Elena POV Days had bled into nights, and nights had bled into restless dawns since Sophia’s letter had arrived. I hadn’t been myself. The pack noticed it, how my focus wandered in meetings, how my scent shifted with unspoken tension, how even the moonlight no longer felt like a balm but an interrogator. I told myself Sophia didn’t deserve this much space in my mind. She had wronged me, gods, in ways so deep that I could barely speak them aloud without tasting the lingering memories of old betrayal. And yet… I had always longed for her apology. When her letter came, I thought closure would follow. Instead, it cracked something open in me, a wound I thought had scarred over. Now, every time I closed my eyes, her handwriting appeared like claw marks across my mind. Why did it affect me so much? I sat at my vanity, staring at the reflection in the mirror. My wolf’s amber eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light, betraying my inner unrest. With a sigh, I pushed away from the chair and
Sophia POV The cold night air clung to my skin like an unwelcome reminder of how long I’d been sitting here. The moon had already climbed high, silver light spilling over the courtyard stones, but there was still no sign of Elena. My hands fidgeted with the straps of my bag, the scent of my leftover dried meat and flour bread filled the air, yet beneath it lingered something sharper, anticipation mixed with dread. Every creak of the iron gate, every distant footstep made my heart skip, only for disappointment to set in when it wasn’t her. Maybe that lady was right. Maybe Elena truly didn’t want to see me. The thought cut very deeply than claws. I lowered my gaze to the ground, trying to swallow the ache rising in my throat. I’d come this far, through dark woods, past the border guards, heart pounding with the fear of rejection but what if this was all for nothing? What if my presence here was just reopening wounds she’d rather forget? The hour was getting late, and in a pack th
Dino POV After telling my people that I would go for Sophia alone, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Their eyes widened as if I had just declared I was walking into the jaws of death, shock, and worry. A silence heavy enough to crush words before they could be spoken. They didn’t understand at first, and I couldn’t blame them. To them, this was reckless borderline madness. But to me, this wasn’t just a mission. It wasn’t politics or pack strategy. This was personal. This was my fight, my heart’s last stand, and I had to fight it alone. I appreciate your concern, I’d told them, meeting each gaze with steady resolve. But this is not a battle to be fought with claws and teeth, it’s a battle of the heart. And that, I touched my chest, feeling the slow, heavy thud of my pulse, is mine alone to win. Even then, I could see the doubt in their eyes, the fear that I would come back empty-handed or not come back at all. One by one, they stepped forward, giving their goodbyes, not the c
Sophia’s POV The wooden bench beneath me felt colder than it should have, the grain pressing against the back of my legs as I shifted uncomfortably. I had been sitting there for what felt like forever, the distant murmurs of guards moving about the palace corridors echoing faintly in the background. I clasped my hands together in my lap to still their fidgeting, telling myself that any moment now, they would return with Elena. Any moment now. But as the minutes bled into what felt like hours, my heart began to twist with uncertainty. Why are they taking so long? Did they even go to call her, or did they decide, without even telling me, that I wasn’t worth the trouble? The thought lodged itself in my chest like a thorn. I tried to shake it off, but it kept creeping back, heavier each time. My stomach churned, not from hunger, but from that gnawing ache of dread and anticipation. I wanted to believe they were delayed, maybe they couldn’t find her, but a darker voice in my head whi
Dino’s POV The elderly woman, whom we would later learn was Sophia’s mother, welcomed us into her home with a gentle smile. Her eyes carried the warmth of someone who had seen many seasons, yet there was a certain guardedness in them, as though life had taught her that not every visitor came bearing good news. When her gaze fell on Lady Evelyn, recognition flickered in her expression like a candle suddenly catching light. Evelyn? she breathed, her face softening. Yes, longest time, Lady Evelyn replied warmly, stepping forward. The two women embraced, holding on for a few moments longer than mere politeness required. It was the kind of hug that carried the weight of shared memories, of years gone by, of lives that had taken them down different paths yet somehow brought them face to face again. You can all make yourselves comfortable, Sophia’s mother finally said, gesturing toward a modest wooden sitting area. Thank you, ma, we chorused almost in unison. We sat down, the old chai
Sophia’s POV The journey had been anything but easy. The path from my kingdom to the Northern Range Pack might have been short compared to the treacherous trek to the Black Mountain Pack, but my body did not care for comparisons. My muscles screamed with every step. My bones felt like they were weighed down by stones. I could almost hear my heartbeat in my ears, a dull, rhythmic pounding that matched the horse’s hooves as we rode on. Dust clung to my face like a second skin, and my lips were cracked from the dry wind. If it hadn’t been for the dried meat and flour bread my mother had pressed into my hands before I left, her eyes shining with unspoken worry, I might have collapsed days ago. Those humble provisions had kept me from fainting in the middle of the road, and each time I chewed a piece of that bread, I could almost feel her presence beside me, whispering, You can do this, Sophia, you must. I shifted uncomfortably in the saddle, my body swaying with the rhythm of the hors