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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.Lena stood frozen after Vance left.The sheet slipped from her shoulder. She did not fix it. The bond with him stretched thin and painful across the distance. Every step he took away from her felt like a cut.Jax wiped the thin line of blood from his neck with the back of his hand. His silver eyes stayed on the empty doorway for a long moment. Then he looked at her.“He means it,” Jax said quietly.Lena’s voice came out rough. “I know.”Silence settled between them. Outside, the distant music of the masquerade continued. Inside the chamber, the air still held the heat of what they had done and the sharp edge of what had just been said.Jax took one slow step closer. He did not touch her. He simply stood near enough that she could feel the steady calm he always carried.“Echo bearers do not form single bonds the way others do,” he said.Lena’s head lifted. “What?”“It is rare,” Jax continued. His voice stayed low and even. “But it happens. Especially with the older bloodlines. An Echo
Vance kept the knife against Jax’s throat. His hand did not shake this time. “You have ten seconds,” he said. Jax stayed silent. Vance turned his head just enough to look at Lena. The sheet had slipped lower on her shoulder. Her skin still carried the flush from what she had done with the man under his blade. The bond between Vance and Lena burned hot and painful in his chest.“Look at me,” Vance said. Lena lifted her eyes. Guilt sat heavy in them. Vance felt it through the bond like a second blade. “You left the temple,” he said. “You ran into the dark. I felt every step. Then the bond went quiet.” Lena’s voice came out small. “I needed space.” “Space,” Vance repeated. The word tasted bitter. “Space with him.”Jax shifted under the knife. Vance pressed harder. A thin line of blood appeared on Jax’s neck. Jax did not flinch. His silver eyes stayed locked on Vance. Slowly, almost lazily, he lifted two fingers and rested them against the flat of the blade. The metal stopped moving. Van
Vance stood in the broken doorway and saw everything. Lena half-naked under a thin sheet. Flushed. Breathing hard. Standing too close to the silver-haired bastard who still had the smell of her on his skin. The rage hit so hard his vision tunneled. He had tracked her for hours. Through the trees. Through the howls. Through the bond that kept pulling and twisting and going quiet at the worst moments. He had followed the scent of her blood and the faint, wrong sweetness of the place she had run into. He had watched from the shadows outside the masquerade while masked vampires danced and laughed and pretended the world outside didn’t exist. And he had seen her leave with him. Jax. The calm one. The quiet one. The one who had looked at Lena like he already owned the parts of her Vance hadn’t claimed yet. Vance had almost lost control right there in the garden. He had almost torn through every vampire in the place just to reach her. Instead he had forced himself to wait, to track, to
Lena stood in the middle of the chamber, the sheet clutched tight against her chest, and tried to breathe past the ache in her ribs.Jax didn’t move closer. He stayed where he was, naked and unashamed, silver eyes watching her like he could see every thought she was trying to bury. The calm he’d worn all night was gone. What replaced it was quieter. Heavier. Like he’d finally set something down and wasn’t sure if the floor would hold.“You still want me,” he said.Not a question.Lena’s throat closed.She wanted to deny it. The words sat right there, ready, sharp enough to cut. But her body remembered the way he’d moved inside her, the deliberate control, the way he’d looked at her like she was the only thing in the room that mattered. Her skin still hummed with it. Her mouth still tasted him.And underneath that heat, the bond with Vance pulsed like a second heartbeat.Hot.Angry.Hurt.She felt it flare hard against her chest, the mark on her neck burning as if Vance had just presse
Lena waited, heart still beating hard against her ribs. Jax’s thumb stopped moving on her wrist. He stared at her for a long second, silver eyes darker than before. The easy calm he always carried cracked just enough for her to see what was underneath. “I’ve hunted Echo bearers before,” he said. The words landed like ice water down her back. The room didn’t change. He did. Something colder slipped through the cracks. Lena pulled away from his chest and sat up. The thin sheet slipped down, but she didn’t care. She searched his face, hoping he would laugh or say he was joking. He didn’t. “You hunted them,” she repeated slowly. Not asking. Confirming something she didn’t want to be real. Jax sat up too, movements smooth and controlled even now. He didn’t reach for his clothes. He just looked at her, steady as ever. Like he’d already decided to tell her everything… and wasn’t afraid of what it would cost him. Jax didn't look away. “My family carried a curse for ce
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
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,
The gates slammed shut behind them with a heavy clang.The sound echoed through the trees like a final warning.Lena didn’t look back.The iron doors of the enclave were already sealed again, cutting her off from the only home she had ever known. Cold wind rushed through the forest ahead, carrying
And somewhere in the crowd…someone moved.Lena didn’t see who it was.But she felt it.A sudden ripple of intent cut through the storm of emotions flooding her mind.Fear. Curiosity. Excitement.All of it pressed against her senses at once.Her head throbbed.The golden mark on her wrist burned ho
Steel scraped against leather as the three warriors stepped forward.The sound alone made Lena’s stomach tighten.Each of them carried a weapon.One had a curved blade.Another held a heavy iron spear.The third rested a hand casually on the hilt of a short sword at his waist.None of them looked n







