The sting of silence was worse than the whip of any blade.Dozens of eyes pinned me in place, some gleaming with pity, others sharp with contempt. The council chamber smelled of burning resin and sweat, a suffocating mix that made the air heavy in my lungs.Riven stood before the assembly like carved stone, his voice a blade cutting through the murmurs.“Aria Shadowfang,” he declared, my family name ringing louder than my heartbeat. “From this day forward, you are stripped of your title. No longer heir. No longer of standing in this pack.”The words slammed into me, harder than claws. My knees threatened to give, but I forced them straight. Pride was the only shield I had left.A ripple tore through the crowd. Whispers spread like wildfire.She’s nothing now.Disgrace to the Shadowfang name.Why does he keep her here at all?I didn’t dare look at them, but I felt every sneer, every narrowed eye searing my skin.And then there was Damien.He leaned lazily against one of the stone pilla
The ruins breathed with silence. Dust swirled in the moonlight slanting through cracked stone walls, and the journal trembled in my hands. My father’s handwriting—firm, deliberate—spoke of fire, of blood, of a prophecy that reeked of doom.I should have felt relief at finding a piece of him, but all I felt was cold dread.“You shouldn’t be here, Aria.”The voice curled around me like velvet dipped in poison. My grip on the journal faltered as I turned. Damien leaned against a broken pillar, his smile sharp, his golden hair catching the pale light. His eyes—wolf-bright, calculating—were fixed on the book in my hands.“I should’ve known you’d sniff around the past,” he drawled, pushing off the pillar and circling me slowly, like a predator who had all the time in the world. “Tell me… did you find the part about the curse? About how it all leads back to you?”My heart hammered. He knew. Or at least, he wanted me to believe he knew.“This doesn’t concern you,” I said, forcing steel into m
The Shadowfang ruins stretched before me like the skeleton of some great, fallen beast. Moonlight sliced through jagged stones, glinting on cracked arches and moss-choked walls. I shivered—not from the chill, though the night air bit at my skin—but from the oppressive silence. Every echo of my boots against the stone floors seemed louder than it should be, like the ruins themselves were holding their breath.I shouldn’t have come.And yet, some invisible thread tugged me forward, guiding me deeper into the hollowed remains. My father’s voice, long buried beneath grief and exile, seemed to whisper with the wind, pulling me toward the altar where his shadow still lingered. The air smelled of dust and old ash, and beneath that, a faint, metallic tang that reminded me of blood. Old blood. Forgotten blood.The hall’s floor, cracked and uneven, shifted under my feet. I paused, brushing my fingers over a jagged stone. Something was off. There—a loose slab.I dropped to my knees, prying at it
My hand still throbbed where Riven had crushed it before the entire pack. The Moonlight mark on my wrist pulsed like a brand, mocking me with its faint glow. The crowd’s gasps and whispers still echoed in my head, their eyes burning hotter than fire. I wanted to vanish, to sink into the earth, but instead I felt my knees buckle.Before I hit the floor, strong arms caught me.Damien.He cradled me against him with practiced ease, as though he had been waiting for this moment. His smile—a flash of pearly perfection—was for the pack’s benefit. To them, he looked like a gallant savior stepping in when the mighty Alpha cast me aside. But when his mouth brushed my ear, I caught the words no one else could hear.“Pathetic, wasn’t it?”The venom was wrapped in velvet, sweetened by the warm timbre of his voice. I stiffened, but he tightened his grip, pressing me closer until the crowd only saw a protective embrace.“You don’t need him, Aria,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from m
The arena was silent, the air thick with tension. Even the morning mist seemed to hold its breath, curling around the pack like a cloak of anticipation. My heart thundered in my chest, every beat a warning I refused to heed. I could feel the mate bond still pulsing through my veins, its silver fire lingering, aching to scream out again.Riven’s grip on my hand was iron, but the touch that had burned with connection yesterday now carried ice. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, held me in place. I wanted to pull away, but the bond made it impossible. Every nerve in my body was alive, torn between the desire to flee and the shame of being exposed.The council stared, wide-eyed, mouths tightening. The pack’s whispers were a low, churning tide, growing louder as they realized the truth that I already knew: everyone had seen it. The bond—our bond—was undeniable.Riven’s jaw tightened, and he leaned close, his voice low and sharp enough that only I could hear it.“I’ll never claim you,” he whis
The memory of Riven’s grip on my wrist still burned in my mind as I stepped onto the frost-slicked training ground. Morning mist clung to the earth like a warning, swirling around my boots as I approached the center. The pack’s whispers followed me, slicing through the chill. Every pair of eyes seemed to weigh me, to measure my worth—and my failure.Riven stood at the far end of the arena, unmoving, a pillar of control. His gaze found me instantly, piercing, icy, and merciless. My pulse jumped. The bond had throbbed in my skin the night before, and now it pulsed again, a steady drumbeat that refused to be ignored.“Shadowfang,” he called, his voice cutting through the mist like a knife. “Today, you prove your place here. Or you prove you should have stayed in exile.”Damien lounged behind the fence, arms crossed, smirk curling across his lips. His expression said he had already won before we’d begun. My stomach tightened, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me falter.