LOGIN“Fifteen against fourteen. I guess you’re staying then,” Lady Victoria said, and a wide grin spread across my face. I turned to the Beta—the man whose vote had just saved me. He smiled at me, and his handsome features, which the tension-filled moment had stopped me from noticing, dawned on me.
Before I could rush over to say thank you, he had already left. One of the elders who voted against my staying walked up to me. He was the same one who had come to inform me that the Alpha wanted to see me. “I hope my vote does not draw bad blood between both of us,” he said. “No, not at all,” I replied, lying through my teeth. If I could, at that moment, I would have spat on his face and then proceeded to tear him to pieces. “Good. You are a fortunate one. I don’t know if it is fate or if the Beta is drawn to you, but he never uses his vote in these meetings. He has only voted once—to save his sister from being removed as one of the healers. And for that, you should consider yourself incredibly—” “Wait. Is his sister one of the healers? Which one?” I asked, cutting him off. Before he could reply further, Lady Victoria ordered a guard to drag him away. “Careful of that one. He is a rather popular paedophile,” she said before leaving the room. I decided that if the Beta was a brother to one of the healers, Erin should know who I was, and I rushed outside to meet her. As soon as I stepped outside, I found her in an embrace with the Beta. I felt disappointed—or rather disheartened—and somehow also a heart-wrenching pang of jealousy. “Hi,” I managed to say to the Beta in a voice that failed to even mask my mini heartbreak. “You didn’t tell me the Beta was your boyfriend,” I said, trying to sound casual and unaffected. “What? No!” both of them exclaimed simultaneously, sounding embarrassed. “This is Gregory, my brother—elder brother,” Erin informed me. “Oh. I didn’t realize that. I saw you two and just assumed—” “We were lovers?” he said. “Nah. She’s just my little ugly, annoying sister.” Erin shot him a glare and said, “And he is my big-for-nothing brother whose ugly face has sentenced him to a lifelong spell of singleness.” “I am not ugly. I just haven’t found someone that deserves my godly aesthetics, right?” he said, turning to me, and I realized the question was directed at me. “Yes. Totally. You’re totally hot,” I blurted out, saying the first thing that came to mind. And that was how I truly felt about him. He was hot. “Ooooh,” Erin mouthed. “Things are getting spicy here, Chelsea. If I didn’t know you were so smitten with my brother, should I give you guys some space?” she teased. “Shut up,” I blushed, feeling embarrassed. “Chelsea. Is that your name?” Gregory, the Beta, asked. “I like it. It’s beautiful—just like you.” “Okay! That’s the height of it. We have to get out of here,” Erin said, dragging me away. As we walked away, my heartbeat gradually returned to normal after the unusual dance it had been doing since I started talking to Erin's brother. “What’s the Alpha’s deal? He seems to hate me,” I said. “How?” Erin asked. I knew she would find it hard to believe her beloved Alpha could hate me for no reason. It showed in the way she spoke about him—the silent reverence in her voice. “The way he looked at me, talked to me… he even threatened me,” I replied. “He did?” she asked. “Maybe he’s just wary of you.” “But you’re not. Neither is your brother. Maybe he’s not as nice as you think,” I said. “He’s the Alpha. That’s his job—being wary. Because if things go wrong, it would be his fault.” I was about to respond when someone ran up to us. “The elders want to introduce you to the pack at the hall,” he said. We followed him to another medieval-looking house, only this one was huge—really huge. Perhaps the biggest in the pack.Turner told me at breakfast, without any elaboration at all, setting his cup down with the particular deliberateness he used whenever he'd rehearsed exactly how much he intended to say and no more."Full pack assembly at midday," he said. "Please be there.""What's happening?" I asked, watching his face for any hint I might be able to read before he chose to give it to me directly."You'll see," he said, and that was the whole of it, no matter how many different ways I tried to ask again over the course of the morning.Erin was worse than useless as a source of information, though not for lack of trying to hide it. I found her in the kitchen not long after, humming to herself while she prepared a tray of something she insisted wasn't for me and refused to elaborate on further, practically vibrating with some secret she was clearly under strict instruction not to spoil."You know," I said, watching her closely."I know nothing," she said, entirely unconvincingly, her hands moving a lit
Turner knocked on my door before dawn, three quiet raps that pulled me out of sleep before my eyes had even fully opened. I was already sitting up by the second knock, some instinct in me tuned to the particular rhythm of his footsteps in the corridor, the way I'd learned to recognize the sound of his boots on stone from three rooms away over these past weeks.I opened the door to find him dressed for travel, a second cloak draped over his arm, the sky behind him still holding onto the last deep blue of night."Come somewhere with me," he said.He didn't explain further, and I didn't ask him to. There had been a time, not so long ago, when a summons like this—vague, unexplained, delivered before the sun had risen—would have sent my whole body into a defensive crouch, bracing for whatever unpleasant thing waited on the other side of it. That instinct had quieted in me slowly, over months, replaced by something closer to trust. I took the cloak from his arm and pulled my boots on withou
