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The first time Lena felt someone else’s rage inside her skull…
Kai was already choking her against the ritual post. Her back slammed against the rough wood. The impact knocked the air from her lungs. His hand tightened around her throat. Lena clawed at his wrist, panic flooding her chest. The entire clan square surrounded them, a ring of silent faces watching. No one stepped forward. No one ever did when Kai decided someone had broken the rules. “I didn’t do anything,” she rasped. Kai’s eyes were cold. Hard as steel. “You expect me to believe that?” His grip tightened. Her feet barely touched the ground. Pain shot through her neck as she struggled to breathe. But the worst part wasn’t his hand around her throat. It was what was happening inside her head. Rage. Hot. Violent. Not hers. It flooded her mind like a broken dam. Images slammed into her thoughts. A boy kneeling in the dirt. A whip cracking across his back. Blood. Humiliation. The boy didn’t cry. He just stared forward with quiet fury. Lena gasped. The vision vanished. But the emotion remained. Burning. Exploding inside her chest. She realized the truth with a wave of cold terror. Those weren’t her memories. They were his. Kai froze. His eyes narrowed. “What did you just do?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t…” The pain in her wrist exploded. White-hot fire ripped through her arm. Lena screamed. Kai immediately released her. She collapsed to the dirt, clutching her wrist. The leather band wrapped around it felt like it was burning through her skin. Something underneath it moved. Alive. Glowing. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Lena’s breathing turned ragged. No. No no no. Not here. Not in front of everyone. She scrambled backward across the dirt. The band slipped slightly. A thin line of golden light flickered beneath the leather. Someone shouted. “She’s cursed!” The word hit the square like a stone thrown into water. People stepped back immediately. Fear spread fast. Lena shook her head wildly. “I’m not cursed!” But even she didn’t sound convinced. Kai stared at her wrist. Not with fear. With recognition. And that was somehow worse. He stepped closer. Slow. Careful. Like he was approaching something dangerous. “Show me your arm,” he said. Lena shook her head harder. “No.” Her voice trembled. The glow under the leather pulsed again. Kai crouched in front of her. Up close, he looked even more dangerous. Tall. Broad. Every movement controlled. The kind of man who never wasted energy. His eyes locked onto hers. “Lena,” he said quietly. She stiffened. Kai almost never used her name. “Show me your arm.” Something in his voice made her hesitate. Not kindness. Something darker. Recognition. Like he already knew what he would see. Lena slowly moved her hand away from the leather band. The golden glow underneath brightened immediately. Someone in the crowd whispered. “Echo.” The word spread quickly. Echo. Lena’s stomach dropped. That was impossible. Echo bearers were myths. Stories used to scare children. Creatures who could steal emotions. Memories. Power. Dangerous enough to destroy entire packs. “They were wiped out,” someone muttered. Kai didn’t look away from her wrist. “No,” he said quietly. His hand shot forward suddenly. He grabbed her arm. The moment his skin touched hers… The world exploded. Emotion flooded Lena’s mind again. But this time it wasn’t just rage. Pain. Grief. Loneliness so deep it made her chest ache. A boy growing up under fists. A young man learning to bury every feeling until nothing remained. Kai jerked back violently. His breath hitched. He stared at her like he had just touched fire. “You felt it too,” Lena whispered. For the first time since she had known him Kai looked shaken. Behind them, the crowd erupted into shouting. “She’s dangerous!” “Kill her before it spreads!” Lena’s heart dropped. Fear twisted in her stomach. This was exactly what she had been afraid of. All those dreams. All that strange burning in her wrist. It had finally caught up with her. Kai looked back at the crowd. Then at Lena. His jaw tightened. The golden mark suddenly flared brighter under the leather band. Lena gasped. The light burst through the gap in the band. Clear. Impossible to hide. A thin golden line stretching from her wrist toward her elbow. The square went silent. Kai stared at the glowing mark. His voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. “Run.” Lena blinked. “What?” His eyes snapped up to hers. For the first time, there was real urgency there. “If they see it clearly,” he said quietly, “the council will have you executed before sunset.” Her blood ran cold. Behind them, several clan elders pushed through the crowd. They had already noticed the glow. It was too late. One of them pointed at Lena. “Seize her!” The guards stepped forward. Kai’s hand tightened around her wrist again. The mark flared brighter between their skin. And this time… Kai felt everything. The fear. The confusion. The strange power waking up inside her. His eyes widened slightly. Then he made a decision. Kai shoved Lena backward. “Run,” he said again. But the guards were already closing in. And the golden mark on her arm had just begun to burn.Jax’s mouth stayed on hers, slow and sure, like he had nowhere else to be. Lena’s back pressed against the closed door. Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt, pulling him closer even as her mind tried to catch up. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough. It was deliberate, like he was learning the exact way she tasted, the exact way she breathed when he tilted her head just so. She shivered. Not from cold. From the way his hand slid up her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through her dress. The touch was light, but it sent heat straight down her spine. Jax pulled back just enough to look at her. His silver eyes were dark now, pupils blown wide. “You’re still fighting it,” he said quietly. His voice was rough, but controlled. Lena swallowed hard. Her lips felt swollen. “I don’t know how to stop.” Jax’s thumb brushed her lower lip again, slow and deliberate. “Then don’t stop.” He kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against he
