LOGIN(Siena's POV)My pulse stutters unevenly as I struggle to comprehend what I'm feeling.Beside me, Raiden's entire body tenses, his muscles rigid beneath the fitted fabric of his shirt, posture radiating barely-contained fury.His protective stance positions him squarely between me and this newcomer,
(Raiden's POV)We're gathered in the airy central chamber of Windhowl's main hall.The moment Siena smiles openly during the council meeting, my heart stutters in my chest—a quiet, profound reminder of everything I once lost, and everything I'm determined never to lose again.Afternoon sunlight stre
My breath catches softly, heart stumbling gently beneath quiet anxiety. Yet beneath hesitation lies cautious curiosity, openness I carefully nurture. I nod slowly. “Of course.” His voice remains gentle, carefully phrased to remove pressure or expectation. “Would you consider dinner? It's not reconc
(Siena's POV)The bruises on my skin have faded, yet the persistent ache deep inside my chest refuses to heal, Raiden's words echoing relentlessly within my mind despite my stubborn attempts to silence them.A week has passed since the attack, and Windhowl and Silverfang are finally beginning to hea
(Raiden's POV)The metallic scent of blood and antiseptic fills my lungs, mingling into a nauseating cocktail that twists my stomach into knots, but I refuse to leave Siena's side even for a moment.Around us, chaos slowly yields to order. Security forces carefully secure Lila and Mia, their wrists
(Siena POV)Chaos erupts instantly, and Lila lunges swiftly toward me, teeth bared, eyes glowing, glinting dangerously beneath dim lighting.Instinctively, Raiden moves protectively forward, yet equally instinctively, I shift swiftly to shield him, deliberately placing myself between Raiden and Lila
Little by little, she is losing ground. She knows it, i smell teh fear, the desperation that has recently taken up residence inside of her.The mask is chipping away. ***Siena’s POVI linger at the edge of the room, my pack gathering around me. They’re buzz
Siena’s POVThe ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers, their light refracting in a thousand directions, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floor.The music swells, a slow, lilting melody that fills the space, elegant and haunting.Wolves from every pack mingle at the edges of the da
Siena freezes, her steps halting mid-turn.It’s so sudden, so unexpected, that I nearly stumble, my grip on her tightening instinctively to steady us. Her face remains impassive, but something flashes in her eyes—something raw and painful and impossible to ignore.Grief.The realization hits me like
Raiden looks past me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I wonder if he feels it too—the weight of everything we’ve lost.But then he turns away, his posture stiffas it is cold-heated, and the moment is gone.Nothing has changed and I was stupid to think otherwise.He doesn’t love you—he n







