LOGINCeleste POV“I am here,” he said slowly, “for my children.”The words settled heavily in the room.For a second, no one said anything. Ryan remained standing between us, his body still tense and protective, and Kharl’s gaze stayed fixed on him, steady and unflinching. The machine beside Blaze kept beeping softly, a quiet reminder that all of this was happening in the middle of something far bigger than old wounds and unfinished conversations.And yet, his words still found a way to hurt me.Of course he was here for the children. What else was I expecting him to say? That he had crossed territories and ridden through the night for me? That he had walked into this room and remembered I was more than the woman who carried his bloodline?I hated that the thought even came to me.I hated it even more that some quiet part of me had wanted it.It was foolish, and I knew it. But knowing that didn’t stop the sting.Before I could say anything, the door opened again with sudden force. Small fo
Celeste POVThe machines had finally stopped screaming.That was the first thing I noticed.Not the voices.Not the movement.Not even Kharl still sitting there with the line attached to his arm.Just—Silence.Not complete silence.But the kind that felt… steadier.The kind that didn’t sound like something was slipping away.I stood where I had been the entire time, unmoving, my eyes fixed on Blaze.His breathing was still slow.Still uneven.But not as bad.Not like before.The doctor stepped back after checking the monitors again, her expression softer this time.“He’s stabilizing,” she said quietly.The words hit me slowly.Stabilizing.Not safe.Not awake.But—Not dying.I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding.My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to stay standing.I had to see him.I had to be sure.I stepped forward slowly, stopping beside the bed.My hand hovered over his before I finally placed it gently on top of his.Warm.Still warm.Tears burned behind my
Kharl POVThe moment I saw him—Everything else disappeared.The room.The people.The tension.All of it faded into the background like it didn’t matter anymore.Because there, lying on that bed—Was my son.I didn’t need anyone to tell me.I didn’t need proof.I didn’t need confirmation.I knew.It hit me like something deep and instinctive, something older than reason, something my wolf recognized before my mind could even process it.Mine.The word echoed inside me, loud and undeniable.He looked small.Too small.His skin was pale, his body too still, his breathing uneven in a way that made something in my chest tighten painfully.And yet—Even like this—I could see it.The resemblance.The shape of his face.The faint line of his jaw.The way his brow creased slightly even in unconsciousness.Pieces of me.In him.My throat went dry.For a second—Just a second—I couldn’t move.Then everything snapped back into place.“Alpha,” one of the doctors said urgently, pulling me out o
Celeste POVThe room felt colder today.Or maybe it was just me.I sat beside Blaze, my hand wrapped tightly around his, afraid that if I let go—even for a second—I might lose him.His skin was hotter now.Too hot.His breathing had changed.Slower.Heavier.Like each breath was a struggle.“Blaze…” I whispered softly, brushing his hair away from his damp forehead.He didn’t respond.Not this time.My chest tightened painfully.No.No, no, no…Not like this.The door opened quietly, and the doctor stepped in.I didn’t need to look at her face.I already knew.Still, I forced myself to lift my head.“Tell me,” I said.My voice sounded calm.Too calm.She hesitated.That was enough to confirm everything.“His condition is worsening faster than we expected,” she said gently.Each word felt like a blade.“We are running out of time.”I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around Blaze’s hand.“How long?” I asked.The doctor’s silence stretched for a moment.“Hours,” she finally said.The
Kharl POVMy men and rode through the silent morning. I left as early as dawn.The forest grew quieter the deeper we rode.At first, I didn’t think much of it. The path we had taken was one of the lesser-used routes between territories, cutting through dense woodland and uneven ground. It was faster—but riskier.Normally, I wouldn’t have chosen it.But today wasn’t normal.Every moment mattered.Every second brought me closer to Golden Sky.Closer to Celeste.Closer to my children.The thought alone made my wolf restless beneath my skin, pacing, alert, almost impatient.Faster, he urged.I tightened my grip on the reins.“We push through,” I said to the captain riding beside me.He nodded.But I saw it in his eyes.He felt it too.Something was off. The air shifted and the hair in my body raisedI heard a faint rustle and then a asnap of a twig.Then—“Alpha!”The warning came too late.They dropped from the trees.Rogues.At least a dozen of them.Maybe more.They moved fast.Too fa
Lydia POVI didn’t sleep that night.Not even for a second.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing.Kharl standing in front of Celeste.Looking at her.Looking at those children.The way he used to look at her before everything changed.The way he had never looked at me.My nails dug into the armrest of the chair as the thought replayed again and again.If he reached Golden Sky…If he saw them…Everything I had built would be gone.Not slowly.Not over time.Instantly.Because those children were not just children.They were heirs.True heirs of Blood Moon.And the moment Kharl acknowledged them—My place would disappear.Just like that.No argument.No negotiation.No second chance.I stood abruptly and began pacing the room.“No,” I muttered.“I will not allow this.”Stopping him.That was the only solution.The Seer had been right about one thing.Delaying wouldn’t help.As long as Kharl was alive—As long as he had the chance to meet them—The truth would come out.And
Kharl’s POVElder Morwen chose his moment carefully.He always did.The Seer had survived three Alphas, two coups, and more political reversals than Kharl cared to count. Morwen did not wield strength the way warriors did. He wielded inevitability. He spoke rarely, but when he did, his words rooted
Kharl’s POVLydia stopped pretending.For five years she had worn patience like jewelry—beautiful on the outside, sharp underneath if you looked too closely. She had smiled through council meetings, held her child up like proof, and stood beside Kharl as if the title of Luna alone could force the w
Kharl’s POVKharl did not confront Elder Morwen.Not yet.Open defiance would only strengthen the Seer’s hold. Morwen thrived on resistance. On being seen as the immovable pillar between chaos and order. If Kharl challenged him openly, the pack would fracture along belief lines, not loyalty. And be
Kharl’s POVThe former healer did not want to see him.That alone told Kharl everything.The woman lived on the far edge of Blood Moon territory now, tucked away in a modest stone house that smelled of dried herbs and old smoke. She had retired quietly three years earlier, citing age and failing ha







