로그인This must be another nightmare.I thought I had misheard him.The silence around each second expanded, and nobody moved to fill it.Skylar had gone very still against the wall.Several guards had glanced toward Damon with the instinct of people checking whether the thing they were witnessing was about to require them to do something.Slade continued before anyone could interrupt.Somehow, I found it hard to breathe.He offered details. Small, specific. A river with a particular bend. A village set into the hillside. A field of yellow flowers that apparently appeared every spring on the slope above the houses.None of that awakened my memory. I simply stared, frozen.He went on.A colour I had supposedly loved as a child.A scar near my left shoulder that he described vividly.A nickname. Two words. Soft. The kind of name someone gives a child they are fond of.I pressed my fingers together at my sides and tried to feel something.Recognition. A surface memory. Anything at all.Nothing
The morning felt steady for the first time in weeks. Birds chirping, wind howling softly against a sunny day. If I were a day old, I’d say this was a lovely day. But I wasn’t and every day I remained in Silvercrest was a day of survival and far from lovely.Reports and supply disputes and patrol schedules had Skylar across the table from me. A cup of tonic in her hand and a clipboard in the other. She delivered on the pack bureaucracy that made the endless paperwork almost bearable.“This enforcer,” she said, holding up a report without looking at me, “has filed a complaint about the eastern rotation for the fourth consecutive week.”“Is he wrong?”“He’s completely right. That’s what’s annoying about it.” She set it down. “Write the adjustment.”I wrote the adjustment.The morning continued just like this. And honestly, it was my favorite part of the day. Spending time with Skylar and being useful.I threw myself into it with the focused energy of someone using work to avoid thinki
Damon’s study was dark, except for the fire casting shadows against the walls.He removed his jacket, set it aside, and stood at the desk for a moment. Silence settled around him. His wolf preferred the thought of hazel eyes and ebony, wild hair. He preferred war.Lately, his wolf won.Pulling his fingers through his hair, he paced and shoved his fingers deep into the roots until his hair was wild again.Why did she question everything? He kept pacing.And why did he tolerate it? After minutes of trying to cage the forbidden thoughts that had tormented him for weeks, he paused. A thundering sound dragged through his chest.The pain in his ribs registered properly for the first time since the confrontation in the eastern corridor. Someone had tried something small and fast during the political banter. Thankfully, Aurora had excused herself to use the ladies’ room. For some reason he didn’t want her around… violence. He chuckled suddenly, as he poured himself a drink. If you reall
The journey back was quiet, at first. Just the dark road and the sound of the vehicle moving through it and the wind blowing against the wheels and windows. I leaned my head back against the seat and looked at the ceiling, allowing myself to be tired for the first time since morning.Outside, the trees swayed in the dark. The estate’s silver banners had disappeared behind us long ago. Silvercrest was still an hour away.The silence stretched. Heavy with the weight of everything the evening had asked of both of us.It made me wonder about the man sitting in front of me. Despite the distance he kept between us, he seemed to fill every corner of the car. He looked absolutely terrific in formal suits. His usually untamed hair had been pushed back neatly, exposing more of his blue eyes. There was something unearthly in them. It made me want to know what he was thinking. I tried to focus on the trees, but it was impossible to. Each second made the space between us smaller. If I focused
We arrived at the estate faster than I had expected. Apparently, it was one of Damon’s family estates, and I saw immediately why it had been chosen for the gathering of the most powerful alphas.It was built to make everyone feel the same thing.Small.Ancient stone, the colour of something that had been standing long before any of the packs currently existed. Towers at each corner, silver banners hanging from the highest points — neutral territory’s mark, belonging to no pack, claiming no allegiance. Guards at every visible entrance from at least four different packs, identifiable by their insignia, moving around each other with the professional courtesy of people who had been told to cooperate and were doing so ruefully.The estate’s windows were lit. Even from the road I could hear the gathering, many powerful people in formal proximity, conversation layered over conversation, the clink of glass, the undertone of politics dressed as pleasantry.We arrived late.Every eye watched
There was a shift in the air the next morning. The alpha’s home came more alive. Every corridor drifted with a new urgency, servants carrying things from one room to another, guards rotating more frequently at each wing. Documents were being sealed and organised in the study. Travel arrangements discussed in voices just low enough to be official.It seemed the whole pack was preparing to be seen.And I was a part of the preparation that required the most work.Caia arrived at my quarters before I had finished breakfast.She came with two assistants and an armful of ceremonial garments. Her expression belonged to someone assigned a task beneath them.“We have two hours,” she began, setting the garments across the chair with precise hands. “The other Lunas will have been preparing for gatherings like this their entire lives. We don’t have the advantage of time so we’ll have to be efficient.”We?As though we were in this together, I thought. Annoyed. Then I set down my cup, stood, and
Border control was not what I expected.When Skylar offered me a job I was excited to do something. It was getting tiring sitting in my room, hearing too many voices or none at all. Silvercrest’s border stretched across seventeen miles of mixed terrain – forest, ridges, river crossings, and a stre
The alpha’s house was unreasonable.That was the only word I had for it. It wasn’t grand. That word felt like an understatement. His home was large. And ancient but in a beautiful way that made me think of royalty. It suited him. Dark. Mysterious. Glorious. Three days ago, I was moved here.I s
Skylar sat cross-legged on my bed like she’d been doing it for years. I wasn’t sure when this had become normal – her appearing off-duty, settling into my space as it fit her, talking about things that weren’t pack business or training reports. It had happened gradually, and it felt good. “Caia
Skylar found me the next morning. She appeared at my door with a careful expression. Like someone who had news they weren’t sure how to deliver.“The spy,” I said, before she could speak.She looked at me. “How did you know that’s why I’m here?”“Because it’s the only thing unresolved from yesterd







