FAZER LOGINThe fortress was quiet in the early morning, but not empty.
Aria woke before dawn, as was her habit. The wind drifted through the open window, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. She rose slowly, letting the warmth of the small hearth brush her skin. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach — soft, steady, and pulsing with the tiny heartbeat she had come to know as her own miracle.The sensation had become almost second nature now. She could feel its rhythm, subtle but insistent, threading through her magic and tying her to the pack in ways she was only beginning to understand. There was a faint hum in the air, a resonance that wasn’t hers alone. It was distant, delicate, like a thread stretching across the walls of the fortress, brushing lightly against the hearts of those she loved.
Kieran stirred behind her, sitting up in the bed, eyes still heavy with sleep. “You’re awake,” he murmured.
“I couldn’t slee
The morning broke slow and warm, sunlight spilling over the fortress walls in gold and amber streaks.Aria awoke to the faint, insistent rhythm beneath her palm — the tiny heartbeat of the life she carried. It pulsed in time with her own, soft but undeniable, and the awareness of it filled her with awe and something deeper: hope.Kieran was still asleep beside her, chest rising and falling steadily. She watched him for a long moment, marveling at how grounded he seemed, how steady, how alive. The memory of the battle, the fear, and the prophecy all felt distant now, softened by this fragile miracle that had grown between them.She rose quietly, careful not to disturb him, and stepped to the window. The courtyard was already alive with movement — the pack stirring in the dawn light. Wolves in human form walked with new purpose, their steps lighter, their eyes brighter.A faint ripple of energy brushed against her, subtle at first, like a breeze s
The morning air carried a soft hum, faint but unmistakable.Aria felt it immediately as she stepped into the courtyard. It was subtle at first — a vibration in the air that tugged at the edges of her consciousness. Yet as she walked among the pack, the sensation grew, threading through her like a pulse in the veins of the world itself.She stopped near the training ground, observing Lena as the young woman worked with a pair of apprentices. There was a lightness to her movements, a grace that hadn’t been there before, almost as if something deep within her was stirring awake.Aria’s chest tightened. She had sensed the first hints yesterday, but now it was more than a whisper. The life growing inside her — small, fragile, and brilliant — was already beginning to touch the pack.Kieran appeared beside her silently, as he always did. He followed her gaze to Lena, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. “You feel it too?&rdqu
The fortress was quiet in the early morning, but not empty.Aria woke before dawn, as was her habit. The wind drifted through the open window, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. She rose slowly, letting the warmth of the small hearth brush her skin. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach — soft, steady, and pulsing with the tiny heartbeat she had come to know as her own miracle.The sensation had become almost second nature now. She could feel its rhythm, subtle but insistent, threading through her magic and tying her to the pack in ways she was only beginning to understand. There was a faint hum in the air, a resonance that wasn’t hers alone. It was distant, delicate, like a thread stretching across the walls of the fortress, brushing lightly against the hearts of those she loved.Kieran stirred behind her, sitting up in the bed, eyes still heavy with sleep. “You’re awake,” he murmured.“I couldn’t slee
Dawn came softly, as if the world itself was afraid to wake too loudly.The first light slipped through the curtains of the Alpha’s chambers, touching the tangled sheets, the curve of Aria’s shoulder where she rested against Kieran’s chest. His arm was still around her, protective even in sleep. The rhythm of his heartbeat, deep and steady, had lulled her through the night — the sound of safety after too much silence.For a long moment, Aria didn’t move. She simply lay there, feeling the weight of the new life beneath her heart. The world seemed sharper now — every breath of air charged with quiet magic, every sound edged with clarity.Something had changed.The fortress walls that had once seemed cold and scarred by battle now pulsed faintly with life. She could feel it in the threads of the bond that tied her to the pack — thousands of hearts beating in sync, their energy brighter than before. Wolves slept peacefu
vThe days after the prophecy dream unfolded in a strange kind of stillness.The pack moved through the rhythms of recovery — rebuilding walls, reforging alliances, gathering under new oaths of loyalty. Yet beneath it all, the air shimmered faintly with something unseen. A soft, invisible hum that only Aria seemed to feel.It began subtly.A faint warmth in her palms when she healed a wounded wolf. The scent of rain and lilac that followed her, no matter where she went. The moonlight seemed to favor her more each night, brushing her skin like a living thing. And always, that steady pulse beneath her heart — gentle, persistent, and unfamiliar.She tried to ignore it at first.She told herself it was the aftershock of magic, the exhaustion of too much power channeled too fast. But then came the dreams — not of prophecy or ruin, but of light. Silver light. Soft laughter. The echo of something small and bright stirring in her soul.
The night after the runes burned out, the fortress felt caught between heartbeats.The pack slept lightly, the air thick with the residue of fear and wonder. Outside, the forest whispered — not with wind, but with something older. Something watching.Aria sat by the long mirror in her chamber, the moonlight turning her reflection almost ghostlike. The silver mark on her collarbone shimmered faintly, the same sigil that had flared during the battle — the crest of the Luna Witch. She traced it absently, remembering how it had burned when she’d faced Damien.The bond pulsed softly through her — warm, steady, familiar.Kieran’s heartbeat brushed the edge of her mind, a steady rhythm in the dark.When the door opened, she didn’t turn. She felt him before she saw him — the quiet authority that filled the room, the heat of his presence threading through the air.“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was low, still rough from the day’s exhaustion.“Neither could you,” she murmured.He came to stand beh







