LOGINThe snow turned red the second our packs slammed together, and the man I killed was there to watch me bleed.
Fresh flakes fell heavy as we hit the river clearing. My wolves spread out fast, growls mixing with the rush of water. I gripped my blade tight, already tasting the fight.
“Stay tight!” I shouted to Jax and Finn beside me. “Protect the flank. Do not let them push us into the water!”
Jax wiped snow from his eyes. “They came out swinging tonight, Eamon. Twice as many as last time. You see their Alpha yet?”
“Not yet,” I called back, ducking a leaping wolf. “But he will show. Keep moving!”
The battle exploded around us. Steel rang against claws. I shifted quick, silver fur ripping through my clothes as I tore into the first Shadowfang fighter. My jaws closed on his shoulder. He yelped and went down.
“Push them back!” Finn yelled from my left, his brown wolf slamming another aside. “For Stormridge! Do not give an inch!”
I spun and slashed at two more coming at me. “Jax, behind you! Take the gray one!”
“Got him!” Jax roared, crashing into the enemy. “These bastards fight like they have something personal. You think it is because of you and their new leader?”
“Focus!” I snapped, ripping through another. Blood sprayed across the fresh snow. My wounds from before pulled but I ignored them. My people needed me sharp. I cut down a big wolf trying to flank our line. “Mira, get the injured back! Do not let them pick us off!”
Mira’s voice carried over the chaos from the rear. “Already on it, Eamon! You watch your own back. You are bleeding again!”
I did not have time to answer. The fight pushed us closer to the riverbank. Snow stuck to my fur as I took down another. Growls and shouts filled the air.
Then I felt him.
Ronan stepped out from the trees on the far side, eyes locked on me like nothing else existed. My heart slammed hard. I shifted back to human form without thinking, blade ready. He did the same, moving like a predator through the snow.
“You came,” I shouted across the distance. “Ready to finish what you started last night?”
He laughed low, circling closer through the battling wolves. “You still talk too much, Eamon. I came to watch you break.”
We crashed together in the middle of the fray. Fists first, then we both shifted. My silver wolf met his massive black one head on. We circled tight, fangs bared, the world fading around us. The mate bond flared so strong it made my head spin. Everything else blurred. The river noise, the howls, the fighting. Just him and me.
“Why hesitate?” I growled through the link. “You had me pinned before. Do it now if you hate me so much.”
Ronan snarled, his black fur bristling. “You think I forgot? Your face when you killed me. The bond snapping. I remember every second, you bastard.”
“Then strike!” I snapped back, lunging but pulling short at the last moment. The pull between us held me back. “Stop playing games and end this.”
He circled again, amber eyes burning into mine. “You feel it too. This thing between us. It makes me sick. I should tear your throat out right now.”
“Do it then,” I shot back, voice rough. “Or are you scared the bond will stop you?”
For a heartbeat neither of us moved. The bond screamed louder than the battle. His muscles tensed. Mine did too. Snow fell on us both as we stared.
“You do not deserve an easy death,” he growled. “I want you to suffer like I did.”
Before I could answer, arrows whistled through the air from the ridge above. Not from our packs. A third group. One grazed Ronan’s shoulder deep. He jerked with a sharp yelp.
“Ambush!” I barked. “Third party on the ridge! Everyone down!”
Ronan spun toward the new threat. Without thinking I leaped forward and slammed into him, shielding his body with mine. A blade sliced across my side from one of the hidden attackers who had closed in fast. Pain exploded hot and deep.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ronan snarled, shifting back to human form under me. His hands gripped my arms. “Get off me, Eamon!”
“Shut up and move!” I gasped, blood soaking my shirt fast. “Those are not my wolves. Not yours either.”
Jax’s voice cut through. “Eamon! Fall back! We got incoming from the trees!”
Finn shouted right after. “They are everywhere! Who are these guys?”
Ronan hesitated, eyes wide with conflict. His hand pressed against my bleeding side for a second. “You idiot. Why shield me?”
“Because the bond would not let me do anything else,” I admitted through clenched teeth. “Now finish it or help me. Your choice.”
He cursed under his breath. “This does not change anything.” But instead of killing me he grabbed my arm and started dragging me away from the main fight, toward the thick trees on the Shadowfang side.
His wolves howled in confusion nearby. “Alpha! What are you doing?” one called out. “Leave him! Kill the Stormridge dog!”
“Shut your mouths and hold the line!” Ronan roared back without stopping. “I handle this one myself.”
I stumbled beside him, pain making my vision spotty. Snow crunched under our boots. “You dragging me to finish me quiet? Or you finally admitting you feel it too?”
“Keep talking and I will drop you here,” he muttered, but his grip stayed firm. “Why did you jump in front of that blade? After everything, you still protect me?”
I laughed weak, blood dripping into the snow. “Ask the bond. It pulls harder than your hate. You felt it when we circled. Tell me I am wrong.”
Ronan glanced back at the chaos. Arrows still flew. His pack clashed with the mystery attackers now too. “This third group changes nothing. I still want you broken.”
“Then why pull me away?” I pressed, voice rough as he hauled me deeper into the trees. “Your wolves sound pissed. They think you lost it.”
He stopped short behind a thick trunk, eyes blazing. “I should kill you right now. End the bond for good.”
“Do it,” I challenged, meeting his stare. “Or admit you cannot. Not yet.”
His jaw clenched hard. “You do not get to die easy. Not by their hands.”
Shouts echoed behind us. “Alpha Ronan! Where are you going with him?”
“Back to the fight!” he yelled over his shoulder. “I will deal with this traitor myself.”
I gripped his arm, breath coming short. “Traitor? You are the one who came back from the dead. Tell me how.”
“Not now,” he growled, dragging me further. “Your pack is calling for you. Hear them?”
