MasukAlaric’s POV
I listen carefully to everything they say. How could I have missed something this crucial—something I should have suspected from the beginning? The potion is exactly as Raymond described it. Dangerous. With severe side effects.
And maybe… this is what they used to ensnare me.
Damn it.
“So the conclusion about the potion is—”
Silence settles between us before I continue.
“The potion isn’t just medicine,” I finally say, breaking the heavy quiet that’s lingered since Vania’s name was spoken. “It’s been used in SilverFang since before Lyra became Luna. In small doses—it calms. With regular use—it binds.”
Orion leans back, his gaze sharp but controlled. “Binds how?”
“Decisions,” I answer flatly. “Emotional responses. Instincts. An Alpha exposed to it feels stable—even cert
Alaric’s POVI listen carefully to everything they say. How could I have missed something this crucial—something I should have suspected from the beginning? The potion is exactly as Raymond described it. Dangerous. With severe side effects.And maybe… this is what they used to ensnare me.Damn it.“So the conclusion about the potion is—”Silence settles between us before I continue.“The potion isn’t just medicine,” I finally say, breaking the heavy quiet that’s lingered since Vania’s name was spoken. “It’s been used in SilverFang since before Lyra became Luna. In small doses—it calms. With regular use—it binds.”Orion leans back, his gaze sharp but controlled. “Binds how?”“Decisions,” I answer flatly. “Emotional responses. Instincts. An Alpha exposed to it feels stable—even cert
Alaric’s POVI will arrive first.This place is neutral—neither SilverFang territory nor NightFang. An old retreat house on the outskirts of the city, far enough from the Elders’ eyes and quiet enough for a meeting like this. I chose it deliberately. If Orion requested a meeting outside formal council grounds, then this conversation isn’t about protocol. And if it involves Iris, I can’t afford to take it lightly.Could it be that he knows something?Russel stands behind me, one step farther back than usual.“The perimeter is clear,” he reports. “No suspicious movement. Vania’s people haven’t been detected.”“Not yet,” I correct him.Russel nods in understanding. “The latest report—the mass suicide wasn’t spontaneous. They prepared for it. And… it happened on NightFang territory. I suspect that’s also why they a
They laugh—but it isn’t mocking.“I hope Miss Cassandra becomes our Luna. You hope so too, don’t you?”I hear a long exhale. “That’s why we’re happy Miss Cassandra is here.”“And Iris,” the voice adds. “That child… reminds the Alpha of something he once had. Without him even realizing it.”“That’s why don’t ruin this,” the first whispers. “Don’t let the past crash into him again.”Their footsteps fade. The voices disappear—but the words remain, heavy, suspended, suffocating.I stand frozen for several seconds.Losing his wife and child.Right… Ben had mentioned it once, in passing. A tragic story never explained in detail. Now, the fragments feel more real. More painful.No wonder Orion is the way he is. No wonder he keeps his distance. No wonder he chooses to be present without clinging.And no wonder… everyone in this mansion looks at Iris and me as if we’re a small light they’re afraid to see go out.
Cass’s POVMornings in NightFang always arrive more quietly than I expect.Sunlight pours through the tall kitchen windows, glinting off the marble counters and neatly arranged utensils. I stand there with my sleeves rolled up, preparing breakfast the same way I have for the past few days. My movements are automatic—slicing bread, warming soup, arranging fruit and herbal tea.It isn’t my job. It has never been my obligation. Yet somehow, the habit formed on its own.“Good morning, Miss Cassandra,” one of the servants greets me with a wide smile.“Good morning,” I reply.I can feel their gazes—not judgmental, but warm. The servants in this mansion never say anything outright, but the way they smile, the way they help without being asked, it’s as if they see my presence here as something… permanent.“The Alpha will like this,” one of them whispers,
Cass’s POVIris looks so happy.She paces back and forth in the sitting room, her smile never fading since the call ended. Her fingers keep busy straightening the small ribbon in her hair, then she tugs lightly at the sleeve of my dress, as if making sure I’m still right here.“Dad said I’ll be able to meet Mommy Lyra later,” she says again—for the third time.I nod slowly. “Yes. But later, okay? When you’re truly fit again. And when Lyra’s condition has improved too.”“I know,” she answers quickly. “I’ll take my medicine on time. And I won’t skip meals.” Her eyes sparkle. “So I can recover faster.”I smile—a smile I force myself to hold.In my chest, something sinks quietly. The way Iris says Lyra’s name so lightly. So full of longing. As if that woman is the center of warmth she wants to return to,
Alaric’s POVThe silence on the other end of the line doesn’t break right away.I can picture Cassandra standing where she is—upright, composed, weighing my words not with emotion, but with the logic she has always relied on. That, somehow, makes the situation feel even more tense.“Not safe,” she repeats at last. “Explain.”“Lyra is unstable,” I answer shortly. “And there are people trying to use Iris.”“Who?”I don’t reply immediately. “What you need to know is this—I won’t allow Iris to be within their reach.”Her tone hardens but remains controlled. “You’re talking about Lyra’s parents.”“And the people around them,” I add.“I need a more concrete reason than that, Alaric,” she says. “Iris is not a pawn.”“Exactly,” I reply. “Which is why she can’t be on the wrong board.”I hear her draw in a breath. “Does Iris know about this decision?”“Not yet.”“I’ll tell her,” Cassand







