LOGINAlanza’s POV
"Are you doing okay?"
Libbie drifted into my line of sight, carrying a mug that gave off the rich, sweet scent of hot chocolate. It was a welcome change from the bitter coffee I had been forcing down lately.
"I’m alright," I said.
The steam rolled off the ceramic, hitting my skin with a damp heat that made me realize summer had officially faded. It wasn't quite cold enough to justify a winter drink yet, and the breeze moving through the tre
Alanza’s POV"I can't tell if you're looking for a horizon or if you're just waiting for the mountain to move again."Luciano’s voice was soft, drifting over the crisp morning air like the steam from the coffee mug in his hand. We were standing on the wide stone balcony of the new High Ridge Lodge. Below us, the valley was a sea of emerald pines and silver mist. It had been three months since the Floor of Kings, and the borders of the Neutral Zone were finally settling into reality."I'm just breathing, Luciano," I said, leaning my elbows on the railing. "It is a habit I am still trying to get used to."He stepped closer, the familiar scent of forest rain and ozone wrapping around me. He didn't try to touch me. He had learned the new rules. I was the Sovereign now, and while the fated bond still hummed between us, it was no longer a chain. It was a choice."The first group of refugees from the East arrived at the gate an hour ago," he said, his gaze fixed on the valley floor. "Sixteen
Alanza’s POV"If we don't reach the summit by dawn, we'll be fighting a war in a whiteout."Leyton’s voice was barely audible over the howling wind. We were traversing a narrow ledge on the northern face of the peak, the drop to our left a bottomless abyss of swirling snow and darkness. The physical strain was starting to tear at me. My breath came in ragged, burning hitches, and the violet lines on my skin felt like they were vibrating against my very bones.Luciano was behind me, his hand constantly hovering near my waist to catch me if I slipped. I could feel the heat of his wolf through his heavy coat, a stark contrast to the freezing spray of the mountain."The scent of the East is getting stronger," Luciano called out, his voice sharp with a warning. "They aren't just following our trail. They’re circling around the eastern ridge to cut us off at the pass.""They can't shift on this ice," Leyton shou
Alanza’s POV"Can you hear me, or is your mind still lost in that purple fog?" The voice felt like a heavy rock dropped into a still pond. I dragged my eyes open. My vision was a mess of blurry shadows and flickering orange light. I wasn't in the stronghold anymore. The air was damp and smelled like old stone and moss. Every breath I took tasted like iron."She’s waking up," Luciano’s voice said. I felt a rough hand on my shoulder. I tried to sit up, but my body felt like it was made of lead. I was lying on a cold stone floor. Above me, the ceiling was low and jagged. We were in the tunnels beneath the mountain."Don't move too fast," Leyton warned. He was standing a few feet away, his back to us. He held a flashlight in one hand and a serrated hunting knife in the other. His shirt was torn, and a dark smear of blood ran down his arm. "What happened?" I managed to rasp out. My throat felt like I had swallowed
Luciano’s POV"If the Eastern scouts hit the tree line, I want them shredded before they can howl." I stood on the northern ramparts of the stronghold, my breath blooming in the frigid mountain air.Karlos was at my side, his binoculars fixed on the dark valley below. The scent of the Blue Storm pack was thick on my left, where Leyton’s men held the southern ridge. It was an alliance built on glass, held together only by the woman sleeping in the center of this rock."The wind is shifting, Luciano," Karlos said, his voice low. "I smell ozone and... something sweet. Too sweet." I stiffened.My wolf surged to the surface, his vision sharpening the shadows into shades of gray and silver. The sweetness hit me then. It wasn't the scent of a female in heat. It was a chemical cloy, a heavy floral mask meant to drown out the air. "The gas," I growled, turning toward the interior courtyard. "Leyton!"The Blue Storm
Alanza’s POV"I am not a prize to be hauled off to your mountain, Leyton."The words felt like stones in my mouth. I was sitting in the back of an armored SUV, wrapped in Luciano’s heavy leather jacket. We were moving at high speed toward a neutral stronghold in the jagged mountains. Outside the window, the dark trees of the Northwest were a blur. My skin was still buzzing with the aftershocks of the transformation. Those violet lines on my arms were glowing faintly in the dark of the cabin."You are a target, Alanza," Leyton said from the front seat. He didn't turn around. His voice was a low growl. "Every Alpha from here to the coast felt that scent explosion. The Council is already calling for an emergency session. They want to know if the Sovereign is a myth or a weapon.""She’s neither," Luciano snapped. He was sitting next to me, his hand resting near mine but not touching. He looked like he had been through a
Alanza’s POV"If you take one more step, I will burn this house down with you inside it."I wasn't shouting. My voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a deep, frozen lake. Reynaldo froze at the door. His eyes darted to the liquid violet metal dripping from my finger. The floorboards hissed where the ring touched them."You're a defect, Alanza," Reynaldo spat, though he didn't move forward. "You don't have the soul to hold that kind of power. Give me the artifact.""It’s not an artifact," I whispered.Inside me, the silence finally snapped. It wasn't Sombra waking up. It was Sombra opening the door. A surge of white-hot energy slammed into my spine. My ribs felt like they were being hammered outward. I fell to my knees, gasping."Alanza!" Luciano’s voice was a roar of panic. He reached for me, but a shockwave of purple light threw him back against the window.The
Luciano’s POV"Can I help who is next in line?"The voice is like a punch to my solar plexus. I have spent the last three weeks inhaling the ghost of her on unwashed pillowcases and lingering in the stairwell of her apartment building just to catch a stray note of vanilla and honey. Now, she is fiv
Alanza’s POV"You better keep your eyes on the road before you kill us all," Mars growled.I stared past his shoulder at the blurring green of the forest. The city was long gone. Giant pines crowded the edges of the pavement like a wall. My throat felt tight, like a physical w
Alanza’s POV“Are you... my wolf?”The words felt clumsy and ridiculous coming out of my mouth, like I was asking my Siberian husky if she could pay the rent. Yet, as the heat flushed my skin, my legs starting to tremble, I squeezed Sombra’s sturdy fur. She was the only solid thing in a world that
Alanza’s POV“Sombra, down,” I muttered.I tried to slide the strange, smooth crystal back into the nightstand drawer. Sombra darted. Her furry body wedged between me and the wood, a low, insistent rumble in her chest. I sighed, pulling my hand back. The crystal felt warm against my palm.“I’m just