“Eamon!” Jax shouted distant. “Where are you? Answer us!”
Finn joined in. “He took him! The black wolf took Eamon!”
Ronan kept moving, my blood marking the snow behind us. “They will not find you tonight. I decide when this ends.”
The trees closed around us. Pain throbbed in my side but the bond burned hotter. He saved me. Dragged me away instead of ending it. His own wolves howled in total confusion as we vanished deeper into the shadows.
Whatever came next, the line between enemy and something more had just blurred bad. And I knew the real storm was only starting.
The battle raged around the ancient stones. Snow turned crimson under our feet. Wolves snarled and clashed in every direction. Garricks dark magic pulsed through the ground like a living thing. It tried to pull at my mind again. The black fog hovered at the edges but I pushed it back. Ronans presence at my side helped anchor me.We fought as one. My claws raked through twisted enemy wolves. Ronan tore into them with brutal efficiency. Our bond thrummed strong. It guided our movements. Made us stronger together than apart."Stay close." Ronan growled through the link. His wolf form brushed against mine. Powerful. Protective.I snapped at an attacker aiming for his flank. "I am not going anywhere."Garrick stood at the center of the ruins. His hands wove dark threads of magic. "You think the truth saves you? I strengthened that curse years ago. Made sure you would kill him. Watched the packs tear each other apart for my gain."Ronan roared and lunged forward. I followed. We broke throug
The ride to the old ruins stretched long and tense under a gray sky. Snow fell lightly. Our joint force moved as one uneasy unit. Stormridge and Shadowfang wolves rode together but kept distance. Growls rumbled whenever someone stepped too close. Ronan kept me at his side the entire way. His horse matched mine step for step.My body still carried marks from last night. The bite on my shoulder throbbed. His scent clung to my skin. Every shift in the saddle reminded me of how deep he had taken me. How full he had left me.Thorne rode on my other side. His expression stayed grim. "This parley smells like a trap. Garrick does not offer talks. He offers graves.""I know." I kept my voice low. "But we need to see what he wants. The ruins hold old power. Answers maybe."Ronan glanced over. His amber eyes burned. "You stay behind me at all times. No hero shit. If the blackouts hit you there I will drag you out myself."The protectiveness in his tone surprised me. It mixed with the usual threa
The Shadowfang stronghold rose out of the mountain like a jagged claw. Dark stone walls loomed high. Torches flickered in the wind. The gates opened with a groan that echoed my own unease. Our mixed group rode in under heavy guard. Stormridge wolves clustered tight while Shadowfang warriors watched us with open hostility.Ronan led the way without a word. His back stayed rigid the entire ride. But his scent wrapped around me constantly. Reminding me of the chamber. Of his body pressed hard against mine. Of his release still lingering inside me.We dismounted in the central courtyard. Thorne stayed glued to my side. Mira had joined us at the border with a small healer team. Her sharp eyes scanned me immediately. She could sense the bond. She always could."Alpha Ronan." She addressed him with careful respect. "Eamon needs proper care for that wound. And rest."Ronan turned. His amber eyes flicked over me. "He stays in my quarters. No arguments. I need him close."Thorne bristled. "Like
The ride to the border was silent except for the crunch of snow under hooves and the occasional growl from the wolves flanking us. My body still ached in the best and worst ways. Ronans cum dried on my inner thigh. My hole felt tender with every shift in the saddle. He rode ahead. Back rigid. Never once looking back. Like if he ignored me long enough the bond would finally snap.It did not.Every time the wind shifted his scent hit me harder. Dark pine. Smoke. And raw alpha musk. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin. Wanting to press close. To submit. To bite. I hated how much I wanted it.Thorne rode beside me. Jaw tight. "You look like hell." He muttered. "And you smell like him. What the fuck happened in that chamber?""Later." I said quietly. My side wound pulled with every breath. But it was healing faster than it should. Mate bond perks I guessed. Or curses.Ronans beta. A scarred woman named Seline. Shot me a murderous glare every few minutes. The Shadowfang wolves outnum
The bond that should have stayed dead was about to drag us both under in the worst way possible.A loud bang on the cell bars jerked me awake. My side still throbbed but the bleeding had slowed. A Shadowfang guard stood there scowling.“Alpha wants you upstairs. Now. Move.”I got up slow, chains rattling. “What is going on? He finally ready to kill me?”“Shut your mouth and walk,” the guard snapped, unlocking the door and yanking me forward.They marched me up into the main hall. Ronan waited by a side door, arms crossed, looking like he had not slept.“Bring him in here,” Ronan ordered, nodding to a private chamber. The guards shoved me inside and left, door slamming shut.I rubbed my wrists. “You pull me out just to stare? Or did something happen?”Ronan paced once. “Garrick and his third pack hit both our territories last night. Raids on supplies, burned outposts. We need to talk terms. Temporary ones.”“Temporary alliance?” I laughed. “After you locked me up and promised to destro
The second Ronan slammed the cell door, I knew the real fight was just starting between us.Cold stone pressed against my back as I slumped on the floor of the reinforced cell deep under Shadowfang’s main hall. My side burned from the fresh wound, blood still seeping slow through the rough bandage. The air felt thick, heavy with damp earth and his scent everywhere. I could barely lift my head, but I forced my eyes open when his boots stopped right outside the bars.“Look at you,” Ronan said, voice low and sharp. “Weak. Bleeding. Exactly how I pictured this.”I stared up at him through the iron. He stood tall, arms crossed, those amber eyes burning with everything he had held back in the trees. The man I thought I lost forever. “You dragged me here instead of killing me out there. Why? Just to talk?”He gripped the bars tight. “Talk? No, Eamon. I want answers. Why did you kill me that night in the war? Tell me straight. Was it easy for you? Did you feel nothing when your claws went in?







