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The Things We Don't Say
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Beneath the Howling Pines The Truth in His Blood
We didn’t speak for hours after the vision.Not because I didn’t want to.Because Silas didn’t know how to begin.The tension between us had solidified into something hard and cold, something that pressed against my ribs every time I looked at him and saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes.But eventually, just after dusk, he asked me to meet him by the old stone spring on the western edge of the territory. A place sacred to our kind. Where the first Ashfang wolves were said to have made their blood vows.A place of truth.He waited for me there, sitting on the edge of the stone ring, arms resting on his knees, eyes cast toward the water’s reflection.I sat beside him, the cool night air threading around my shoulders like a cloak.For a long time, neither of us said anything.Then, finally, he broke the silence.“I didn’t go scouting,” he said quietly. “Not really.”I nodded. “I know.”He didn’t look at me.“I went to the ruins. To what’s left of the Blackmoor estate.”I waited, breath
Beneath the Howling Pines The Silence Between Us
There was something wrong with Silas.He didn’t say it. He didn’t have to.I could feel it.Not through words, not even through the mate bond—not exactly. It was in the pauses between our conversations, in the way he looked at me like he was trying to memorize something he’d never see again.Like he was preparing for something I wasn’t being told.At first, I told myself I was imagining it. Stress. Training. The cursed wolves are breathing down our necks. But by the third time he flinched when I reached for him, I stopped pretending.He was keeping something from me.“Hey,” I said one afternoon, as we finished sparring and stood beneath the pine canopy, sweat glistening on our skin and breath clouding the air. “Talk to me.”Silas hesitated, jaw clenched. “About what?”“Don’t insult me,” I snapped. “You’ve been quiet since the bond sealed. And not the normal, brooding-rogue-wolf kind of quiet. The something’s wrong and I’m pretending it’s not kind of quiet.”He looked away.That was an
Beneath the Howling Pines The Things We Don't Say
I crossed back into Ashfang territory just after sunrise.The mist clung to the forest like it didn’t want to let me go. Cold soaked into my bones, but it wasn’t from the night chill—it was from the words Malric had left me with.You and Elena… are the vessel.The curse didn’t want to kill the bond. It wanted to use it.The thought gnawed at the edges of my mind the entire way back, even as my wolf kept pacing under my skin, restless and uneasy. Every step closer to her made it worse.Because I didn’t know how to tell her.Didn’t know if I should.When I reached camp, the others were already up. Warriors sparred in the clearing. Elders paced the perimeter like anxious crows. The air was tight with preparation, thick with anticipation.Elena stood at the center of it all.She was giving orders—direct, clear, confident. The way the others listened to her now… it was different. Not just out of respect. Out of trust.She wasn’t just the Alpha’s daughter anymore.She was becoming a leader.
Beneath the Howling Pines Blood Never Forgets
By nightfall, I was gone.Not from Elena. Not from the Ashfangs.But from myself.The pull of my bloodline dragged me east, deeper than I wanted to go. Deeper than Elena would ever let me, if she knew. I told her I needed to scout, to track the cursed wolves and make sure we weren’t walking into an ambush.It wasn’t a lie.Just not the whole truth.Because beneath the scouting, beneath the loyalty, there was something else.Obligation.The curse that haunted both our bloodlines didn’t come from thin air. It was seeded long ago—in violence, in betrayal, in something our ancestors had tried to bind and bury but never truly understood.And the Blackmoor name was at the center of it.Which meant I was too.The further I moved into the eastern woods, the colder the air became. The trees bent oddly here, warped and twisted, their bark streaked with black veins like something rotted them from the inside out. These weren’t Ashfang woods anymore.This was old ground.Cursed ground.I shifted j
Beneath the Howling Pines The Howl Beneath the Pines
The first howl came at dawn. It wasn’t one of ours. It was guttural, wrong—like something dead trying to remember how to sing. The sound cut through the morning mist like a blade, silencing the forest in a single breath. Birds stilled. The wind died. Even Nyx went stiff in my chest, ears pinned back, hackles raised. Mara burst into my cabin a moment later, still half-shifted, her eyes golden and wild. “They’re at the eastern ridge,” she growled. “Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.” I was already pulling on my boots. “Where’s Silas?” “Gone ahead,” she said, tone clipped. “Of course.” Of course, he had. I shifted mid-run, the bones cracking clean as Nyx surged forward and took control. Her body moved like lightning through the trees, leaping over fallen logs, paws pounding the ground in a rhythm older than language. The moment I reached the ridge, I smelled them. Rot. Decay. Something like burnt fur and iron. The cursed wolves stoo
Beneath the Howling Pines The Binding Moon
Elena The clearing was silent. Above us, the moon had risen—full, pale, watching. The trees formed a circle of ancient limbs, shadowed and still. This was no ritual passed down by the elders. No choreographed ceremony to celebrate some happy, destined moment. This was raw. Real. Ours. Silas stood in front of me, moonlight catching the silver in his eyes. His shoulders were tense, his breath slow, like he was holding something back. “Are you sure?” he asked. His voice was low, rough. Vulnerable. I nodded. “I am.” Nyx pressed forward, ready and wild beneath my skin, her energy pulsing in waves. She wanted this. Needed this. Not just for the bond. For him. For us. I stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body. “Then say the words,” he said, almost a whisper. I swallowed. My throat felt too tight, but the words came anyway—like they’d been carved into my bones long ago. “I, Elena Blackthorne of the Ashfang Pack, call upon the moon to witness my vow. I offe
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