xavier was frayed to threads, and my nightmares had become so vicious that I jolted awake more than I slept. Being paraded before visiting Alphas and their councils felt like a cruel joke.Yet that was exactly what I was expected to do.I sat at the vanity as a handmaiden pinned my hair into place, the mirror reflectin
Xavier’s POVThe storm clouds rolled low over the palace as I descended the grand steps toward the council courtyard. A familiar scent — dark pine, steel, and wolf — cut through the wind long before his silhouette appeared.Ronan. Alpha of the Midnight Pack. Former battle brother. Once the closest thing I had to a brother besides my own blood.We hadn’t spoken in months. Not since the border wars, not since everything began shifting, twisting into something darker that neither of us could fully name.But today he was here. And I already knew it wasn’t for pleasantries.Ronan stood tall in the courtyard, his cloak whipping behind him. The moment our eyes locked, something tight in my chest loosened, but just as quickly twisted again because the look in his eyes wasn’t the one I remembered.It wasn’t camaraderie. It wasn’t relief. And it was a grim warning.“Xavier.” He clasped my forearm, his grip firm, but the tension in his jaw robbed the gesture of comfort.“Ronan.” I steadied mysel
Alara’s POVThe morning after my argument with Xavier passed in a suffocating haze of silence.The palace was quieter than usual. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath after the assassin’s intrusion. Guards rotated past my door at regular intervals, their footsteps echoing down the corridor like distant drums. Even without looking, I could feel the change in their posture whenever they neared my room.Wary. Alert. On edge because of me.Or maybe because of what hunted me.Astrid was restless. She paced inside my mind like a caged ember that refused to dim. Xavier’s absence gnawed at her, but she kept her comments to herself after last night. The bond between us hummed faintly, tender and bruised, like we had both been holding knives by the blade.But today, I refused to sit and drown in the aftermath.I needed answers. I needed control. I needed to do something.Even if Xavier didn’t want me wandering around, there was one person who would help me anyway.Just after dawn
Alara’s POVThe palace felt smaller the next morning.Narrower halls, tighter rooms, shadows that seemed to press in on all sides. It wasn’t the walls that trapped me, Xavier had sealed every corridor leading out of my quarters, posted more guards at my door, and stationed two more inside my sitting room.All of it because of what happened last night. Because of the intruder. Because the rogue had whispered that I belonged to something ancient. And because Xavier was terrified.I should have felt safe.Instead, I felt watched. Contained. Controlled.I paced in front of the balcony doors, the crescent mark beneath my wrist tingling with a faint pulse. The silver shimmer had grown more visibl
Xavier’s POVThe scent hit me first — wrong, oily, metallic, and slithering through the corridors like a smear of rot. It didn’t belong anywhere in my wing, not in the guarded heart of the palace, not within twenty steps of where Alara slept.My Lycan surged to the surface before my mind could fully catch up. ‘Intruder. Close.’I moved swiftly, silently, the marble beneath my boots absorbing each step like the palace itself understood the danger creeping through its spine. I followed the stench down the private hallway leading to my chambers — a place where no warrior dared to step without permission.A low growl rumbled in my chest as the shadow ahead shifted.The rogue stepped into view.Except… this was not like any rogue I had encountered in the field or near the borders. His eyes were black — not just dark — but void-like. Empty. As if something had scooped out the soul inside him.He turned his head unnaturally slow, like a puppet being dragged by strings.My claws burst through







