LOGINAshina Pov
The door to my room clicked shut behind me.
For a long moment, I simply stood there.
Everything looked exactly as I'd left it that morning.
The cracked mirror hanging crooked on the wall.
The tiny wooden wardrobe Father had once called "too expensive for someone like me."
This room has never felt like home but it belonged to me but not anymore.
I walked toward the loose floorboard beneath my bed and carefully lifted it. My fingers found the folded letters I usually sent to my brother when we were little.
The corners were worn from how many times I'd unfolded it, reading the same words over and over whenever Father wasn't watching.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
Funny how I had spent three years of wishing I was the one you died instead of my brother.
I folded the letter once more and slipped it into my small satchel beside it, I placed a faded photograph of my brother. The edges had long since begun to curl as his smile remained the same.
The only person who had ever looked at me with love.
"I wish you were here," I whispered.
Silence answered.
I closed the satchel and turned toward the cracked mirror for a moment... I barely recognized the girl staring back at me as the outline of Father's hand already turning purple against my cheek a thin line of dried blood trailed from the corner of my mouth.
I reached up and wiped it away with my thumb as Pain had stopped surprising me years ago.
"You'll survive," I whispered to my reflection.
"You always do." A sharp knock interrupted the silence.
"The carriage is waiting." I didn't answer because there was nothing left to say.
I picked up my satchel and walked out without looking back.
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No one came to see me off.
Not Father, Not even Mother, even the servants who had watched me grow up. The courtyard felt strangely empty as though the manor itself couldn't wait to be rid of me Just before I climbed into the carriage, Mother's voice stopped me.
"One last thing." I turned as She stood on the front steps, perfectly dressed, her expression as cold as ever.
"Don't embarrass the Crawford family." A hollow smile tugged at my lips as she blew me a kiss.
"You've spent years pretending I wasn't part of it." She didn't deny it as she smiled.
"Oh, and Ashina..." Her eyes glittered with cruel amusement.
"...try not to die too quickly."
The carriage door slammed shut and Moments later, we were moving.I didn't look back because there was nothing behind me worth remembering.
The journey lasted a day. The further we traveled, the quieter the world became as the villages disappeared. The roads became narrowed as Towering black pines swallowed the sunlight until even noon looked like dusk.
The soldiers escorting me barely spoke, When they did...It was always in whispers.
They say the Rogue Alpha ripped an Alpha's throat out with his bare hands even his own wolves fear him While None of his mates never survived the curse.
A cold knot settled in my stomach. I tried convincing myself they were only rumors People always exaggerated monsters.
Didn't they?
By the evening of the second day, the trees finally parted.
My breath caught, The Rogue Territory stood before me. It wasn't a kingdom, It was a fortress as Massive black stone walls stretched across the mountains, the Watchtowers overlooked every entrance as hundreds of wolves patrolled the cliffs above.
The enormous iron gates slowly creaked open as the carriage rolled inside. Warriors dressed in black armor lined the path as none of them looked curious as though danger lived here. The carriage finally stopped immediately One of the guards opened the door.
"Come." He ordered as I stepped onto the stone courtyard. The air felt colder here and Heavier like the territory itself was watching me before I could take another step, a woman approached.
She was tall as her black training uniform hugged a lean, powerful frame, and a silver wolf insignia rested against her chest unlike everyone else...She didn't stare at me with pity.
"My name is Kaia," she said simply.
"I've been ordered to escort you." I nodded silently as She immediately turned without another word as I followed like a puppy.
The fortress was enormous. The Stone corridors twisted endlessly everywhere I looked, warriors trained with swords and spears Others shifted into wolves as they carried out their activities.
No one smiled as it felt less like a home and more like an army waiting for war.
Finally, Kaia stopped before two towering black doors carved with wolves and ancient runes.
She looked at me for the first time since we'd met with an unreadable expression.
"I'll give you one piece of advice." I swallowed hard as my heart pounded in an unusual way.
"What is it?" My voice dropped.
"Whatever happens in there..."
"...don't scream." Before I could ask what she meant.
A deafening growl erupted from behind the doors. The sound shook the walls beneath my feet.
Not human nor a wolf but something far more terrifying. My heart slammed against my ribs.
Kaia lowered her head.
"The Rogue Alpha is waiting." The doors slowly began to open.
I stopped breathing.
