Se connecterOne week before the blood moon, I made a decision that I knew would hurt Kieran. But it was the right decision—the only decision that made sense.I waited until after dinner, when the pack house was quiet and most wolves had retired for the evening. Kieran and I were in his study, reviewing the latest security reports, when I finally spoke."I need to tell you something," I said. "And I need you to hear me out before you react."Kieran looked up from the papers, immediately sensing through the mate bond that this was serious. "What is it?""When the blood moon rises, when Damien makes his move—I need to face him alone."The temperature in the room seemed to drop. "No.""Kieran—""Absolutely not," he said, standing abruptly. "We've been through this. We face him together.""We can't," I said firmly. "The spell requires a specific setup. If Damien senses you or anyone else nearby, he won't proceed with the ritual. And if he doesn't proceed, we'll never get another chance like thi
The next few days were consumed with preparation. Warriors trained, magical wards were set up around the territory, and scouts kept constant watch for any sign of Damien. But for me, the hardest part was the internal struggle I was facing. Now that I knew the full truth about Damien—about Seraphina, about his plans, about everything—I had a choice to make. Did I tell Kieran everything? Or did I protect him from some of the more painful truths? I found myself in Kieran's study late one night, unable to sleep, staring at the journal entries and notes we'd recovered. The evidence was overwhelming—Damien had been planning my death for years, had killed Seraphina to keep his plan secret, had manipulated everyone around him with calculated precision. "You're thinking too hard," Kieran's voice came from the doorway. "I can feel it through the bond." "Can't sleep," I admitted. He came in and sat beside me, glancing at the papers spread across the desk. "Still going through
The journey back to Shadow Ridge took two days. We traveled as a large group—wounded warriors, freed prisoners who had chosen to join us, and leaders from various packs who wanted to coordinate the distribution of Theodore's records. Kieran barely left my side the entire journey. Not in a controlling way, but in a protective, companionable way. He walked beside me, offered his arm when the terrain got rough, and made sure I ate and rested even when I wanted to push forward. Through the mate bond, I could feel his constant awareness of me, his relief every time he looked over and saw me still alive and well. "You're hovering," I said on the second day, though I said it with a smile. "I'm being attentive," he corrected. "There's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes," he said firmly. "Hovering is when I don't let you make your own choices. Being attentive is when I support the choices you're making." "And if my choice is to push myself too hard?" "Then I remind you that you
We stayed at the battlefield that night, too exhausted to make the journey back to Shadow Ridge. Wolves from various packs set up camp, tended fires, and shared food while processing everything that had happened.I was helping Maya organize sleeping arrangements when Dominic approached with an urgent expression."Laila, there's someone here who says she has information about Damien. Information you need to hear before he's found.""Who?""One of the Council operatives we captured. A woman named Claire. She's asking to speak with you specifically."I followed Dominic to where the prisoners were being held under guard. Claire was young—maybe mid-twenties—with hollow eyes that spoke of deep regret."You wanted to talk to me?" I asked."I need to tell you the truth," Claire said. "About Damien Grey and what he's really been doing. Because if you don't know, you can't stop him.""What do you mean?"Claire took a deep breath. "Damien wasn't just working for the Council. He was planning
The cleanup after the battle took hours. The wounded needed healing, the prisoners needed securing, and the dead needed honoring—both ours and theirs.I spent much of that time using my healing abilities on our injured fighters. Each healing took energy, but I paced myself this time, remembering Maya's warnings about burning out.It was late afternoon when Marcus approached me with a grim expression."Laila, we found something in Theodore's belongings. Something you need to see."He led me to where they'd gathered the Council leaders' personal effects. Among Theodore's things was an old leather journal, similar to Seraphina's diary but more worn, more sinister."It's his record of kills," Marcus explained. "Every person he betrayed to the Council, every family he helped eliminate. But there's an entry about Seraphina that you need to read."I took the journal with trembling hands and opened to the page Marcus indicated. Theodore's handwriting was neat, clinical, recording murders
The clearing exploded into chaos.Council operatives shifted into their wolf forms and charged, but they were immediately met by our forces. Kieran led the charge, his massive black wolf tearing through enemies with brutal efficiency.I dove behind a fallen log as weapons fire erupted around me. Theodore and the five Council leaders had retreated to the center of their defensive circle, protected by their most skilled fighters."Laila!" Maya's voice called out. She appeared beside me in wolf form, then shifted back to human. "We need to separate the Council leaders from their operatives. As long as they're together, they're too well protected.""I have an idea," I said. "But I need to get close to Theodore.""That's suicide—""Trust me," I interrupted.I stood up and let my power flare, silver light exploding outward from me like a beacon. Every wolf in the clearing turned to look as I began walking toward the center of the fighting, my magic creating a shield around me that def







