MasukRey walked out of the room and paused at the doorway to access her surrounding. The long hallway was dimly lit by yellow bulbs randomly placed high on the walls, that she could make out the stone walls that had grime stuck to it. She looked left and right, weighing her options on which path to follow before swiftly jogging down her left in hopes it was the way to the exit.
She walked swiftly, looking over her shoulders in paranoia when she heard even the tiniest sound of mice scuttling across the stone floors. From the stale air, she could deduced that she was underground which meant she had to find her way up and out of whatever that place was.
There were closed doors on either side of the walls and what creeped her out the most was how eerily quiet it was. She exhaled slowly, letting the fear dissipate through her pores. She approached a rusted red door which had multiple locks and she sighed in relief, quickly pulling out the keys from her pocket and trying everyone of them until the lock clicked open.
She cautiously pushed the door open, peeping through first to find a winding staircase going up. She stepped through, taking the steps as quickly and as quietly as she could.
She came up to a corridor and winced as the bright light from the open windows momentarily blinded her. She pulled her hand away from her eyes slowly blinking rapidly before her eyes adjusted to the light. She scanned the hallway which equally had stone walls like the one underground, but it was much cleaner and the air wasn't stale and musty.
She ducked behind the wall when she heard chatter and footsteps. She held her breath when the voices neared, her back glued to the wall behind her. Two girls clad in a brown dress walked past, both holding baskets heaped with laundry. She deduced from their thin malnourished physic and the ugly brown dress that they were human slaves.
If she was ever going to make it out of there alive and find Beau she had to come up with a plan and fast. She debated going back to retrieve the ugly brown dress she'd found in the wardrobe, that should help her blend in seamlessly with the human slaves. Another problem was how she was going to get out there. She shook off the thought of uncertainty and concluded she was going to find a way when she was out of the main building first.
She rushed back down the winding staircase to retrieve the dress, running down the silent hallway to the open door. She crossed over the dead She-wolf, snatching the dress out of the wardrobe in record time, she changed into it.
Frowning at the flimsy material that left her exposed, she sighed and shrugged off her thoughts. Her eyes zeroed in on the piece of glass sitting in a pool of blood beside the dead She-wolf and rushed forward, fetching it and wiping off the blood with the She-wolf's shirt.
She tore a piece of cloth from her shirt and used it to secured the shard of glass around her upper thigh, pulling the dress down to cover it up before pulling her hair up into a quick messy bun.
She rushed out, her steps hurried because she had a feeling someone might have noticed the She-wolf's absence and might come looking for her.
Rey walked out into the corridor, her back pin straight as she tried to act natural and blend in with the other human slaves. As she walked down the corridor, passing by other slaves, no one paid her any attention, too focused on their tasks to notice her. She found a huge wooden door, with arched frames that almost reached the high arched ceilings, hesitantly she pushed the door open blinking as the intensity of the sun seared into her eyes.
She stepped out onto the thinly snow covered grass, looking around the quiet garden. There were rows and rows of white sheets hung on lines to air dry and beyond that was a thick dense of trees which was her ticket out of there.
She darted towards the clothing lines, hiding behind some sheets to scope out the area first, so as to be sure she wasn't being watched or could be spotted. As she looked around, her mouth fell open in awe as she beheld the castle like structure she'd just stepped out from.
It had old grey stone walls with gargoyle statues perched proudly on the columns of the stone walls, and two towers with sharp peaks cutting through the clouds. She snapped her gaze away from the hypnotizing structure and focused on the task at hand.
The only sound Rey could make out for miles was the sound of birds chirping in the trees overhead, which strangely seemed serene, but she wasn't fooled, she knew what horror awaited her if she were ever caught.
When she was sure the coast was clear, she darted towards the tree line, not slowing down until she was fully camouflaged by the dense foliage. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, dodging trees and jutting roots.She heard a thunderous growl that shook her to her core, somehow in the recesses of her mind she knew whose it was. She felt her heart leap into her throat as she picked up her pace, dashing through the trees as the sound of thundering paws against the forest floors spurred her on.
