LOGIN[ELARA’S POV]The world is a blur of white lights, screaming voices, and the agonizing, tearing pain in my abdomen.I can hear Damien shouting my name, his voice raw and desperate. I can feel his arms around me, his grip bruising as he carries me through the ruined council chamber. The scent of smoke, blood, and ozone is suffocating, but it's nothing compared to the coppery taste of fear in my mouth.The baby. Oh god, the baby."Get a doctor! Now!" Damien roars, his voice vibrating with sheer terror.I am laid on something soft—a gurney. The bright, sterile lights of the council’s medical wing blind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears streaming down my temples."Elara, stay with me," Damien begs, his hands cupping my face. I can feel his tears dripping onto my skin, hot and desperate. "Don't you dare leave me. Don't you dare.""I'm trying," I gasp, my body convulsing as another wave of pain rips through me. It feels like my insides are being shredded by a thousand silver knives.Ambassa
[DAMIEN’S POV]The first thing I notice is the silence.Not the quiet of a prison cell, or the muffled stillness of a soundproof room. This is a profound, echoing silence that settles deep in my bones. It’s the silence of a soul that has just been ripped in half.I am strapped to a heavy metal chair in a sterile, white room. Silver cuffs bind my wrists and ankles, burning my skin. There are wires attached to my temples, machines beeping softly beside me. A human interrogation room. They are trying to find out how my Lycan biology works, trying to find a weakness.But they don't need to find a weakness. They already have one.The golden tether in my chest, the only thing that has kept me sane since I woke up in that hospital bed, is gone.It didn't fray. It didn't weaken. It snapped.A violent, blinding pain rips through my chest, dragging a guttural, feral roar from my throat. I thrash against the silver cuffs, the metal biting into my wrists, drawing blood."ELARA!" I scream, her nam
The forest is a blur of black trunks and silver snow as I tear through the underbrush.My paws barely touch the ground. The Silver Wolf is in complete control, my muscles coiling and releasing with a speed and power that feels almost divine. The freezing wind whips through my thick silver fur, but I don't feel the cold. All I feel is the burning, incandescent rage in my veins.They took my sister.They threatened my child.They locked my mate in a cage.The golden tether in my chest is a frantic, stuttering pulse. Damien is miles away, locked in a human prison, but I can feel his panic through the bond. He knows I'm doing something reckless. He knows I'm coming for them.Hold on, Lily, I think, pushing my legs faster. I'm coming.The coordinates the masked man sent lead me deep into the Blackwood Forest, a place where the trees are so ancient and the magic is so dark that even the rogue wolves avoid it. The snow is thicker here, unbroken by any tracks, but I can smell the stench of da
[ELARA’S POV]The steel doors slam shut, and the sound echoes through the interrogation room like a gunshot.I am on my knees on the cold concrete floor, my hands clutching my stomach. The golden tether in my chest is thrashing violently, a wild, panicked animal tearing at the bars of its cage as the distance between Damien and me grows. I can feel his rage. I can feel his despair. But worst of all, I can feel his surrender. He is letting them take him. He is sacrificing himself for me and our baby. Again."Damien!" I scream, the sound ripping from my throat. I lunge toward the door, but Silas is there, his cold hands clamping around my arms, holding me back."Elara, stop," Silas says, his voice tight. "You can't fight them. Not here.""Let me go!" I snarl, my silver magic flaring. The temperature in the room plummets, frost crawling across the metal table. "They're taking him!""Ambassador Thorne," Julian snarls, stepping in front of the ambassador, his fists clenched. "You can't do
[DAMIEN’S POV]The sun is rising over the ruined city, painting the smoke-filled sky in hues of bruised purple and bloody orange.I keep my arm wrapped tightly around Elara’s waist as we are marched out of the cathedral and into the chaos of the streets. The human soldiers flank us, their weapons drawn, their eyes darting nervously toward the shadows. They have no idea what they just survived. They have no idea that the woman leaning against me just single-handedly saved their entire species.Elara is exhausted. She is trembling, her silver eyes half-closed, her skin pale. The sheer amount of power she just wielded has drained her completely. The mate bond is humming with her fatigue, and my wolf is clawing at my chest, desperate to pick her up, carry her somewhere safe, and tear apart anyone who tries to touch her.We are loaded into the back of a heavily armored military transport vehicle. Silas and Julian are shoved into a separate vehicle. The doors slam shut, plunging us into a d
[ELARA’S POV]The golden light of the mate bond doesn't just wrap around me; it detonates.It is a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated power, pushing back the suffocating darkness of the cathedral. The crystal prisons holding Damien, Silas, and Julian shatter into a million glittering pieces. They gasp, collapsing to the stone floor, free from the trap.My grandmother hisses, raising her twisted staff to shield her eyes from the blinding glare. "Impossible!" she shrieks, her voice cracking with ancient fury. "The bond should be broken! You are just a rogue! A weak, pathetic girl!""I am the Silver Wolf," I say, my voice echoing with a terrifying, layered resonance that shakes the very foundations of the citadel. "And I am not alone."The golden light bleeding from my chest merges with the silver magic in my veins, creating a blinding, ethereal aura that pushes back the shadows. I can feel the Moon Goddess. It is not a distant deity; it is a living, breathing force inside me, guiding my







