LOGINRyder POVThe knock came just before dawn.Sharp.Urgent.The kind that meant bad news.I was already awake.Truthfully, I had not slept much at all. Between Markus’ escape, the increased patrols, the tribunal, and the constant tension hanging over both Packs, real rest had become impossible.So when the pounding came again at my chamber door, I was already moving.“Enter.”The door opened immediately.A guard stepped inside, breathing hard, his expression grim.“Alpha Ryder.”“What is it?”He swallowed.“A message was found in Lydia’s cell.”That got my full attention.I straightened.“What kind of message?”The guard hesitated.“Threat.”Of course.I followed him immediately.The lower halls felt colder at this hour, the stone floors still carrying the damp bite of the storm outside. Torches flickered weakly along the corridor walls as we descended toward the dungeon.By the time I arrived, Lydia was no longer pretending strength.She looked terrified.Actually terrified.Not manipu
Lydia POVThe dungeon smelled like blood, wet stone, and despair.I hated it.Every second inside this place felt like punishment long before any sentence had been officially passed.The bruises on my arms still ached where the guards had dragged me earlier. My wrists burned from the chains. My back screamed every time I leaned the wrong way against the cold wall.But none of that hurt as much as the silence.No servants.No luxury.No gowns.No power.Just me.Alone.Exactly how I used to fear ending up.I laughed bitterly at the thought.Funny.After everything I had done to become Luna, this was where ambition brought me.A soft sound echoed outside the bars.Footsteps.I sat up immediately.A guard approached.“On your feet.”I frowned.“For what?”“You’re being questioned.”Again.Wonderful.I stood slowly, my legs weaker than I wanted to admit, and allowed them to drag me from the cell.This time the interrogation room felt different.Not because it was less cold.Because someon
Kharl POVI stayed in Celeste’s room longer than I planned.Not because I had anything important left to say.But because leaving felt wrong.The storm outside continued violently, rain striking the palace windows hard enough to sound like tiny stones against glass. Thunder rolled across the sky every few minutes, shaking the walls slightly, but inside the room the children had finally settled again.Amelia was asleep against my side now.Alora had shifted closer sometime during the night until half her body was practically on top of Celeste. Blaze slept near the foot of the bed with one arm hanging over the edge, while Rune remained curled toward his siblings protectively even in sleep.I watched them quietly.Mine.The thought still hit me strangely sometimes.Not because I doubted it anymore.Because I had missed so much.Five years.Five years of first words, first steps, birthdays, nightmares, laughter, scraped knees, and bedtime stories.Five years I could never get back.The gu
Celeste POVRain poured heavily against the palace windows.The sound should have been comforting.Instead, it made me restless.I stood near the fireplace in my room, staring into the flames while the children slept nearby. The storm outside had lasted for hours now, dark clouds swallowing the moonlight completely. Every few minutes lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder strong enough to shake the windows slightly.Normally, Alora would have climbed into my lap complaining about the noise.Tonight, she slept curled tightly beside Amelia, one small hand still gripping the sleeve of Amelia’s nightdress like she was afraid the other girl would disappear if she let go.That alone made my chest ache.The kidnapping had changed all of them.Even the little things were different now.Rune checked the locks before bed without being asked.Blaze woke up twice from nightmares but pretended he only wanted water.Amelia apologized constantly for things that were not her fault.And
Markus POVThe abandoned church smelled like dust, rain, and old death.Perfect.I stood near the broken window, watching the storm gather outside while the weak candlelight behind me flickered against the cracked walls. The place had once belonged to humans decades ago before being left to rot deep inside neutral territory. Now it belonged to no one.Which made it useful.One of the men entered quietly behind me.“The outer paths are clear,” he reported. “No trackers.”I nodded once without turning.Kharl would search the forests first.Ryan would tighten borders.Ryder would look for patterns.Predictable men.Powerful.But predictable.That was why they kept surviving battles while still losing wars they didn’t even realize existed.“You’re bleeding again,” another voice said.I finally turned slightly.A woman stepped from the shadows carrying a medical kit. Tall. Calm. Dark eyes that missed very little.Selene.One of the few people I trusted enough to stand this close to me.“It
Kharl POVThe palace no longer slept.Not really.Even when the halls grew quieter and the torches burned lower, tension still moved beneath everything like something alive. Warriors stood at every entrance now. Patrols rotated twice as often. The guards on the walls no longer spoke casually to each other during shifts.Everyone felt it.The crack Markus left behind.I stood on the upper balcony overlooking the training grounds, my arms folded tightly across my chest as the cold night wind hit my face. Below me, warriors moved in groups carrying lanterns and weapons, preparing to leave again for another search sweep through the outer forest lines.Still nothing.Hours had passed since Markus escaped.And still—Nothing.No fresh scent.No trail.No sighting.That bothered me more than I wanted to admit.Because men like Markus always left traces.Unless they planned not to.My jaw tightened.He planned this.Not just the escape.Everything.The hidden exits.The accomplices.The timin
Kharl’s POVKharl chose the council chamber for the rejection.Not the private quarters. Not the healer’s wing. Not behind closed doors where truth could be bent and buried. He wanted witnesses. He wanted history to remember the moment clearly—without Morwen’s haze, without whispers reshaped into p
Celeste POVWe immediately began to prepare.Not the frantic kind that comes with fear, but the measured, deliberate movements of people who understood the weight of where they were going. Golden Sky Pack did not rush into politics. We armored ourselves with precision, with silence, with intent.Ry
Kharl’s POVJust when Kharl was trying to calm himself, he received a mindlink directly from the Alpha KingThe summons arrived as a pulse of power rather than paper.Kharl felt it before he saw it—a ripple through the Alpha network, old and authoritative, impossible to ignore. The mark at the back
Kharl’s POVIt started as a whisper.A low, restless sound beneath his thoughts, threading through his chest like a breath he hadn’t taken. Kharl tried to ignore it as he undressed that night, tried to drown it in routine, in discipline, in the familiar cold control that had ruled his life for year