Jax’s hand tightened at her waist.He didn’t stop dancing. He simply turned her once more, guiding her away from the open garden and toward a narrow stone staircase half-hidden by climbing vines.“Come,” he said, voice low.Not a command.An invitation.Lena’s feet moved before her mind caught up.They climbed the stairs in silence, his hand steady on the small of her back. Every step pressed her closer to him. Close enough to feel the difference in him.No rush. No hesitation.Like he already knew she would follow.She could feel the warmth of his palm through her dress, the way his fingers adjusted slightly to keep her balanced on the uneven stone. Her pulse kicked hard.She hated how safe it felt.At the top, a small private balcony opened out, overlooking the garden below. Moonlight spilled across the railing. No one else was up here.Jax stopped at the edge, turning her to face him.The music from below drifted up faint and distant.For a long second they just stood there.His s
The figure didn’t let go.His hand stayed firm at Lena’s waist, steady as the music slowed around them. Jax turned her slowly, keeping her close enough that their bodies brushed with every step. His silver eyes held hers through the mask, calm but intense, like he was reading every small reaction she tried to hide. Lena’s breath caught for half a second. She hated how steady his hand felt on her waist, like it already belonged there.He didn’t speak at first. Just danced with her, smooth and controlled, guiding her deeper into the shadowed edge of the garden. Every turn pressed them closer. Lena felt the warmth of his palm through her dress and the way his thumb brushed once, slow and deliberate, along her lower back. A shiver ran down her spine before she could stop it.She looked up.His gaze didn’t waver.The howls outside cut off sharply, like the trackers had hit an invisible wall.They didn’t cross.They stopped at the edge of the garden, dark shapes hovering just beyond the
Lena’s knife came up.The figure in the mask didn’t flinch.He simply tilted his head, silver hair catching the moonlight for a brief second before the shadows swallowed it again.“Careful,” he said quietly.Not a warning.A promise.His gaze dropped to the knife, then back to her.“You’re shaking, little Echo.”Lena’s grip tightened until the handle bit into her palm. Her pulse hammered so loud she could hear it in her ears. The hunger twisted hard in her gut, drawn to the faint metallic scent rolling off him, old blood, controlled, but there.She didn’t lower the blade.The man took one slow step closer, hands open at his sides, palms up. No threat. No rush. Just deliberate calm that made her skin crawl.“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said.His eyes, silver, unnaturally bright behind the simple black mask, locked on hers.Lena’s breath caught.Something in that gaze pulled at the bond inside her chest. Not the same raw heat as Vance. Not the sharp fury of Kai. This was older. Quiete
Lena ran.Her boots slammed against roots and damp earth, breath ragged, knife still gripped tight in her sweaty palm. The howls kept coming behind her, low, answering each other, closer with every heartbeat.The bond with Vance pulled hard at her chest, frantic now, like he was only steps away but still not close enough.She didn’t look back.She couldn’t.The hunger rode every stride with her, teeth aching, mouth watering at the faint scent of blood still riding the wind. She hated how her body leaned into it.A root caught her foot.She stumbled hard, shoulder slamming into a thick tree trunk. Pain flared sharp across her arm. She caught herself, gasping, and pushed off again.Lights appeared through the trees.Not firelight.Warmer. Golden. Flickering like candles behind glass.Lena slowed without meaning to.Music drifted on the air, low strings, laughter, the clink of glasses. Civilized. Wrong.She broke through the last line of trees and froze.A grand stone building stood in a
The shadow lunged.Lena twisted hard, knife flashing up on pure instinct. Cold air skimmed her neck, too close. Her boot slipped on damp leaves and she caught herself against a tree trunk, bark scraping her palm.Her heart slammed against her ribs.Her pulse didn’t just race, it stuttered, like her body couldn’t decide whether to fight or bolt. For a split second, her grip on the knife felt wrong. Too loose. Too human.The bond with Vance yanked tight behind her, a raw pulse of panic and fury that made her stomach drop. He was coming. Fast. She could feel every heavy step he took through the trees.It wasn’t just a feeling. It dragged at her low in her chest, like something had hooked into her ribs and was pulling her back toward him.But he wasn’t here yet.Lena pushed off the trunk and kept moving, breath coming short and sharp. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t. The night pressed in, branches catching at her sleeves like they wanted to slow her down.Then the wind shifted.And she
The temple was quiet.Too quiet.Lena’s hand was still pressed to her chest, trying to push down the heat that refused to leave. The bond between them burned hotter than before, alive, aware, asking for more.Vance didn’t move.He stayed leaning against the stone wall, wrist still bleeding a little
The forest was too quiet.Kai noticed it the moment he crossed the outer ridge.No birds. No wind in the leaves. Even the insects seemed to have gone silent.Bad sign.He slowed his pace slightly, eyes scanning the trees.Behind him, the rest of the hunting party moved through the dark forest in a
Lena stared at him.Her chest still rose and fell too fast. Her ribs ached where the rogue had kicked her. Dirt clung to her hands.Three bodies lay scattered across the clearing.Dead. Just like that.The man who had killed them stood calmly among them as if none of it mattered.He slid the blade
Lena ran.Behind her, something howled in the forest.The forest swallowed her almost immediately.Branches whipped her face. Roots caught her boots. Cold air tore through her lungs as she pushed deeper into the trees.Run.That was all she could do now.Her legs burned. Her lungs burned worse.But







