LOGINThe 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 the smell of damp earth and wild things that didn’t care about clan laws. Kai’s grip stayed firm on her arm as he pulled her down the narrow path. “Walk.” His voice was low and controlled. Lena yanked her arm free. “I am walking.” For a moment they stood there, facing each other in the dim forest light. Inside the walls, Kai had looked untouchable. A commander surrounded by guards, power, and authority. Out here, something about him felt different. More dangerous. More alone. The silence stretched between them. Then Lena spoke first. “You knew.” Kai didn’t react. “You knew they were going to do this,” she continued, her voice tight. “You knew the council wanted me dead.” He watched her for a long moment before answering. “I suspected.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” Kai agreed calmly. “It isn’t.” Frustration burned through her chest. “You forced them to give me a trial,” she said. “Why bother if they were just going to throw me out here to die?” Kai started walking again. Lena hesitated, then followed. The forest path twisted between thick trees and broken roots. Every shadow looked like something waiting to jump. “Because,” Kai said finally, “a public trial meant witnesses.” She frowned. “And?” “And witnesses ask questions.” Lena processed that slowly. “So you weren’t trying to save me,” she said. Kai didn’t answer right away. They walked deeper into the forest. The sounds of the village were gone now. Only wind and rustling branches filled the air. Finally he said, “If I wanted you dead, Lena, you wouldn’t have made it past the square.” The blunt honesty in his voice made her chest tighten. They walked another few minutes in silence. The deeper they went, the darker the forest became. Then Lena stopped. “Wait.” Kai turned. “What?” “You said something back there,” she said. “When the council changed the sentence.” His expression didn’t shift. “You told them they were afraid of what I might reveal.” Kai studied her carefully. “So you did see something.” It wasn’t a question. Lena folded her arms. “I saw a memory.” His eyes sharpened. “Whose?” “One of the warriors,” she said. “The one with the curved blade.” Kai’s jaw tightened slightly. “What memory?” Lena hesitated. The image flashed through her mind again. Stone walls. A torch. Three elders. And that voice. The girl must not leave the trial alive. “They were talking about the trial,” she said slowly. “Before it even happened.” Kai didn’t look surprised. “They were planning it.” That made Lena’s stomach twist. “You already knew.” Kai exhaled slowly. “I know how the council works.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” he said quietly. “It isn’t.” Lena stared at him. “You’re not shocked.” “Should I be?” “They were planning to murder someone in front of the entire clan.” Kai met her gaze. “They’ve done worse.” The words landed heavily between them. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Lena asked the question burning in her mind. “Why didn’t you expose them?” Kai let out a short breath. “Because accusing an elder without proof is treason.” “You had proof.” “You had a memory,” he corrected. “That’s the same thing.” “To you,” he said. His voice stayed calm, but there was something sharp underneath it now. “To the council, it’s the word of a newly awakened Echo who can’t control her power.” Lena opened her mouth. Then closed it again. Because he was right. Kai turned and continued down the path. “Come on.” Lena followed reluctantly. The forest grew thicker the farther they walked. The air felt colder now. Strange animal cries echoed somewhere in the distance. After a while, Lena spoke again. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” Kai didn’t turn. “Knew what?” “That the council wasn’t done with me.” For a moment, only the wind moved through the trees. Then Kai slowed. “You’re an Echo,” he said. “I’m starting to hate that word.” “The council spent generations teaching the clan that Echoes are monsters.” Lena let out a dry laugh. “Yeah. I noticed.” Kai stopped walking. Slowly, he turned to face her. “But monsters can be useful,” he said calmly. A chill crept down Lena’s spine. “What does that mean?” Kai stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. “Power like yours isn’t something rulers destroy.” Lena’s stomach tightened. “They control it.” The truth hit her hard. “They didn’t exile me to get rid of me.” Kai didn’t answer. Which told her everything. “They’re going to hunt me,” she said quietly. “They will.” Her throat felt tight. “And you’ll be leading the hunt.” Kai shrugged slightly. “That’s what they believe.” Lena studied his face carefully. “You’re not denying it.” Kai shrugged slightly. “I follow orders.” Anger flared inside her. “Then why bring me out here yourself?” Kai held her gaze for a long moment. Then he said quietly, “Because if anyone else had escorted you…” He glanced toward the dark forest behind them. “You’d already be dead.” The honesty in his voice silenced her. Kai stepped back. “We’re close enough.” “Close enough to what?” “The border.” Lena followed his gaze. Beyond the ridge ahead, the clan’s territory ended. After that… nothing but wilderness. “You’re just leaving me here?” she asked. “That was the sentence.” The words landed like a blow. For a moment she didn’t move. Then she lifted her chin. “Fine.” Kai watched her carefully. “Stay alive.” She scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say.” “No,” he said quietly. “It isn’t.” Lena frowned. Kai glanced toward the deeper forest. Then he looked back at her. “The forest might actually be safer than the clan right now.” Her brows pulled together. “That makes zero sense.” Kai didn’t argue. “The council will come for you,” he said simply. “Hunters. Rogues. Anyone they can use.” The weight of those words settled in Lena’s chest. “So this was never exile,” she said. “It was a hunt.” Kai didn’t deny it. Silence stretched between them. Finally he turned away. “This is where I go back.” Lena watched him start walking. “Commander.” He paused. But he didn’t look at her. After a moment he said quietly, “Don’t trust anyone you meet out here.” “Why?” Kai finally glanced over his shoulder. His expression was unreadable. “Because out here,” he said, “the clan’s rules don’t apply.” Then he faced forward again. “And survival belongs to whoever is strong enough to take it.” Kai disappeared into the trees. Gone. Just like that. Lena stood there alone. Too quiet. She rubbed the mark on her wrist. The Echo stirred beneath her skin. Then it flared. Pain shot through her wrist, sharp enough to steal the breath from her lungs. Lena gasped. And suddenly… something crashed into her senses. A feeling. Cold and violent The emotions weren’t hers. She knew that instantly. They poured into her mind like freezing water. Hunger. Bloodlust. Lena grabbed her wrist, trying to steady herself. The Echo pulsed harder. Like the woods were holding their breath. “Kai?” she called. No answer. Only the wind slipping through the trees. Snap. A branch cracked behind her. Lena froze. Slowly, she turned. Dark trees stared back at her. Empty. Then the Echo burned again. Stronger. Her heart began to pound. Footsteps. Heavy and careful. Not one. Several. Shapes moved between the trees, barely visible in the darkness. Closing in. Lena stepped back. The leaves crunched under her shoe. The footsteps stopped. Silence fell over the forest. Then a voice came from the darkness behind her. Low and satisfied. “There you are.”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,
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
The guards rushed forward.Lena barely had time to breathe before two of them grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet.“Let go of me!” she snapped, struggling.The golden line on her wrist burned hotter under the leather band.One of the guards tightened his grip.“Don’t fight.”“I’m not…”Her
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 entir







