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CHAPTER 28 — KALEN

Author: Avery
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-05 15:09:40

The corridor leading from the Ironshade guest wing toward the Summit hall was wide and filled with the low hum of movement—guards shifting into positions, pack representatives crossing paths, aides hurrying with folders and tablets. Every scent, every energy, felt sharper than usual, almost painfully defined.

But none of it held Kalen’s focus.

His mind—and wolf—were already locked on the presence hovering on the far side of the building.

Eira.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to keep walking, boots striking a steady rhythm against polished stone tiles. Rowan walked beside him, quietly reviewing the morning schedule from a tablet.

“You’ll be meeting with Silverpine first,” Rowan said. “They want to revisit the resource agreement. Again.”

Kalen nodded stiffly, though it was barely an acknowledgment. His wolf pressed hard against the inside of his skin, claws raking for release—not in anger, but in restless, feral need.

He inhaled slowly.

And there it was.

Her scent.

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  • Bound in Silver Flames   CHAPTER 34 — KALEN

    The forest was quiet, moonlight slanting through the trees, painting silver streaks across the mossy ground. Kalen’s boots made barely a sound as he watched Eira retreat down the path, the soft rhythm of her steps pulling at him like a thread he couldn’t ignore. His wolf growled low in his chest, impatient, restless, and urgent. Follow. Claim. Speak. His wolf demanded. Kalen clenched his fists, trying to force the wolf back under restraint. Control. Always control. But lately that control has been slipping, particularly in her presence. He hesitated, the words forming, nearly escaping. He shouldn’t. The stakes were high. The Summit. Their packs. The rules that governed Alphas and daughters of Alphas alike. But the pull—the thread that had started coiling around him the moment he saw her last night—was too strong. “Eira,” he called softly, careful not to startle her. She paused mid-step, glancing over her shoulder with caution, the moonlight catching the silver sheen in her hair

  • Bound in Silver Flames   CHAPTER 33 — EIRA

    The forest was almost silent, save for the soft whisper of wind through the pines and the steady rhythm of her boots against the mossy earth. Eira pushed herself harder, needing the movement, needing to burn off the tension that had coiled in her chest since the day’s Summit meetings. Sleep was impossible—not with her mind racing, not with Kalen’s presence lingering like a phantom at the edges of her thoughts. The moon hung high, casting silver light across the trail. She slowed briefly at a bend in the path, glancing around. The forest was empty—or so she thought. “Eira.” The voice was soft, familiar, and her chest tightened at the sound. She turned sharply, heart hammering, and there he was: Kalen Draven, standing just ahead on the path, framed in moonlight, still in his Alpha poise, still utterly magnetic. She froze. “You… shouldn’t be out here,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady, though her pulse betrayed her. “Neither should you,” he replied quietly, his gaze flickin

  • Bound in Silver Flames   Chapter 32 - Eira

    The hallway outside the council chamber felt colder than it should have—too sharp, too quiet, as though the air itself was holding its breath. Eira walked quickly, her father and the Crescent Fang delegation falling into step around her, but she barely heard their murmured conversations. All she could hear was the echo of the question her father had thrown across the table. “Would a mating bond between Crescent Fang and Ironshade alter the treaty?” The room had gone silent. Her wolf had gone still. And Kalen—Kalen had kept his expression unreadable, but she had felt the way his wolf lunged toward hers like a shadow pulled by a gravity neither of them controlled. Now, outside the suffocating chamber, the weight of that moment hadn’t lessened. If anything, it pressed harder against her ribs. Her father walked beside her, face carefully neutral, but she could feel his eyes flicking toward her, measuring her silence. Jasper hovered behind them, tense and watchful, as though expecti

  • Bound in Silver Flames   CHAPTER 31 — KALEN

    The room emptied slowly, each Crescent Fang delegate moving with the stiff politeness of people tiptoeing around a live wire. Kalen remained seated, posture rigid, jaw locked, every muscle in his body held taut. It wasn’t the politics that had his wolf pressing claws against his skin. It wasn’t even Alpha Thornwind’s blunt suggestion—spoken with the calm of a man throwing a lit match into a forest. “Perhaps future bonds should be considered strategically… between our packs.” A calm statement with heavy consequences. A statement aimed directly at him and at Eira. But what truly clawed at him was the moment she met his eyes after her father’s words—defiant, fierce, wounded, and something else he couldn’t quite name. Something that reached straight into his chest. The oak doors closed with a soft thud behind the last adviser. Only Ironshade remained. Rowan watching him carefully. A handful of their high-ranking officers shifting uncomfortably, scenting the tension. Kalen finally

  • Bound in Silver Flames   CHAPTER 30 — EIRA

    The Crescent Fang meeting chamber had always felt large to her—wide stone walls, high windows spilling sunlight, a round table meant to symbolize equality between packs. But as Ironshade entered, as Kalen took his seat directly across from her, the room suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Too aware. Her wolf pressed beneath her skin, restless, pacing. Not now, Eira warned silently. But Veyla only rumbled, a low, ancient hum. He is close. Her father greeted Kalen with a formal nod, his tone deceptively calm. “Alpha Draven. Ironshade’s presence is always noted.” Kalen dipped his head in return, expression neutral but eyes sharp—too sharp. They flicked to her for a fraction of a heartbeat. It was brief, controlled, but enough to send heat rushing up her spine. Her father noticed. Of course he did. The opening formalities passed quickly—territorial updates, trade paths, the stability of the eastern border, and Ironshade’s proposed patrol collaboration. They spoke efficiently, direct

  • Bound in Silver Flames   CHAPTER 29 — ROWAN

    Rowan had attended hundreds of political meetings in his lifetime—treaty reviews, alliance negotiations, territorial disputes, trade disagreements—but never once had he been more aware of the man sitting beside him. Kalen Draven was not himself. Not entirely. On the surface, he presented as he always did: sharp, controlled, the perfect blend of lethal calm and alpha authority. But Rowan had known him since they were boys training together in Ironshade’s back mountain rings. He knew Kalen’s ticks, his rhythms, his silences, his storms. And something this morning was wrong. Very wrong. They had already sat through meetings with Silverpine, Nightclaw, and Emberfall, with each Alpha displaying their usual mix of ambition and posturing. Rowan kept the notes, steered the conversation where subtle diplomacy was needed, and reinforced boundaries when the others attempted to push too far. Normally, Kalen and he moved as a seamless unit. Today, the rhythm was off. Badly off. In the fir

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