ELARA POVPredator Territory — MorningI wake with the phantom feel of his lips still lingering on mine.Zane is gone. The room is empty. But his presence clings to the air like smoke. On my skin. In my lungs.It’s maddening, how something so soft, so quiet, can unravel me more than a thousand scars ever could.I lift my fingers to my mouth, brushing over the skin he kissed. Last night wasn’t just a kiss. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t comfort.It was a surrender, a warning and a promise, and I’m not sure which one of those frightens me more.…The high hall is quieter than usual when I sit across from Amber at the long stone table. The morning sun filters in through the carved arches, catching the edges of the tapestries. She has a scroll open in front of her, her tea steaming, her eyes scanning me more than the words.Fresh bread. Dried meats. Mint and elderflower in my cup.None of it touches the strange heaviness in my chest.“You’re distracted,” she says plainly.“I slept fine.” I rea
ELARA POVPredator Territory Later That NightSleep doesn’t come.Not because of nightmares. Not because of unease.But because for the first time in weeks, I don’t want to forget the way tonight felt.The quietness in the ring. The way his voice broke when he said he missed us. The look in his eyes when he realized I wasn’t turning away.The way his hand hovered near my cheek like I was something sacred. Something lost and found all at once.I’m still wrapped in the weight of it when a soft knock lands at my door.Three taps.Light and careful but I already know it’s him.I sit up slowly. My fingers tighten on the edge of the blanket.I don’t owe him anything. Not tonight. Not anymore.But still… I open the door.Zane stands there, holding a mug in both hands. His shirt is clean, though wrinkled and loose like he grabbed it in a rush. There’s a faint line creased along his cheek from the couch cushion. He hasn’t slept either.“I figured…” he starts, his voice low. “If you’re awake, y
ELARA POVPredator Territory — Just Past MidnightI find Zane in the training ring again.After the warning from Skull, everything has been quietToo quiet.The cold mountain wind whips through the trees, carrying the metallic scent of blood, the smoke from the outer guard posts… and him. He’s shirtless, again. Not because he’s training. Not because he’s reckless.Because he’s angry.His fists slam into the wooden post in brutal rhythm, each strike echoing across the quiet grounds. His knuckles are already split, blood staining the old tree.He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t flinch. He just keeps hitting like it’s the only thing tethering him to the ground.But I see the tension in his shoulders. The rage beneath the surface. The pain he’s not saying aloud.And I feel it, burning in my neck.That damned mark reacting to him like it always does. A tug beneath the skin, subtle but insistent.“Zane,” I say as I step into the ring.He doesn’t look at me right away. His fists still. His back rises
ELARA POV The council chamber of Predator Pack is built into the mountain itself. At the head of the room, Declan sits in his carved stone seat. Amber and Elias flank him on either side, their faces unreadable. They look like statues carved from the mountain itself, firm, immovable, and silently dangerous. And standing at the center of it all… is Zane. Unarmed. Unflinching. Completely exposed. But he isn’t alone. Dozens of warriors line the edges of the chamber, eyes locked on him. Every person in this room is alert, waiting for a single wrong breath. He isn’t trusted here. Not yet. Maybe not ever. He’s Moonstone. A son of the Alpha who kidnapped their daughter. The former promised mate of Grace Nightshade. And now? He’s my mate. The father of the child growing inside me. I stand off to the side, arms crossed tightly over my chest, willing my face to remain unreadable. But the bond on my neck betrays me. It hums with awareness, reacting to him, like a fire refusing to die. D
ELARA POVThe howl fades into the night air, now loud enough for everyone to hear.Zane.How he managed to get so close without tripping the outer wards, I have no idea. Maybe he made a deal. Maybe he forced someone’s hand. But I know one thing with absolute certainty, he’s here.And it makes my heart pound in ways that it shouldn’t I find Elias first, standing alone at the top of the northern wall. His posture is tense, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stares into the shadows beyond the treeline.“You heard it,” I say as I step up beside him.He doesn’t look at me, but he nods. “He’s just beyond the wards. Not moving. Waiting.”“Let him in.” I turn to him slightly Now he does look at me, eyebrows raised. “You’re sure?”“No,” I admit, wrapping my arms around myself. “But I need to know what he wants.”Elias studies me for a beat. Then he turns and signals the guards below. “Ten minutes. If you’re not back, I’m coming after you.”I give him a nod, even though my heartbe
ELARA POVZane’s voice lingers in my head longer than I want it to. Every time I try to shake him off, his words settle like fog in the back of my mind. I throw myself into training to push it away.Amber has us running combat drills from dawn until sunset. My limbs ache, my palms are blistered, and still, I stay on the field, repeating the same forms over and over.I’m not doing this to prove anything.I’m doing it to forget.To stop feeling like I’m somehow still tethered to him, no matter how far I run.“You’re too tense,” Amber says quietly, sitting beside me during morning meditation. Her posture is perfect, her eyes half-lidded.I don’t look at her. “I’m fine.”“You’re distracted.” She hums“I said I’m fine.” I snap back at her She hums. “You’re still tied to him Elara.”I exhale through my nose. “I know.”Her tone stays light. “Still want him to reject you?”The answer sits in my throat like a stone. “Yes.”Amber doesn’t press untill I add, softer this time, “No.”She opens on