LOGINAlpha Thorne’s POV
I threw my whiskey glass against the wall.
“Say that again,” I growled at Beta Marcus, who was standing in my office looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“All three of your sons, Alpha,” he repeated, his voice shaking. “The omega girl... she’s mated to all three of them.”
I wanted to hit something—preferably him—for bringing me this impossible news.
“That’s not possible,” I said through clenched teeth. “Mate ties don’t work that way. One wolf, one mate. It’s been that wa
(The Seer's POV)The fire burned in the centre of the camp, and the smoke curled toward the black sky. Around me, wolves shifted restlessly in their skins… some padded close to the heat in their fur while others crouched in half-form with claws still stained by old battles. The hunters sat separately and sharpened their swords as they whispered their prayers to whatever gods kept demanding wolf blood. And every eye glanced toward me.They thought I was doing their bidding. They thought my visions bound me to their cause. Fools.One of the rogues spat into the flames. "It has been days, yet there is no word of the girl. You promised she would bow to us."I smiled in a way that was not so kind. "The Moonblood cannot be rushed. Threads take time to knot."Another wolf, a member of the Ironclaws with a missing ear, growled. "We did not follow you to sit and wait. Ironclaw thirsts for blood and revenge. If you have no path…"I waved my hand through the air, and the fire leapt high in a ho
The Seer's POVThe trees bent for me when I walked.Not because I commanded them but because they remembered me. Old roots never forget whose blood was spilt on their soil. Mine had watered these lands once before. I had left this place in exile, and I swore I would never return.But now, I was back.Not as an outcast or a sister.But as dominion.The hunters trailed behind me with heavy and impatient steps. Men scarred with sigils etched into their skins and wolves bred to kill. They thought they had me in their hands. They thought they owned me.Fools.They had no idea who was truly in charge.One of the hunters, a broad-shouldered man with a patch on his left eye, stepped closer. "Seer," he spat the title like it stung his tongue. "You promised us the Moonblood. Where is she?"I did not slow down. My fingers brushed the bark of a pine tree, and it shivered. "Do not ask me where. Ask me when. The Moonblood is not a prey to be stalked. She is fire waiting for her own spark. And when
Kieran's POVThe night was too quiet for war.I lay awake in the barracks as the echoes of her kiss still burned against my lips. Aisla's smell clung to me. It was a mix of smoke, wildflowers and power. The bond hummed steady in my chest, no longer a storm, no longer tearing me apart. For the first time in weeks, it was calm.But the calm frightened me even more than the chaos.I turned to my side and stared at the roof with my fists clenched in the covers. Her power had steadied because of what happened between us. Because of that fragile moment where I had let myself forget the war and the pack and Father.And now I couldn't stop thinking about it. Was I a strength for her or a weakness waiting to be cut down? I found myself in the council chamber at dawn. The air smelled of smoke and wax, and maps were laid on the table with their corners pinned with daggers. The elders muttered in clusters, their robes stiff and their mouths sharper than their claws.Father sat at the head of it
Aisla's POVThe courtyard smelled of sweat, iron, and unease.I stood at its centre, Mora's sharp eyes on me, the pack circling like wary wolves unsure if I was prey or predator. The younger warriors whispered my name like a prayer. The older ones watched in silence, jaws clenched, suspicion coiled tight in their gazes."Again," Mora barked.I raised my hand, fingers trembling, and summoned the shield. Silver light shimmered into a dome around me. My heart hammered in rhythm with the chant running in my head, every word Mora had drilled into me etched into bone.Three warriors charged. Their claws scraped against the dome, sparks flying. The shield held for a breath. Then one wolf slammed harder, and cracks raced across the surface like lightning splitting stone.I gasped, sweat dripping down my back."Don't let it break!" Mora snapped. "You are Moonblood! You hold, or you fall!"The words struck like claws. My jaw locked, and I forced the shield back into place, pouring every thread
Thorne's POVThey whispered her name like a prayer.I heard it before I saw her. The courtyard was thick with torch smoke, wolves packed shoulder to shoulder, eyes raised high. Moonblood. Aisla. Luna. The words rolled against stone walls like waves, growing louder with every heartbeat.And I, Alpha of this pack, sat on the hall's high steps, jaw clenched tightly from pain.She had returned.She had dared to return.When the warriors limped through the gates, her shadow behind them, the pack bowed their heads as if the Goddess herself walked among them. My wolves, my wolves, lowered their eyes not to me, but her.My wolf howled, but I kept it hidden. Not yet.I rose slowly, squared my shoulders, and stepped forward. My voice cut through the whispers, sharp as a whip."You see her here," I said. "Do you think this is a chance? Do you think the Moonblood wanders at random?"The crowd went silent."This," I thundered, "was my command. My plan. Did you think your Alpha was blind to his pa
Mora's POVThe girl was pacing again. I sat on the bench in the heart of the grove and watched her. Her bare feet stomped the ground, and her hair was tangled from restless nights. She wore the bond like a cloak…warm, intoxicating, and dangerous.The triplets had touched her, giving her strength without even realising it. Now that power seethed beneath her skin, simmering like a storm. But storms were wild, and wild things could destroy just as easily as they saved."You're restless," I said quietly. My voice didn't rise, but she looked at me.The firelight sharpened her face, revealing a change I hadn't seen before. She was different every day."I can't stay here, Mora," she said with urgency. "They need me. The warriors, the pack, the bond…" She stopped, pressing her lips tight like she feared the words."The bond," I repeated softly. "I feel it weighing on you."Her hands clenched. "It's stronger when I'm with them. When I let it happen. With Lucien, Caelan, and even Kieran. It fee







