Masuk"You may think what you're searching for is the truth, but the truth is far more than what you imagine," he murmured. " It is darker and older. "
Her hands shook from fear. " Why are you saying this to me? We've never even met ." " Because you need to stay alive. You're in danger, real danger. And if you keep digging before you're prepared, they will reach you beforei can. " he responded " You're protecting me? " " Trying to" " Why? " There was a long pause. "You'll understand soon. " ISABELLA'S POV Alive. Alive . Alive . Everyone kept telling me the same thing over and over again, that I need to be protected and alive. I ran my fingers through my hair from frustration. Why is this happening to me. I realised that the stranger wasn't warning me our of kindness, neither was he stopping me for my parents' sake, but for some unknown reason, he claims to need me alive. I realised that the stranger wasn't warning me out of kindness, neither was he stopping me for my parents' sake, but for some unknown reason, he claims to need me alive. I forced out a whisper. " If I'm truly in danger, then I have more reason to keep looking." There was a long pause after I made that statement. Then, after a while, he said with a soft voice almost mournful that I'm already looking and that alone is enough to draw attention. He took a step backwards and then another his form fading into the shadow again as if he wasn't there a few moments ago. " Be careful which eyes you attract. " And with that, the figure vanished before I could even reply. I stood frozen in the hallway, chest heaving in up and down motion, and my fingers trembling so violently that I had to hold a pillar for balance. I'm being watched, i thought to myself. How did he even get to know where I was going and what I was going to do? Was he hiding in my room without my knowledge? Because I didn't talk to anyone about this decision except myself. I wrapped my arms around myself, breathing sharply. I wasn't supposed to ask questions. I wasn't supposed to uncover the truth. I wasn't supposed to know, but the warning did nothing but strengthen my resolve. I had to find the truth. I would find out who tried to reach my window . I would find out who the stranger was and who his master was. And I would also find what "dark and old truth " they were hiding. Because if the danger was already at her doorstep, then running away from it wouldn't save her, and the only way out is to move forward. *** Days passed by, and I hadn't found any useful information, so I decided to do something else. I slipped into the mansion's old library late in the evening, trying to find records or letters that might explain the truth behind the alliance and supposed protection. Dust gathered in the corns of the tall shelves . I pushed the door close with a soft click and exhaled, letting my shoulders drop. Finally, an alone moment. I moved quickly , pulling out drawers and old books from the shelves , flipping through pages, searching for anything that might reveal what her patents won't tell her. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for, but there had to be something, anything why my parents were suddenly desperate for the alliance. My fingers brushed over a stack of old documents , half of the pages burned around the edges for whatever reason I don't know about. I bent closer, squinting at the ink, trying to identify the words written. But a faint vibration of the floor made me freeze, I heard footsteps and voices arguing in low, sharp whispers outside. "- not your territory to interfere in," someone hissed " it becomes my business when people start going back on their words. " A deeper voice growled back. I held her breath. Both voices were male. The deeper one carried a low rumble behind it, a resonance that made the hair on my arm lift . It wasn't just anger. It was dominance and power. Something wild in the way he spoke like he wasn't used to being challenged. " You're here for peace, " I heard the first man snap. " Nothing more . " The deeper voice laughed, a cold humourless sound. My breath caught, and before I could move or hide better, the library door swung open with force. My body stiffened as two figures stepped inside. The first man entered abruptly mid argument, tall, broad shouldered looking furious. I had seen handsome men before, but this one looked carved straight out from a dangerous legend. Dark hair fell over his brow sharp jaw with bright golden eyes. He was wearing simple black clothes but nothing about him was forgettable. I noticed that he stopped walking the moment he laid eyes on me. It might be me being delusional, but yeah, he did. Behind him, another man tried to catch up with him, clearly annoyed. The handsome stranger's gaze locked on me sharp and assessing as if I was a puzzle to be solved. I straightened, refusing to shrink under his gaze. He didn't speak or move. He only stared, and something about that stir made my jaw clench. " You're blocking the light," I told him flatly. " Move" The thinner man inhaled sharply eyes widening as if I had said something forbidden. The tall one raised an eye brow, his expression shifting between amusement and offence. " You give orders now? " he asks voice smooth but edged with annoyance. " Yes , when men stand where they shouldn't. " I shot back. His eyes narrowed. " You're bold." " You're in my way. " The second man tries to interfere hurriedly. "Alpha, please -" But I cut him off. " And who the hell are you? " He steps further into the room with slow, deliberate steps . " Someone you shouldn't speak to like that. "They had sworn never to speak of it again. Not to each other. Not to the elders. Not even to the gods who had witnessed it. Isabella’s father stood alone in the hidden chamber beneath the estate, torchlight casting warped shadows along the curved stone walls. This place predated packs, predated law. Older than hierarchy, older than mercy. The air smelled of iron and ash, just as it had that night. That cursed, necessary night. Her mother descended the steps behind him, slower now, grief dragging at her limbs. “You brought me here because you can’t lie to me anymore.” He didn’t turn. “No. I brought you here because the lie is breaking.” At the center of the chamber lay the altar, black stone veined with silver, etched with runes that refused to stay still. They shimmered faintly, responding to Isabella’s name even now. “She was a child,” her mother whispered. “Barely breathing. Do you remember how small she was?” “I remember the silence,” he said hoarsely. “No heartbeat. No cry
