LOGINSeems like Alara has decided to give Xavier another chance... At least she's not pushing him away
Rylan’s POVSecrets weren’t kept in the walls. They were kept in what those walls refused to show.The royal archives sat beneath the eastern wing — buried deep enough to be forgotten, guarded enough to be trusted, which made them vulnerable.I moved through the lower corridor without hesitation, my steps silent against the stone. My attention was fixed ahead. The guards stationed outside the archive doors straightened the moment I approached.They didn’t question me. They didn’t stop me.Rank had its advantages. But access… access was something else entirely.The doors opened with a low, grinding shift, revealing the chamber beyond — dim, still, sealed.The air inside was colder than the rest of the palace. Records lined the walls in structured order — centuries of lineage, treaties, rulings, history — and omissions. That’s what I was here for.I stepped inside. The doors shut behind me, leaving me alone. Exactly how it needed to be.The upper records were useless. They were mainly r
Xavier's POVThe chamber felt smaller after that. The air felt tighter. Like the truth we had uncovered didn’t just sit between us. It pressed in.Rylan had stepped back from the table, but his eyes hadn’t left the mark. Ronan remained near the wall, his posture shifted, no longer idle, no longer patient. Me? I didn’t move. Didn’t look at either of them. I already knew what they were expecting, and I wasn’t sure how much of it I wanted to say out loud.Marcus stirred again. Stronger this time. Awake.‘You remember.’His voice heavy with the weight of it all, seemingly closer to the surface than it had been recently.“I remember fragments,” I said quietly.Ronan’s voice came sharp. “Then start with those.”I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face before turning away from the table. The mark. The body. The evidence. All of it pointed in one direction — one I had spent years not thinking about. One I had been taught not to question. “My father,” I began, my voice even, controlle
Rylan's POVDeath didn’t end a pattern. It revealed it.Kael’s body lay where we had placed it — on the cold stone table in the lower chamber, far from the main corridors, far from prying eyes. The room was sealed. It was a tomb of clinical precision. Exactly how I needed it.I stood at the edge of the table, sleeves rolled, my attention a fixed point. Ronan leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching with that heavy stillness that usually preceded violence.Xavier stood closer. I could feel it in the air radiating off him — the way Marcus hovered just beneath the surface, unsettled and reactive.“You’re looking for something specific,” Ronan said. It wasn't a question.I didn’t look up. “I already found it.”That pulled both their attention.Xavier stepped forward, his eyes tracking the lines of the body. “Where?”I gestured toward Kael’s chest, the skin pale and waxen under the lamplight. “Under the surface.”Ronan frowned, his patience thinning. “That’s not helpful.”“No,”
Xavier's POVI moved through the corridor, my pace a steady, rhythmic thrum against the floorboards. I reached the doors to my chambers and pushed them open. No knock. No warning.She was already inside.Alara stood near the far window. She was still, a statue of marble and tension, but she wasn’t unaware. She felt me the moment I crossed the threshold, the air between us humming with a familiar energy.The door shut behind me with a quiet, final thud.For a moment, neither of us spoke. I watched the way her hand rested on the sill, fingers curled just enough to betray the storm inside her. She didn’t turn right away. “You sent them away,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade.Her response came after a deliberate pause. “They needed rest, Xavier.”My jaw tightened, the muscle jumping in my cheek. My Lycan was pacing again, his claws scraping against the back of my mind. “They’re under the Seer’s wards.”“No one goes in,” she said quietly, finally turning her hea
Xavier’s POVNo one spoke on the way back to the palace. The clearing had changed us. Not just our strategy, not just the outcome of the night, but something fundamental in the air between us.I walked ahead of the others, my pace controlled and measured. It was a mask for the violence coiling in my gut. Marcus wasn’t calm. He was circling the edges of my consciousness, pacing with a restless, feral energy that I could barely keep beneath the surface.“I know,” I muttered under my breath.The words were for him, too low for the others to catch, but enough to acknowledge the truth. Ignoring the beast wasn’t an option anymore. Not after tonight. Not after it had reached for her.My jaw tightened instinctively. I didn’t turn around, but I knew exactly where Alara was. The palace gates came into view, the stone looming large against the night sky. The guards straightened as we approached, their faces set in the same masks of duty we’d seen a thousand times.The moment we crossed the thre
Alara's POVThe moment Kael’s lifeless body hit the ground, something changed. It wasn’t a shift in the wind or the settling of the dust. It happened through me. It wasn't a sound I could hear or a movement I could track with my eyes. It was a visceral, immediate pull, like a cord had been yanked taut in the dark, and for the first time, something on the other end was pulling back.My breath hitched in awareness. Behind me, I felt the air sharpen. Ronan moved first; I didn’t need to look to feel the predatory tension radiating off him. Rylan stayed still, a quiet shadow, but he was there. And Xavier… I knew exactly where he was — close and ready. A storm held in check.But all of them began to fade into the background.Something else was stepping forward. It didn't emerge from the trees or crawl out of the dark. It seemed to manifest from everywhere at once. The shadows at the edge of my vision didn't move with the light; they deepened. They thickened, pulling inward, coiling toward
Alara’s POVSeven days.Seven days since the night the palace had erupted into chaos.Seven days since the beds of my children had been found empty.Seven days since the hunt had begun.And still… there was no sign of them.The war room smelled like exhaustion.Maps covered the long oak table in ov
Xavier’s POVThe ride back to the palace felt longer than the journey out. No one spoke. Not Rylan. Not Ronan. Not the warriors who had followed me into the ruins with the same burning hope that we would return with the twins.Hope had a strange way of dying quietly. No dramatic moments. No loud re
Xavier’s POVPeace was louder than war. That had been the strangest discovery of the past year.War had been chaos — noise, blood, decisions made in seconds. It filled every waking moment with purpose. There had always been something to fight, something to fix, something to survive.Peace, however,
Xavier’s POVThe next wave of council warriors did not wait for dawn. It came before it.The second assault began in darkness so complete it felt deliberate, as if even the sky refused to be a witness.Scouts had barely returned from their rotation when the northern wards detonated in a cascade of







