LOGINš„ Aron POVArria looked at me intently.Focused on something beyond my understanding.I felt nothing.No shift.No weight.No presence.Nothing.Not at first.Not even after several minutes.Eventually, she sighed.āIām not part of its network,ā she murmured absently.She wasnāt speaking to us.Just thinking aloud.A few more minutes passed.Still nothing.If it werenāt for the fact that Arriaās face was slowly losing color, I could have assumed she wasnāt doing anything at all.āItās not working the way I hoped.āAnger and bitterness intertwined in her voice.She was about to lean back against the chair, but Fenrir pulled her against his side instead.āPushing harder will only drain you,ā he told her. āExplain the results so far. We can come up with another idea together.āāYes.ā Melanie straightened in her chair. āWhat exactly is different now that makes you think it should be possible to make it work faster?āArria exhaled slowly.āAccording to the elves, my magic runs in my blood
š Arria POVThree more days was all we had left before we marched toward the portal, and the closer we got, the harder it became to ignore everything I still didnāt know.Fiona refused to surface, which meant I wouldnāt have access to the stronger, dominant form of a werewolf in battle.Worse, none of my experiments with plants had brought me any closer to understanding how the elves were planning to suppress Alaricās curse during the full moon.Šy unease grew with every passing day, and the need to do somethingāto be more usefulākept pulling me toward the one path that had always been mine alone to walk.To subjugate the thorns inside the enemy forces.Which was why, eventually, I found myself considering experimenting on Aron.Every other implanted person within the alliance had been observed and gradually influenced until their thornās loyalty shifted away from Vaerion.Aron was the only exception.Deliberately.Whenever anyone suggested otherwise, I took responsibility for him im
š¦ Melanie POVOur small miracle chose that exact moment to make itself known to the world.The sound of its heartbeat suddenly filled the room with a fast, rhythmic thud.We froze.My hand was still resting in Aronās.But his eyes were no longer on my face.They dropped lower.To the place where the invisible life was resting peacefully beneath my own heart.My free hand moved over my stomach before a thought could fully form.It was there.Truly.Not because Fenrir had said so.Because I could finally sense it for myself.For a moment, I was too stunnedāand at the same time too overwhelmed by the emotions surging through meāto think about anything else.My baby.The words echoed through my head in pure wonder as I unconsciously held my breath, completely focused on the rapid beat of its tiny heart.Then a barely noticeable twitch of fingers against mine pulled me back to the present.Aron.My attention snapped back to him.His eyes were still fixed on my stomach.His face carefully
š¦ Melanie POVI slammed the bond shut.I couldnāt take another feeling, another thought, another glimpse of something Aron had kept buried beneath that impossible calm.Not now.I didnāt know what to say, so I turned back toward the road and started walking.Aron didnāt ask a thing.Didnāt push.Simply fell into step beside me and walked home in silence.By the time we reached the house, I had convinced myself that work would help.It usually did.The documents I hadnāt finished reviewing about the distribution of medicines were still waiting for me on the table.I sat down, opened the first one, and began reading.But by the time I reached the end of the first page, I hadnāt absorbed a single sentence.My thoughts kept circling back.Again.And again.To everything I had felt through Aron.To everything I had refused to see before.Since the day the court had found him not guilty, Aron had changed the way he treated me.And I...I hadnāt.Not at all.The shared dinners hadnāt matter
š¦ Melanie POVAron finished presenting the plan for protecting the civilians in case part of the enemy forces attempted some kind of diversion.No one had anything else to add.No objections.No corrections.Perfect.I hated how easily the word came to mind nowadays.āDismissed.āFenrir ended the meeting with his usual lack of ceremony.Chairs scraped against the floor.Conversation rose in small clusters as people began filing out of the room.I stayed in my place, waiting for Arria.We hadnāt had a chance to talk properly since they had awakened her wolf, and everything I knew had come secondhand from others.Aron didnāt move either.I turned my head and gave him a critical look.I wanted some time alone with Arria.Alone being the important part.Ever since Aron had returned from his so-called sparring session with Fenrir, he had been attached to me like a shadow.If I went to the school, he walked me there, and when I came out through the gates later, he was already waiting for m
š Arria POVSeven days.That was all we had left until the full moon.Until the elven invasion.Until the war that would decide the fate of our realm.āWhy donāt we attack the palace before the full moon?ā one of the Alphas around the table asked.āIt would be easier to win without the elves supporting Vaerion and the King, wouldnāt it?ā another chimed in.āIt makes sense,ā several more agreed.āDivide the enemy and defeat one group after another.āA wave of small, approving nods moved around the table.āA prophecy was made a little over a month ago,ā I told them. āIt stated that on the full moon, the world shall burn.āUneasiness moved through the room.Several expressions tightened.Then one of the Alphas frowned.āA prophecy? Really? By whom? Werewolves donāt have prophets.āI turned my head toward him.āI see you already know the answer. It was made by an elf,ā I pointed out. āSo what exactly are you implying?āHe shifted uncomfortably beneath my scrutinizing gaze.āItās just tha
Chapter 6 The whip lay coiled on the stone bench beside Aron. For a moment, no one moved. The evening air felt colder than it should have been. The courtyard walls trapped the silence, pressing it down over all of us. I wanted to scream. To tell them how unfair it all was. How none of it had ev
5 days later When I arrived, the yard was empty. The laughter that usually greeted me was gone. Inside, the children were sitting in rows behind desks while an instructor stood in front of the room. āExtra lessons,ā one of the caretakers explained when she noticed me standing by the door. āThe
In the days that followed, changes began to appear everywhere. Patrols along the borders doubled. Training sessions started earlier and ended later. Warriors who had once joked with one another in the yard now moved with a sharper focus. At first the pack welcomed it. Strength always brings comfo
The pack was left in the hands of the Beta family. Again. And I was left to think about what to do from now on. There was a huge possibility that I would never be truly a werewolf. In fact, according to our history 18th was the last threshold. My parents' obsession with believing I had a wolf w