It was a fight for survival and she would do anything to come out alive. She felt his suffocating presence before she heard his growl but she didn't stop running. She had to get out, not for herself. For Beau.
Razor sharp claws tore into the side her thigh from behind and she screamed, the suddenness of it catching her off guard as she fell face first into the snow covered dirt with a loud thud. She groaned and tried dragging herself up by her elbows, but screamed when she felt the pain on her thighs as she moved. Her bone peeked out through the mangled flesh and still she forced herself not to cry. Not now, not until she was sure Beau was safe.She bit down hard on her tongue and managed to crawl towards a tree, propping her back against her bark of the tree took a lot of effort and by the time she was done, she was breathing hard as sweat coated every inch of her skin despite the cold. Her eyes darted around the now quiet forest, fear gnawing at her insides as she awaited her death.
She slowly looked down at her wounds and grimaced at the sight of the claw marks dug deeply into the flesh of her right thigh that her bones were almost visible. Her face snapped up when she heard the crunch of snow, she quickly snatched the shard of mirror she'd tied around her left thigh, brandishing as she waited for him to show himself.
A low chuckle sounded from her right and she gasped, holding her weapon in that direction.
"You naive little thing," he chuckled deeply and her eyes snapped in the same direction to see the same man that had bitten her standing there shirtless with jean shorts hanging low on his waist, a malicious grin on his lips.
She felt her heart beat accelerate as he started taking steps closer and she pushed back, wishing she could disappear into the tree.
"Stay back!," she yelled, pointing the shard off glass up at him. He merely smirked down at her weak attempt to sound intimidating and advanced closer, stopping just before her feet.
He cocked his head to the side staring at the bleeding wound with unreadable eyes, he crouched down before her but before she could attack him, he caught hold of her wrist and snapped it like a twig. Rey let out a bloodcurdling scream as she stared at him in horror, cradling her broken wrist to her chest as she tried to shuffle away from him but failed.
"You murdered a Lycan," he murmured, his cold grey eyes sharp as nails as they assessed her trembling form. She was breathing hard through her nose as pain exploded in her brain but her heated gaze still held defiance as she glared back at him.
Orion chuckled as he registered the fire he so loved in her eyes. He imagined he would have fun breaking that fiery spirit.
"You should die as punishment for your deed," he sneered.
"Then go ahead, kill me!," she screamed in his face, her breathing labored as pain tore through her from her open wounds and broken wrist. She was sweating buckets, her curls sticking to her neck and forehead.
He chuckled in response to her dare, rising to his full towering height as he glowered down at her.
"I have a better idea,"
"Why don't I kill poor little Beau in your place?," he grinned maliciously as he watched her face turn ashen.
"N-no!,"
"Where is he?! what have you done with him, you monster!," she screamed at him as angry tears gathered in her eyes. But he smirked, the stormy depths of his gaze promising contempt as he looked down at her condescendingly, as though she were just a speck of dust underneath his shoes.
"You should worry about yourself," he spoke in his usual gravelly tone, his gaze flitting to the guards that were behind the trees.
"Take her," he growled and two of them appeared before Rey while he turned and began walking away. They clutched both her upper arms and she began to thrash in their hold screaming out her lungs.
One of the guards growled in annoyance, delivering a punch that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She slumped, against their hold, weak and unable to fight back as they carried her back to the hell she sought to escape.
