LOGINThe vision left Celeste shaken for the rest of the night.
She didn’t sleep again after waking in a cold sweat. Instead, she sat by the window in her room, wrapped in a thick blanket, watching the sky slowly lighten from black to deep grey. The mate bond hummed steadily in her chest. A constant reminder that Kaelan was awake too, somewhere in the packhouse, probably pacing or speaking with Ryke ab
The vision left Celeste shaken for the rest of the night.She didn’t sleep again after waking in a cold sweat. Instead, she sat by the window in her room, wrapped in a thick blanket, watching the sky slowly lighten from black to deep grey. The mate bond hummed steadily in her chest. A constant reminder that Kaelan was awake too, somewhere in the packhouse, probably pacing or speaking with Ryke about the elders.She hated how connected she felt to him.When morning finally came, Celeste made her way to the healing wing. The familiar scent of herbs and salves brought a small measure of comfort. Her mother was already there, quietly sorting dried lavender and feverfew into small pouches.Maera looked up as Celest
The days after the midnight meeting in the northern tower passed in a strange, heavy quiet.Celeste moved through Ravencrest like a shadow caught between two worlds. She no longer spent all her time locked in her room, but she also didn’t seek out company. Instead, she wandered the quieter parts of the packhouse, the small library with its dusty scrolls, the healing wing where her mother worked in tense silence, and the walled garden where winter roses still clung stubbornly to life.Kaelan gave her space.Or at least, he tried to.He was never far. She would feel the mate bond tug gently whenever he entered the same wing. Sometimes she caught glimpses of him standing on a balcony overlooking the training grou
The northern tower stood like a sentinel against the starless sky, its black stone walls cold and unforgiving. Celeste climbed the narrow spiral stairs alone, her heart hammering harder with every step. The thin cloak she had thrown over her smoke-stained dress did little to ward off the mountain chill or the deeper fear twisting in her gut.Midnight.Seraphine’s words still echoed in her mind. The elders are starting to panic. So was she.The almost-kiss in the garden, the terrifying vision of fire and Kaelan’s smile, the blood-stained ritual chamber beneath the packhouse, everything was accelerating too fast. She had spent the evening with her mother, Maera’s face pale and tight as Celeste whispered fragment
Celeste’s knees buckled the moment the vision released her.Kaelan caught her fully against his chest, one strong arm locked around her waist, the othercradling the back of her head. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of herdress, but for once the mate bond’s pull felt distant, drowned out by the terror still flashingbehind her eyes.“Celeste,” he growled, voice low and urgent. “whats wrong? Hey!”She clutched his tunic, her fingers digging into the fabric as she fought to steady herbreathing. The garden around them, the winter roses, the stone fountain, the cold mountainwind felt suddenly too small, too fragile. Like it could burn away at any second.“Fire,” she whispered, the word scraping out of her throat. “Ravencrest was burning. The skywas red. Two moons… in the daylight. Wolves were screaming on both sides. And you…”Her voice cracked. “You were standing in the middle of it all. Smiling at me.”Kaelan went rigid. His arms tightened around her, almost pain
Celeste had spent the entire day avoiding him like he was poison.She left her room only when she was certain Kaelan was locked in council meetings. She took her meals with her mother in the lower wing. She walked the long corridors with her head down and her head tucked beneath a plain hood. Every time the mate bond tugged at her chest, warm, insistent and hungry, she clenched her jaw and pushed it away.The kiss from last night still burned on her lips.She could still feel the ghost of his thumb stroking the back of her neck, the way his breath had mingled with hers, the low growl in his voice when he told her to stop running. Her body remembered every second of it. Her wolf remembered. And the bond… the bond wouldn’t let her forget for even one heartbe
The days blurred into a dangerous rhythm.Every morning, a fresh tray of food appeared outside her door, always her favorites, things her mother must have mentioned. Every evening, Kaelan found a reason to be near her. He never demanded. He simply appeared, filling every space she occupied until the mate bond felt like a live wire stretched between them, humming louder with every passing hour.She hated how her body had begun to anticipate him.At night now, Celeste couldn’t sleep. The visions were getting worse. They came faster now, sharper, like fragments of someone else’s memory forcing their way into her mind. She sat by the window in nothing but a thin white nightgown, her curls loose around her shoulders, staring at the dark silhouette of the mountains.







