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
Across the room, Siena turns slightly, our gazes colliding.Time freezes, the world blurred and distant as we share a single, unguarded moment.Her eyes widen briefly, unshielded vulnerability flickering across her features.The raw emotion there—pain, longing, regret—mirrors my own with startling i
Let me breathe.The other judges are already assembled, murmuring quietly as I take my seat at the head table. I busy myself with the competition rules spread out before me, desperate to distract myself from the turmoil raging within me.Horace continues pacing restlessly beneath my skin, agitated b
(Raiden’s POV)The early morning sun is bright and piercing, its golden rays cutting sharply through the lingering mist of dawn.I stride purposefully toward the arena grounds, the tension of today's competition already crackling through me. My wolf prowls restlessly beneath my skin, alert and agita
His words surprise me, unsettling the careful walls I've built around my heart.I fight down the sudden rush of emotion that threatens to overwhelm me, keeping my expression composed, meeting his smoky eyes evenly, nodding slightly in acknowledgment before stepping back."Thank you, Zion," I reply