Isabella's mom Isabella’s mother had not slept since the night the wards trembled. She stood at the window of the ancestral estate, fingers pressed hard against the cold glass, watching the forest beyond as if it might answer her fears. The moon hung low, swollen and ominous, its light catching on the ancient stones etched into the land stones that had begun to hum again after years of silence. “That shouldn’t be happening,” she whispered. Her husband stood behind her, shoulders heavy, posture rigid with a man carrying too much guilt and too little time. “It was always going to happen eventually.” She turned on him sharply. “Not like this. Not now. She wasn’t ready.” “She was never going to be ready,” he said quietly. “That’s what we agreed on.” Her laugh was sharp and broken. “No. What you agreed to was silence. What I agreed to was survival.” Silence fell between them, thick with years of unsaid truths. The fire crackled in the hearth, flaring suddenly, too suddenl
*Flashback* Long before Isabella ever set foot in Blackthorn, before Rex’s name was spoken in the same breath as hers, the decision had already been made. She just hadn’t been told. The chamber beneath the old council hall was lit by a single ring of blue flame, its unnatural glow casting warped shadows along the ancient stone walls. Only a handful of figures stood within the circle. Elders, Alphas, and one silent observer cloaked in gray. “No,” one of the elders said sharply. “Sending her to Blackthorn is reckless.” “It’s necessary,” another replied. “If Redcliff is already sniffing around, then others won’t be far behind.” A low growl rippled through the chamber. “The girl doesn’t even know,” a third voice added. “She’s untrained. Unaware.” “That’s the point,” the cloaked figure said quietly. “Awareness would make her a target faster.” “She already is a target,” the first elder snapped. “You don’t move a piece like her without consequences.” Silence followed. Then the nam
The silence that followed was worse than the battle. Bodies lay scattered across the grand hall. Some groaning, some terrifyingly still. Blood streaked the marble in dark, uneven lines. The air reeked of iron, smoke, and fury barely leashed. Blackthorn’s wolves stood frozen, weapons lowered but not sheathed, eyes locked on Isabella as if afraid she might vanish if they blinked. Thane’s grip on her wrist tightened. Not painfully, but possessively. A reminder. “Smart choice,” he murmured close to her ear. “You just saved lives.” Isabella didn’t look at him. Her gaze was fixed on Rex. He had shifted back to human form, chest heaving, blood soaking his side where Thane’s claws had torn deep. His eyes, those fierce, unyielding eyes were burning now with something far more dangerous than rage. Betrayal. “No,” Ash said hoarsely from behind him. “Rex, don’t.” Rex didn’t move. He didn’t need to. The promise in his stare was enough. Thane noticed it too. He chuckled. “Careful, Alpha.
Steel sang melodies. The first Redcliff blade came down, and in that instant, the grand hall of Blackthorn exploded into violence. Rex shoved Isabella behind him just as a warrior lunged. Rex caught the attacker by the throat, lifting him clean off the ground before slamming him into the marble floor with bone-crushing force. The crack echoed like a gunshot. Blood sprayed across Rex’s boots. “Stay with Ash!” Rex roared. Ash was already pulling Isabella back, shielding her as wolves shifted mid-stride, bodies tearing and reforming as claws and fangs burst through skin. The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the sharp musk of rage. Thane moved like a shadow through the chaos, carving a path straight toward them. “Get her out!” Rex barked. Isabella twisted in Ash’s grip. “No! Rex—” A Redcliff wolf slammed into Ash, knocking him back. Isabella stumbled, heart slamming in her chest and suddenly she was exposed. Thane was there in a blink. His hand closed around her
The alarm horns of Blackthorn blared through the stronghold, low and thunderous, vibrating in Isabella’s bones. Wolves poured into the corridors, some already half-shifted, claws tearing into stone as they ran. The scent of fear and adrenaline filled the air like smoke. Rex was already moving. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, grabbing Isabella’s hand and pulling her into the main corridor. Ash was at his other side, blade drawn, eyes sharp. “They came fast,” Ash muttered. “Too fast. Thane had this planned.” A deafening crash rocked the walls. The southern gate had fallen. Isabella stumbled as the floor shuddered. Rex steadied her without slowing, his grip iron-strong. “They’re heading straight for the council wing,” he growled. “They want you in front of everyone.” “To make you choose,” she whispered. “And to make you look weak.” They burst into the grand hall just as Redcliff warriors flooded through the shattered doors. Steel flashed. Wolves roared. Blood sprayed across the ma







