(Rhea's POV)The night air stabbed my lungs like cold needles. I was still on the fire escape outside my apartment, body rigid, hands trembling as they clutched the cold, dew-slick railing. Callum’s fight above still shook the air—loud crashes mixed with low growls that kept the hair on my neck standing.But that wasn’t what froze me.At the bottom of the stairs, someone stood.Or something.A tall figure, broad-shouldered, long black hair hiding part of his face. Even in the dim glow of the streetlight I could see his eyes—burning red, like living embers cutting straight into me.“Beautiful.” His voice was hoarse but oddly echoed like two tones at once. “Hale blood. I’ve finally found it.”My chest felt crushed. He knew my name. He knew who I was.I gripped the railing tighter. “D-don’t come any closer.” My voice cracked, more a whisper than a threat.The figure lifted his head fully. His smile was wide, showing teeth far too long for a human. “The more you resist, the louder your bl
(POV Rhea)The night air still swirled in from the window that had been forced open, carrying the smell of rusted iron and distant rain. Callum stood firm between me and the apartment door, his body taut, his eyes glowing faint gold—the telltale sign that the wolf inside him was about to burst free.Another slam shook the door, harder this time. The wood cracked wider, as if one more hit would take it down completely.“I’m counting to three, Rhea,” Callum said quietly but coldly, his gaze never leaving the door. “If it breaks, don’t think, don’t scream, don’t look back. Run straight to the kitchen, grab whatever you can as a weapon. Got it?”I couldn’t speak—only nodded. My hands were shaking violently.Callum glanced at me briefly. “Good. Your breathing’s too fast. Focus. Inhale, let it out slow. Don’t let fear lead you. That’s what they want.”I tried to follow. One breath in, though my chest still felt tight. But at least my body wasn’t frozen anymore.“Callum,” my voice cracked. “
(Rhea's POV)I always thought my little apartment in the heart of Elaria was the safest place in the world. A simple room on the sixth floor, a window looking out over the busy street, shelves full of oil paints, and the smell of canvas that kept me company every night. But this morning, when I stepped back into that space, that feeling of safety felt fragile — like cracked paint on an old wall, just waiting to fall away.The door clicked shut behind me. I froze, staring at my tiny sofa, the messy coffee table, the stacks of books and sketches in the corner. Everything looked the same. That was the problem — I’d changed.I leaned my weight against the door and shut my eyes. Breathing felt heavy, like someone had tied my chest. Kaelan’s words kept echoing in my head, like a sound that wouldn’t fade.“Without me, you’re not safe, Rhea.”I shook my head hard as if that could shake him out of my skull. “I’m fine. I’m safe here,” I muttered, though my voice nearly broke.I forced myself to
(Kaelan’s POV)The air in the Elder’s chamber was so heavy, it felt like every breath I took was being weighed, measured, and judged. The torches crackled along the curved walls, their shadows dancing like spirits of the past eager to watch me fall to my knees.Five stone thrones loomed before me. On them, the Elders sat draped in gray robes, their faces carved with wrinkles and terrifying authority. Their golden eyes glowed in the darkness, reflecting my every move.I stood inside the circle of ancient runes, their pale light creeping over my skin. A reminder that anyone standing in this circle—even an Alpha—had to strip away his pride. Here, the law wasn’t mine. The law was only theirs.Eldric’s staff, belonging to the oldest Elder, struck the stone floor. The thud echoed, shaking the chamber.“Kaelan Viero,” his voice was low, raspy, yet filled with power. “The Alpha of Nightbane who chose hockey over his pack’s blood. At last, you return.”I straightened my shoulders, though my ja
(Kaelan’s POV)Inside, the view shifted. The dirt road widened, lit by oil lamps hanging from wooden posts. Wooden houses lined up like parts of a living fortress: training huts, armories, meeting halls—laid out neatly, yet blending with the forest instead of opposing it. A few packmates passed by, bowing their heads in respect once they recognized who was walking through. Their scent—oil, earth, fur—gripped my nose like home.My car rolled into an open field in the middle of the camp, the spot where “unusual vehicles” were usually parked. Human cars were allowed here, but they weren’t left unattended. A closed garage stood off to the side, and a few warriors drove my car inside to keep it safe.“We’ll lock it up, and the evening patrol will guard it. No one touches it without your permission, Alpha,” one of the guards said, signaling me to stop parking. That simple ritual reminded me: peace here always came at the cost of vigilance.My steps echoed across the field as I got out of the
(Kaelan's POV)The door closed softly.I just stood there, watching Rhea leave, her faint footsteps echoing down the apartment hallway. There was no slammed door, no wolf’s roar, just silence—one that hurt more than the thousands of battles I’d fought before.She chose to leave.Not because I wasn’t strong enough to stop her, but because I chose to let go. Forced. Not forcing her to stay… but forcing myself to hold back.“Brilliant move,” Callum’s voice cut through my thoughts. “You just let go of the only reason the Elders haven’t dragged you into their court yet.”I spun around fast, glaring at him. “Don’t start, Callum.”“Start? I haven’t even said half of what I want to say.” He scoffed, then shut the door that was still ajar. His voice bounced off the living room walls, making the space suddenly feel smaller. “Do you even realize what you just did? You let her walk out, unprotected, with Elders probably waiting at every corner.”My fists clenched, my jaw tightening. “I didn’t let