The days after Turner's declaration settled into something I hadn't expected—not a sudden shift in the pack's rhythm, but a quiet tying-off of every loose thread the war had left dangling.Victoria presented her case against the compromised elder privately, laying out everything she'd traced back to his connections with Jordan's network, and Turner removed him from the council without any public announcement at all, keeping the pack's stability intact rather than turning it into spectacle. The elder accepted it without drama, retreating to a plot of land on the outer edge of pack territory with the clear understanding that his silence going forward was the price of being allowed to stay at all. He kept it.The diplomatic accord with the southern pack was formalized not long after, Dama's representative and Victoria signing the agreement together in the same council chamber where everything else had been decided these past months. The second allied pack, leaderless and scattered in the
Erin delivered her verdict a week after the battle. "You're cleared for light activity," she said, and I had my boots on before she'd finished the sentence."Light," she said again, sharper. "Activity.""Noted," I said, already halfway to the door.Walking back out into the pack proper felt strange after a week confined to one room, and the effect of it on the wolves around me was immediate—shoulders straightening, murmurs of relief passing warrior to warrior as I moved through the grounds. A young sentry near the gate said, "Alpha," and the word carried more welcome in it than I had ever heard it hold before.I made my way through the pack systematically, the way I always did, checking every repair site, speaking with every warrior who crossed my path. I found Victoria first, and we went through the war report together—diplomatic status with the southern pack now fully secured, the remaining Silverclan alliance in tatters, the pack itself stable enough that she seemed almost relaxed
Three days after the battle, the pack settled into the slower work of recovery—repairing what fire and claws had torn apart, tending the wounded who still needed daily care, honoring the fallen with quiet ceremonies I found myself grateful to be included in rather than watching from a careful distance.I joined the repair crews without a second thought, carrying materials alongside warriors I'd trained beside for months now, and it struck me at some point during that first morning that I no longer felt like a guest here, or even a ward taken in out of pity. I moved through the work the way everyone else did, because I belonged to it the same way they did.Reo shadowed me through most of it, having apparently appointed himself my unofficial aide sometime during the battle's aftermath, and I found I didn't mind the company at all. In the evenings, once the heaviest work had wound down, I taught him a basic combat drill in the training yard, and his gratitude for it was so uncomplicated
Chapter Forty-FiveI was sitting up in the healing room, recovering faster than Erin had projected, when the border report reached me. Jordan had been sighted at the edge of a neutral pack's territory, in wolf form, and had not shifted back in two full days.The neutral pack's scouts described his behavior in careful, clinical terms—confused, circling, unresponsive to voice commands from his own remaining men, a wolf that no longer seemed to recognize the border between itself and the man who was supposed to command it.I had Victoria pulled from her own recovery work to look at the historical record before I said a word of it to anyone else."It's documented," she said, after a long moment studying the older texts. "When a Lunara's wolf dominates another wolf, and the lesser wolf refuses the submission rather than yielding to it, the wolf and the person can fracture. The wolf simply takes over. Permanently, in every case the old records describe.""Can he be helped?" I asked."He ref
“That went better than I thought it would,” Erin said as we sat down in her room, but I wasn’t paying attention. My mind was on Gregory, who was probably asleep in the next room. After Turner had put me in his care, he had moved me out of the shabby room I’d been staying in and into their own home.
The room was empty save for Erin, who had offered to get me some clothes and also show me to the pack house. I looked at myself in the mirror after Erin applied some concealer on my face to cover up the bruises.“You are really pretty, you know? You are going to turn heads here,” Erin said.“Thanks
CHAPTER FOURI forced my legs closed, infuriating the leader, and he gave me a sharp blow to my face, forcing blood out of my mouth.“Turn her over,” he said to his men, who were holding me as the others watched and let out excited howls. As one of his men placed his hands on my waist, meaning to t
Chapter ThreeAs the fire advanced, I wished I could wolf out and tear the ropes, or make my claws come out so I could free myself, but I couldn’t because I had not yet gotten my wolf, I wondered if I even had one. I was twenty-one—three years past the normal age for turning—yet I had not experien







