LOGINThe 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 i
Celeste’s throat burned raw as the sound finally died, leaving only the echo ringing in her ears and the heavy silence of the library pressing down on her. Her body trembled violently, silver energy still crackling faintly at her fingertips like dying embers. Books lay scattered across the floor where they had flown off the shelves. One lantern had shattered, glass shards glittering on the stone.She couldn’t breathe.Her chest heaved, lungs longing for air, but the vision clung to her. And then the shift to Ravencrest’s halls, Kaelan’s regretful eyes as the markings beneath the mountain pulsed with corrupt hunger.It felt so real. Too real.“Celeste.” Seraphine’s voice cut
The hall was still in silence awaiting Kaelan's answer. Leira was still offering a polite smile. She was beautiful, strong, clearly trained in leadership and combat. Under different circumstances, Kaelan might have considered the political advantage.But there was only one woman who occupied his thoughts now.He rose slowly, bowing his head with genuine respect. “Luna Elara, your daughter Liera is a lovely woman. Strong, poised, and clearly worthy of any alliance. I am honored by the offer. However, I already have a mate. The Moon Goddess has bound me to Celeste Ashveil. I cannot, and will not, take another.”A ripple of surprise moved through the gathered Asheville nobles. Liera’s expression remained composed, though a flicker of disappointment crossed her
The road to Asheville stretched long and winding through the neutral territories, the road is a place packed earth flanked by dense forest on one side and rocky outcrops on the other. Kaelan rode at the head of a small, carefully chosen contingent, Ryke at his right, two trusted warriors behind them, and no banners to announce their presence. Diplomacy demanded subtlety, especially with tensions rising after the recent raids.His black stallion moved with steady power beneath him, but Kaelan’s mind was miles away, back in Ravencrest. Back in the garden.Celeste.The memory of her pressed against the stone wall refused to fade. The way her soft body had melted into his, the sweet, needy moan that had escaped her lips when he had deepened the kiss, the way her hips
The library smelled of aged leather, dust, and faint traces of cedar.Celeste sat at the long oak table, an old book and script opened in front of her thats She had not been reading for the past hour. Her fingers traced idle patterns on the yellowed page, but her mind was elsewhere, caught in the garden, pressed against the cool stone wall with Kaelan’s body heat surrounding her, and his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that had left her trembling and aching for hours afterward.She hadn’t slept properly since that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his hands on her hips, heard the low growl in his throat when she had whispered don’t hold back. The bond in her chest still bloomed warmly whenever she thought of him, a golden light that refused to dim no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
The cave smelled of blood, smoke, and his failure.Thorne sat on a cold rock near the dying fire, staring into the embers as if they could burn away the images seared into his mind. The raid had been a slaughter. His people, the ones who had trusted him, who had followed him into the night with desperate hope lay dead or dying in that mountain pass. Garrick’s shocked face as the sword went through his chest. Lira clutching her throat as blood poured between her fingers. The young warriors he had trained personally, cut down like wheat before the scythe.And he had run.He had left them there.The guilt was eating him from the inside, clawing at his ribs, choking his throat. He had always believed he was
The garden was quieter than usual that night.Celeste walked the moonlit path with her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, the cool air doing little to calm the heat still simmering under her skin. Her lips tingling, body aching, the bond humming warmly in her chest like a flame she couldn’t extinguish.She shouldn’t want him.She shouldn’t still feel the ghost of his mouth on hers, the way his large hand had gripped her hip, the low growl in his throat.But she did.Exhaustion finally pulled her back to her mother’s room. Maera was already asleep, breathing steady and deep. Celeste slipped under the blankets beside her
Kaelan didn’t think.The moment Celeste turned away from him in the garden, something primal and desperate snapped inside his chest. The bond still blooming warmly from their previous kiss flared wit
The wine burned a slow, familiar path down Kaelan’s throat.He stood alone on the shadowed terrace overlooking the eastern gardens, a half-empty cup dangling from his fingers. The night air was crisp
The garden felt smaller today, as if the stone walls had crept closer overnight, determined to trap her inside her own conflicted heart.Celeste sat on the familiar stone bench where Kaelan had once given
Kaelan’s POVThe council chamber smelled of aged wood, polished stone, and the faint metallic bite of old blood that had soaked into the foundations generations ago.







