Mag-log in(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
(Siena's POV)The darkness of the maintenance tunnels presses close around me, an oppressive weight that echoes the turmoil raging within my chest. Raiden's words replay endlessly in my mind, each syllable a spark igniting a wildfire of chaotic emotion. “I've loved you from the beginning, Siena.”
The betrayal burns like acid in my veins. Mia, who knew every detail of our security protocols. Who had access to his quarters, to mine. She used that trust to orchestrate our destruction. My destruction. Something shifts in the darkness behind me—a whisper of movement, the faintest disturbance o
***When I enter, the Great Hall hums with subdued conversation. Council members are gathered around the ancient oak table, which has witnessed generations of pack decisions, from territory expansion to war declarations to peace treaties that shaped current boundaries.Massive timber beams arch over
My wolf stirs restlessly inside me, ears perked hopefully despite caution's lingering whispers. I roll onto my side, pulling my knees toward my chest. The memory of our last real conversation burns like acid—the cold fury in my voice as I accused him of trying to overshadow my accomplishments, of







