The chamber quieted as the elders spread reports across the table. Maps, charts, and written accounts filled the polished wood, each one carrying the weight of blood spilled over the last months.
One of the elder Alphas began, voice grave. “In the past six weeks, we’ve recorded seventeen rogue attacks across five territories. King Dravenhart’s revisions, rotating patrols, stronger border watches, and civilian curfews, have reduced the losses. For the last two weeks, there have been no incidents reported.”
A Luna from the southern border leaned forward, relief softening her tired features. “Our healers have caught up at last. For the first time in months, we aren’t tending to dozens of wounded every week. Families are beginning to return home. It almost feels like stability again.”
Another Alpha, broad and sharp-eyed, added, “If this continues, perhaps life can return to what it was. The silence feels strange, but I
Leo was never quiet. Not when they were children darting through the halls, not when he was sneaking into the kitchens at midnight, not even when his pranks earned him hours of scolding from their parents. Silence simply didn’t fit him.Which was why Celeste noticed immediately.She sat between her brothers, Calix leaning against the far wall with his arms folded like a sentry, and Leo on the couch at her side, unusually subdued. His dark eyes studied her face as though trying to solve a riddle, but his mouth, always quick with a laugh or a biting remark, stayed shut.“Leo,” Celeste said softly, nudging him with her elbow. “You’re scaring me. You’ve never been this quiet in your life.”That broke him. He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “I was just thinking… Our little sister, the chosen heir. And now mated to a king. You know, it almost makes sense. Who else could handle you?”Celeste groaned, swatting at his arm. “Oh, don’t you start.”Even Calix’s lips twitched at that, though
One of the pack attendants arrived quietly, arms laden with a folded pair of clothes, and boots. Celeste dipped her head in thanks, retreating behind a tree to shift back into her human form. The clothes fit well enough, though the fabric felt stiff after so long in her wolf. She gathered herself, pulled her hair over one shoulder, and stepped out.Her father was waiting. Cedric Winters, Alpha, leader, her father, stood as he had a thousand times before: back straight, hands clasped behind him, eyes sharp. Yet when those eyes found her, they softened almost imperceptibly.“Come,” he said. His voice was even, but she caught the break in it.He led her into the pack house and down a quiet corridor to his office. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud, sealing them away from curious ears. For a long moment, silence pressed between them, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire.Then
The sun was still high when they pulled back into Silas’s place, its light slanting through the tall windows and spilling across the polished floors. Despite the brightness outside, the apartment felt subdued, quiet in a way that only made Victoria’s restless pacing sharper against the silence.She paused at the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes tracking the city below though she wasn’t really looking at it. “I hate this. Just letting her go like that.”Silas set the keys down on the counter and leaned against it, his arms folding loosely across his chest. He said nothing at first, just watching his sister, weighing his words.“She didn’t even take the pack,” Victoria pressed, spinning around to face him, the worry etched into her features. “I saw it in the back seat when we left. She walked into that forest with nothing.”Silas’s gaze dropped briefly, but there was no surprise in his expression. “Not nothing,” he said finally, his voice low, steady. “She has her w
The ride out of the city stretched long, the kind that blurred miles into a steady hum of tires and the drone of passing music. Victoria had claimed the back seat, sprawled sideways with her feet tucked under her as she sang along to every song the radio offered, loudly, badly, but unapologetically. Her laughter filled the car more than the lyrics did, her voice cracking on the high notes, earning the occasional eyeroll from Silas.Celeste sat quiet in the passenger seat, wrapped in the cocoon of her blanket. She kept her gaze on the rolling scenery beyond the window, but her focus drifted to the man beside her. His grip on the wheel was tight, knuckles pale, his jaw locked in the way it always was when something unsettled him.Without thinking too long about it, Celeste shifted slightly and let her hand rest over his. She felt the way his fingers tightened briefly before easing, the smallest sigh leaving his chest as though he could finally breathe.The gesture was simple, but it sai
Things began to feel almost normal again in the weeks following Celeste’s awakening. Victoria quit the diner, moving in with Silas and throwing herself into helping him with his work and council duties. She found it more rewarding than serving pancakes to regulars, and the change seemed to suit her.Silas kept to his habits, long days filled with paperwork, meetings, and strategy, but he never failed to check in on Celeste. He worked at easing down the walls she kept so firmly in place, careful, patient, steady.Celeste herself lingered somewhere in between. The bond she shared with Silas grew stronger with each passing day, but it frightened her. Some days she let herself lean into it, finding comfort in the sparks, the security. Other days, she pulled away, fearing the sting of heartbreak all over again. She kept to the guest room rather than his, caught between wanting to belong and needing to protect herself.Silas’s place had everything she needed: a view of the city, her best fr
The last of the reports dwindled, papers gathered into neat stacks. One by one, the Alphas and Lunas began to rise, voices lowering into polite farewells as the meeting dissolved. Celeste sat still, her thoughts a tangled storm. The map’s circles still burned in her mind, rogues striking outward, too precise, too deliberate.Her focus broke when a hand extended into her line of sight.“Celeste?” Silas’s voice was low but steady, patient in the quiet chaos. His palm waited, open, grounding. “It’s time to go.”Her lips parted, startled, before she slipped her hand into his. Warmth surged at the contact, steadier than she expected. “Oh. Right.”Across the chamber, Blair’s eyes locked on their joined hands. Her smile was tight, brittle at the edges, her nails biting crescents into Grayson’s arm where she clung. Fury smoldered beneath the p