Chapter 7—The Blackthorn Sanctuary

The forest began to thin, the trees growing taller and straighter, their roots weaving a natural path that led us deeper into the heart of the wilderness. Sunlight filtered through the canopy in sharp golden beams, cutting across the undergrowth and highlighting every movement in the woods. The air smelled different here—sharper, cleaner, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and ancient earth.

I walked between Kael and Damon, Lucian just ahead, my fingers brushing the edges of my coat as if I could cling to something familiar. My chest ached—not with fear, exactly, but with anticipation and uncertainty. The bond pulsed in my veins, a steady rhythm that matched my heartbeat, tugging me forward. It was insistent, a reminder that I could not go back, that I was no longer simply human in the way I once believed.

“You’ll need to stay alert,” Kael murmured beside me, his voice low and steady, though his golden eyes scanned the shadows with predatory precision. “Even here, in what should be sanctuary, threats exist. Not all packs are loyal, and some… some still believe I betrayed my father.”

I swallowed hard. “Even here?”

He nodded, eyes narrowing. “Even here. Trust doesn’t come easily to our kind. But you… you’re bonded. The bond protects you, but it also paints a target. Some will see you as a prize. Others… a weapon.”

I shivered at the words, though the pull of the bond made me lean into him unconsciously. His presence was grounding, and terrifying, and the ache I had felt since the night of the bond throbbed in response.

Lucian turned, smirk playing at his lips. “You’ll see the sanctuary soon enough. It’s a place of power. Of history. And if you’re lucky, you’ll survive long enough to understand what it all means.”

I blinked at him, unsure whether to feel intimidated or exhilarated. “Survive?” I echoed, my voice trembling.

He shrugged, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “Life here isn’t safe. But neither is life in the city. You’re just… stepping into a different danger now.”

The path finally opened into a wide valley, the sunlight spilling over a sprawling compound nestled between two hills. Stone walls, ancient and carved with runes that glimmered faintly in the light, enclosed the sanctuary. Towers rose at the corners, sleek and elegant, their silhouettes sharp against the morning sky. The gates were vast, made of iron and etched wood, bearing the emblem of the Blackthorn pack—a black wolf over a crescent moon.

My breath caught in my throat. “This… this is real?”

Kael’s hand brushed my lower back, guiding me forward. “It’s real. And it’s yours now, too.”

Damon’s gaze swept over the sanctuary, unreadable, before he added quietly, “This is where power is balanced. Where Alphas are tested, and where bonds are forged… or broken.”

Lucian smirked again, more playful than threatening this time. “And where you’ll learn the true meaning of being ours, little human.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. The bond tugged insistently, almost burning now. I felt it in my chest, my stomach, the ache in my thighs, and I knew—without a doubt—that every step I took toward the sanctuary tightened the connection between me and the three men beside me. I was theirs. And theirs only.

The massive gates opened at our approach, the sound of iron scraping against stone echoing like thunder. Guards lined the walls, their eyes sharp, ears twitching as if they could sense the bond from miles away. At the center of the courtyard, three figures waited. Not just guards, but elder Alphas—leaders of the Blackthorn pack, their presence radiating authority, power, and danger in equal measure.

Kael’s stride stiffened, his jaw tightening. “Stay close,” he murmured to me, hand resting at the small of my back. The others fell into formation, Lucian and Damon flanking me, their steps deliberate and controlled.

The tallest elder stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over me. His eyes, golden like Kael’s, seemed to pierce through me. “Kael Blackthorn,” he said, voice deep and resonant. “You have returned.”

“I have,” Kael replied, voice steady but carrying a low growl of warning. “And I bring… the mate.” His eyes flicked to me, and the elder’s gaze softened slightly.

“You are bonded,” the elder said simply, nodding. “The bond is rare, even among humans. It is sacred. And yet…” He studied me, his expression unreadable. “…there will be challenges. She is untested, uninitiated. She must learn the ways of our kind.”

I felt my stomach tighten. “The ways of your kind?” I whispered, glancing at Kael.

