Mag-log inThe forest swallows me whole.Branches claw at my arms as I run, breath burning in my throat, heart hammering against the cage of my ribs. The night presses close—cold, damp, alive with whispers. Every sound feels amplified: the snap of twigs beneath my boots, the rustle of leaves, the distant howl that doesn’t belong to Riven or Damien.I shouldn’t have run.But staying would’ve destroyed me.“Aria!” someone shouts behind me—one of Damien’s guards, maybe two. Their voices echo through the trees like ghosts chasing my shadow. “You can’t run forever!”They’re wrong. I can try.The council’s words still ring in my head, venom disguised as order: Banish her or forfeit your title, Alpha. And Riven’s face—gods, that broken look in his eyes when he refused to choose. He would’ve burned the world for me, and that terrified me more than anything.Now I’m out here, running from the fallout, from the mate bond, from myself.The forest path narrows, the moonlight slivering through the canopy in
The chamber feels smaller than a coffin as the council’s decree slams into the air like a guillotine blade.“Alpha Riven,” Elder Kael announces, voice booming through the domed hall, “you have one hour to decide. Banish the girl… or forfeit your right to lead Shadowfang.”The pack murmurs like restless wolves, hunger for chaos thick in the room.My breath catches.Banish me.Or lose everything.Riven doesn’t flinch. He stands tall, shoulders broad, jaw locked. A king resisting execution.“No.” One word. Unshaken. “You don’t get to decide her fate. I do.”Damien steps forward, a slow smirk carving his lips. “Then decide, brother. Because this pack will never bow to a witch.”A low growl rumbles from Riven’s chest.I feel the weight of a hundred stares. Fear. Disgust. Curiosity. I taste every emotion like blood on my tongue. My wrist burns beneath my sleeve—the witch’s mark pulsing like a second heartbeat.Damien’s gaze slides to me, cold as steel. “She is a threat to us all.”“You’re t
The world tilts as Riven’s bloodied body slams into the earth.“No!” The scream tears free from my throat before I realize my legs are moving—running—toward him. My heart isn’t beating anymore; it’s clawing, battering against my ribs, begging him to breathe, to move, to look at me.Damien stands over Riven, panting, a victorious sneer carved into his lips. “Just like old times—you lose, brother.”Brother.The word is poison. A blade to the gut. A truth wrapped in venom.Riven pushes up on his elbow, spit and blood staining the dirt. “This isn’t over.”Councilor Merek rises from his crescent-shaped throne, his voice booming. “The duel is concluded. Damien remains the rightful heir.”Gasps and murmurs ripple through the crowd. My stomach drops. This was Riven’s chance—his chance to reclaim everything stolen from him.But Damien isn’t done.He points directly at me, finger trembling with hatred. “Before we proceed with celebrations, we must deal with the witch.”The word hits like a slap
The council chamber was silent except for the echo of my heartbeat. Cold stone walls rose high above us, carved with ancient runes that seemed to pulse faintly in the torchlight. The scent of iron and rain clung to the air—tonight, the sacred arena awaited blood.Riven stood at the center, stripped of his armor, his bare chest rising and falling with quiet fury. Across from him, Damien wore a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. They were brothers by blood, rivals by destiny—and I was the cursed thread tying them together.“By decree of the council,” Elder Korran’s gravelly voice boomed, “the Alpha trial shall commence at dawn. The challenger, Damien of Shadowfang, seeks the right to leadership. The Alpha, Riven of Shadowfang, defends his claim. Neither party may receive aid.”My breath caught when the elder’s gaze found me.“And you, Aria of the bonded mark, are forbidden to interfere.”The words stung like a brand. Forbidden. Again.Riven’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t look at me. He was
The council chamber thrummed with a tension so thick it clawed at my skin. Torches flickered against the obsidian walls, shadows twisting like restless beasts. The scent of iron and old blood hung in the air—an omen of what was to come.Riven stood at one end of the room, his eyes locked on Damien’s with a predator’s stillness. His aura rolled off him in waves—domineering, electric, dangerous. Damien, on the other hand, wore his arrogance like armor. His smirk was razor-sharp, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something far darker than rivalry.The High Elder’s voice cut through the silence. “The challenge has been made. The leadership of Shadowfang shall be decided through the Rite of Blood. But first…” his gaze slid to me, cold and assessing, “…we must hear from the bond-bearer.”Every gaze turned to me. My throat went dry.“Bond-bearer,” the Elder continued, “you have ties to both Alpha Riven and his brother. The council must know—where do your loyalties lie?”The words pierced li
The council chamber crackled with tension. Even the torches lining the stone walls seemed to burn lower, their light struggling against the storm brewing within. Riven stood before the elders, jaw clenched, his aura thick with dominance. I could feel it ripple through the air—sharp, electric, suffocating.Damien stood opposite him, wearing that calm, taunting smile that always made my blood run cold. His eyes glinted with something crueler than amusement. “It seems the mighty Alpha’s control is slipping,” he said, voice dripping venom. “Perhaps the pack needs a leader who doesn’t lose his temper every time she looks at him.”Every word struck like a blade aimed at Riven’s pride—and my heart.“Watch your mouth, Damien,” Riven growled, his voice low, edged with the growl of the beast beneath his skin. “You’re walking a line even you won’t survive crossing.”Damien chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “And yet, you keep letting me walk it. Tell me, brother, is it because you’re afraid? Or b