Both of them stumbled across the concrete floors toward the side hallway that led to Rey's temporary living quarters.Their boots clanged rhythmically as they half-ran past confused residents with their fingers interlaced so tightly her knuckles ached.She couldn't tell if the racing of her heart came from the excitement humming through her or from the way Orion's thumb kept tracing hers, promising obscene things once they were alone.Door after identical door blurred past until Rey slammed her palm on the access pad of her quarters. The panel slid aside with agonising sluggishness before she shoved him inside and thumbed the lock, sealing them in the hush of her small room.The instant the latch clicked into place, his mouth crashed back onto hers, rougher now. Her spine hit the cool concrete of the wall just beside the door, and breath was punched out of her.Orion's hands raked down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before hooking under her thighs and lifting it. She wrappe
The office smelt faintly of ink and wood burning low in the hearth.Files and ledgers were stacked in uneven towers beside Orion's desk—treaties awaiting seals, clan reform petitions marked and re-marked, supply routes. It was evidence of days without rest and of a realm still stitching itself together.Orion sat amid it all, his dark cloak draped over the back of his chair, but his fingers were no longer turning pages. Instead, he leaned back, his stormy gaze lifted to the vaulted ceiling as though the stone itself might offer reprieve.This was necessary work. He knew that, but necessity did little to quiet the ache beneath his ribs.Across the room, Vega occupied the smaller desk by the bookshelf, shoulders squared and his eyes squinted down in concentration as his pen moved steadily over the parchment.The new General hadn't complained once, not about the hours and definitely not about the burden Orion had placed upon him. The Lycan was a general in truth, not just in title.Orion
The days that followed blurred together.Rey threw herself into the work of helping human families leave the North, organising supplies, walking frightened children through the streets of the clans and standing beside elders as they crossed borders they never thought they'd survive to see. Most chose the long road west, toward the ruins and the promise of rebuilding. Only a handful remained behind, stubborn or weary or simply unwilling to uproot again.She didn't judge them because freedom meant choice, even when the choice was to stay.It was in the castle corridors—quite now in a way that felt earned—that she ran into Indie again.Indie froze when she saw her, her eyes going wide, and in the next second, she rushed forward, arms wrapping around Rey in a tight, desperate hug."Oh my God, Rey!""We thought you were dead," Indie blurted out, her voice shaking. "When Iver punished you and when you escaped, everyone in the castle was talking about it. We were all praying that they never
That evening, Rey walked towards her brother's room in the cabin; her steps were slow as she fisted the hem of her shirt. She chewed harder on her bottom lip the closer she got to the door, but even that did nothing to quell the nervousness that threatened to eat her alive.She hadn't seen her brother since the day she'd pulled him off their father's dead body, right before Orion died in her arms.She'd been so drowned in the grief of losing him that she hadn't thought of Beau, not even once.She remembered the lack of emotion in his eyes, almost like something had died in him. She should have been with him; she should have never left his side.Was she a bad sister?The answer to that question terrified her more than she'd like to admit.She came to a stop in front of the wooden door that separated her from her brother, and with trembling hands, she knocked before pushing the door open.She found him sitting in the window nook, staring out into the dense forest. It didn't seem like he
News of Alpha Orion's victory had spread throughout the North, but no one but the Lycans gathered in Clan Seven knew of his death, and Orion wanted to keep it that way.He walked into the room where Aleksandr, Caspian, Vega, a couple of warriors and the remaining five members of his council were waiting.He'd been with Rey for hours, unwilling to leave her side after they completed the mate bond, but he had to put things in order; he had to thank the very people who helped him win this war.He leaned on the cane the healer had provided to help him move around, but somehow, the pain had receded significantly since he'd been with Reylin.They rose as soon as he approached, and he frowned, his fingers tightening around the handle of his cane."Please, sit," he urged them, pulling out a vacant chair and taking a seat himself. The chieftains obeyed, their eyes fixed on him as if afraid he might disappear if they so much as blinked."I am alive," Orion said, his voice steady, carrying to ev
Rey woke to stillness.Not the brittle, watchful quiet she had learnt to sleep through over the years, but something softer and warmer. The slow rise and fall of a chest beneath her palm and the steady rhythm of breathing that did not expect danger at dawn.Orion was fast asleep beside her, and the realization of it alone felt unreal.He lay on his back, one arm flung above his head, dark hair loosened from its usual restraint. In sleep, the lines of command and fury eased from his face, leaving behind the man beneath the Alpha. Young, vulnerable and almost unbearably human.She shifted carefully, lifting herself onto one elbow so she could look at him without waking him. The furs were tangled around his waist, his bare chest exposed to the pale morning light slipping through the narrow window.Her gaze traced familiar planes—broad shoulders, the hard lines of muscle earned through battle and burden, then it caught on the scars.Two small, puckered marks on his chest from the bullet w