He pressed his thumb briefly to my hand, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Yes. You will learn. But we’ll be there. All of us.”

Lucian chuckled, low and amused. “Oh, you’ll learn fast. Faster than you think.”

Damon’s gaze swept over the courtyard, his expression calm but dangerous. “And once you do, little human… you’ll understand that the bond isn’t just a connection. It’s strength. Power. Survival. And love.”

The words made my chest ache. Love. A word I hadn’t allowed myself to even think in months, let alone believe could belong to me. And yet, here they were, three golden-eyed wolves of a kind I couldn’t fully comprehend, binding me to them in ways my mind had no answer for.

The elder stepped aside, motioning us forward. “Come. The council awaits. You will meet the others, and your training begins.”

As we walked into the heart of the sanctuary, the grandeur of the place took my breath away. Halls lined with intricate carvings told the story of the Blackthorn lineage—wars fought, bonds forged, Alphas risen and fallen. Statues of great wolves, carved from stone, lined the paths, their eyes glimmering faintly as if aware of every heartbeat, every movement.

Kael guided me through the main hall, his hand brushing mine from time to time, grounding me. Lucian and Damon moved in sync, always flanking me, their eyes scanning the shadows for threats. The bond thrummed stronger with every step, a steady pull that made my pulse race and my body ache with the magnetic energy between us.

We finally entered a chamber at the heart of the sanctuary, massive doors of carved wood etched with runes sliding open with a sound that resonated deep in my chest. The council members sat in a semi-circle—some human in appearance, others shifting forms betraying their wolf lineage. Their golden eyes assessed me in silence.

Kael stepped forward, placing himself protectively before me. “She is mine,” he said, voice low but carrying authority. “And yet… hers is a bond shared. You must recognize it. She belongs to all three of us.”

Murmurs rippled through the council, some approving, others skeptical. One elder, his fur tipped with silver, leaned forward, eyes piercing mine. “The human… bonded to three Alphas. This is unprecedented.”

“I am aware,” Kael replied. “And yet, she is ready. The bond recognizes her. She will survive… and thrive. With our guidance.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly aware that all eyes were on me. I felt small. But at the same time, I felt the bond thrumming, tying me to three of the most dangerous, beautiful, and impossible beings I had ever met. I felt the pull of their power in my chest, in my blood, in every nerve ending, and despite my fear… a flicker of courage sparked.

“I—I will try,” I whispered. “I’ll do my best.”

Kael’s eyes softened, and he gave my hand a slight squeeze. “You don’t have to try. You just have to be. We’ll guide you.”

Lucian leaned close, voice low and teasing. “And if you survive the elders’ questions… then maybe, little human, you’ll see just how intense being ours can get.”

I shivered, though the pull of the bond was no longer frightening. It was calling me forward, promising danger, excitement, and something I didn’t yet have words for.

Damon’s dark gaze met mine, steady and unyielding. “You are ours now. And soon, you will understand what that truly means. The bond does not simply tie us together—it strengthens us. Protects us. Guides us. And, in time, it will make you stronger than you ever imagined.”

I took a deep breath, letting the words sink in. The fear, the uncertainty, the ache in my chest—it was all part of the beginning. The journey, the bond, the world of the Alphas—it wasn’t safe. It wasn’t gentle. And it wasn’t forgiving.

But I had chosen this. Or maybe… it had chosen me.

The council watched silently, their golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. The air in the chamber thrummed with energy, the pulse of generations of Alphas, of power and legacy, running through the walls, the floors, the very stones beneath my feet.

Kael leaned down, his voice a whisper only I could hear. “This is the first step. Keep close. Trust the bond. Trust us.”

I nodded, heart hammering. “I… I will.”

Lucian’s smirk was right at my ear, teasing and dangerous. “Good. Because from here, there’s no turning back.”

And as the doors of the chamber closed behind us, sealing us within the heart of the Blackthorn sanctuary, I realized that life as I had known it was gone.

The bond had chosen.

And I… was theirs.