The sound of Draven's knees hitting stone was a death knell. I tried to scream, but the dagger had stolen my voice along with everything else. All I could do was watch through the darkening haze as the most powerful being in the realm knelt before his oldest enemy. Kieran's laugh echoed off the dungeon walls, bright and broken and terrible. "Oh, Draven. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this." "Let her go." Draven's voice was rubble. "You have me. You've always had me. Just let her live." "Have I?" Kieran's grip on the dagger loosened slightly, and I gasped as some of the pressure eased. But the damage was done. I could feel the wolf inside me whimpering, curled into a ball of frost and fear. "Because from where I'm standing, you've spent three hundred years running from me. Building walls. Taking lovers." His eyes flicked to me, and something violent twisted his features. "Her." "Kieran…." "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. "You don't get to speak. Not until
The silver chains screamed or maybe that was me.I felt the White Wolf surge inside my chest, a furious, blinding thing. Frost exploded from my skin, cracking across the stone floor. The chains around my wrists groaned, buckling, and for one glorious heartbeat I thought I was free.Then Kieran moved.He was faster than he had any right to be. The black dagger flashed in his hand, and before I could summon another breath, he drove it into my side.Pain, terrible through me. It wasn’t like the silver. Silver burned and suppressed. This dagger drank. It sank into my flesh just beneath my ribs and pulled, dragging the White Wolf’s power out of me in a cold, spiraling rush. My knees hit the stone as my vision blurred. The frost died around me like a snuffed candle.Kieran caught me before I could fall.“There it is,” he murmured against my ear, his arm locked around my waist, hauling me back against his chest. His other hand stayed on the dagger, twisting it just enough to make me gasp. “T
The cold bit into my skin like a thousand tiny needles. The damp stone walls of the Blackwood dungeon smelled of iron, rot, and ancient magic. I tried to move, but the heavy silver chains around my wrists and ankles clanked loudly, biting into my flesh and smothering the strange warmth that always lingered beneath my skin. I was chained. Truly, utterly chained. My mind raced, spiraling back to the last time I saw Draven. The coldness in his eyes. I don't know what you are to me yet. Those words had shattered something inside me pushing me to run, to seek out the truth on my own and now because of my pride because of my foolish, stubborn heart, I was here. What if he doesn't come? The thought was a knife twisting in my chest. Why would he? I walked away. I practically told him I was nothing to him. He’s a king, He won't risk his kingdom, his life for a woman who means nothing. A low, mournful sound echoed in the dark. You are not nothing, a voice whispered from the deepest, most pr
Draven's POVI read the letter again.Then again.The words didn't change. I have your little human. The parchment trembled in my grip, though I didn't feel my hands shaking. I felt nothing but the curse alive and screaming beneath my skin, demanding release.Kieran has her.The thought circled in my mind like a wounded animal, relentless and bleeding.I stood alone in my chambers, the moonlight casting long shadows across the floor. The guards had been dismissed. The court had been told nothing. No one could know that the King was standing in his own room, paralyzed by the simple truth that a woman had been taken from him.I don't know what you are to me yet.The words tasted like ash now. I'd said them to her with such cold indifference, as if she were a puzzle I hadn't yet solved, a mystery I could set aside until convenient but now she was gone.And I couldn't breathe.I paced Five steps to the window. Five steps back. The curse writhed sensing my weakness feeding on it.Go, it wh
I barely made it ten steps down the corridor before a hand clamped over my mouth.I tried to scream, but the sound died in my throat as I was yanked backward into the shadows. My back hit something solid and cold."Hello, little dove." The voice was silk wrapped around steel. I knew that voice.Kieran.I thrashed against him, but his arm was like iron around my waist. He laughed softly, his breath brushing my ear."I wouldn't do that if I were you."I bit down on his hand. He hissed but didn't release me."Feisty," he murmured. "I like that."Before I could react, he moved. The world blurred walls, windows, moonlight and then we were outside, the night air sharp against my face.Vampire speed, I realized but the strength...I'd heard the stories. Half vampire, half wolf. The one even Draven's court whispered about with fear.He stopped at the edge of the forest as I finally got a look at him. Dark hair, sharp features, eyes that gleamed amber in the darkness wolf eyes. His smile was a
Draven's POVI had been awake long before she entered my chambers. The moment her scent crossed the threshold, the curse stirred beneath my skin enough to remind me that something was wrong. I kept my eyes closed.I wanted to know what Ashina would do if she believed I couldn't see her.Her footsteps were careful too careful for someone who had simply come to speak with me.She stopped beside the bed as I could feel her watching me as neither of us moved. I heard her breathing change.My fingers tightened against the sheets as I opened my eyes. Ashina froze immediately as the moonlight caught her face and for the first time since she had entered my kingdom, I saw something I had never seen in her before.“Were you really going to do it?” I pushed myself upright as she stepped back.“Answer me.” Her chin lifted as a bitter laugh escaped me.Even after sneaking into my chambers in the middle of the night, she still found the courage to challenge me.“What did you come here for?” I swun







