MasukI watched Cassian walk through the Solas common room and noticed something I had not seen in the three years I'd known him.He looked like himself.Not the golden boy. Not the performance. Not the armor. Himself, underneath all of it, which turned out to be someone who stood differently when he wasn't carrying the weight of his own expectations.He wasn't checking who was watching him or adjusting his expression whenever someone approached. He simply walked through the room, acknowledged a few people, and continued toward the exit.It was subtle, but I noticed.Cassian had spent years trying to be the person everyone expected him to become. His father's approval, his rank, his reputation, and his future had always seemed to occupy space in his head. Even when he was relaxed, some part of him remained guarded.Recently, that guard had started to come down.I suspected I knew why.I fell into step with him on the way to the training yard."You look different this morning."He glanced at
I sat at my desk reviewing Cain's evidence photographs.Thinking about what came next. And whether what came next included the thing I had been thinking about since the greenhouse conversation when Cassian said “that's not the only reason you stayed.”The photographs showed student records, intake forms, and handwritten notes documenting Cain's experiments. We had enough evidence to raise serious questions, and Maren had finally opened an informal council inquiry. But Cain was still at the academy, and I had no idea how much he already suspected about me.My suppressant compound was also becoming less reliable. The bond kept interfering with it, and every attempt to control the situation seemed to create another problem.I had spent days thinking about possible solutions. None of them addressed the one thing I was increasingly afraid to admit: perhaps I didn't want to suppress the bond forever.The door opened.Cassian came back from a late Solas meeting."What did it cover?" I asked.
I woke at 3 AM from a dream I could not remember.Only the feeling of it. A sense of purpose that was not mine and a love that absolutely was.I sat up in the dark and tried to remember. The dream dissolved like smoke through fingers.I was left with the residue and no way to tell where one ended and the other began.For several minutes, I remained still, waiting for another piece of the dream to return. I remembered the warmth of someone's presence, the certainty that I needed to protect something precious, and the strange conviction that I had been given a task I couldn't afford to fail.But there was no face. No voice. No clear beginning or end.I pressed my fingers against my temples, frustrated by how easily my mind had emptied itself.It wasn't the first time I'd woken like this since my return. The dreams came irregularly, leaving behind emotions that felt too strong for something I couldn't remember. Sometimes I woke feeling guilty. Other times, I felt peaceful in a way I coul
Ascension Trial Stage Three—Strategic Dominance.The assessment required senior alpha candidates to demonstrate strategic leadership in a simulated multi-pack conflict scenario. It was the most complex of the three stages and the one I had been technically best prepared for my entire life.I stood at the assessment room's entrance.My father was waiting for results. Soren was watching. Maren was evaluating.Val was in the gallery.I had never cared less about the first three and more about the last one.The room beyond the entrance had been arranged to resemble a military command center. A wide table occupied the middle, its surface displaying a detailed map of the simulated territory. Small markers represented pack units, supply routes, enemy positions, and vulnerable settlements. Screens along the walls showed updates as the scenario progressed.Three evaluators sat behind a raised desk. The panel chair, an older alpha with decades of military experience, studied me as I entered."A
I sat in my office the morning after my secondary ward registered an intrusion.Corbin stood by the door, waiting for instructions. I reviewed the footage of what was taken. They had photographed the clipboard data. The intake forms. The student names in the margins.I was not angry.I had expected this. I had adjusted for it.The intrusion had been recorded at 2:13 a.m. The ward registered an unauthorized presence, activated its delayed response, and alerted me to the breach. By the time I reached the office, the intruders were gone.Efficient.Not particularly original, but efficient."The security team has reviewed the corridor footage," Corbin said. "The faces weren't captured clearly.""How unfortunate.""Should we increase patrols?""No."He hesitated. "Sir?""If we increase patrols immediately, we tell the intruders they found something worth protecting. Let them believe their access went unnoticed."Corbin nodded, though I could see he didn't entirely understand.That was acce
I sat in my seat and kept my eyes on my notes with focused attention.The words on the board were clear.My concentration wasn't.Two days.It had been two days since Cassian kissed me.Nothing had been officially said.Nothing had been announced.Nothing had been defined.But the bond knew.My wolf knew.And judging by the steady warmth coming through it, so did his.I forced myself to focus on the professor."Partial acceptance does not necessarily mean a completed bond," Professor Hale explained, pacing slowly across the front of the classroom. "But it does create a significant behavioral shift. Once both parties consciously acknowledge the bond, maintaining emotional distance becomes increasingly difficult."A few students murmured.Someone raised a hand."Does that mean they become dependent on each other?""Not necessarily," Professor Hale said. "Dependence and bond recognition are different things. A healthy bond should not erase individual identity. In fact, resisting that dis
The training grounds were alive with tension. Everybody seemed uneasy on the field. They were about to be introduced to something they've never undertaken so their worry was expected. But weakness was not tolerated.Dominance challenges weren’t just a tradition at Dominion Academy—they were law. I
The great hall buzzed with conversations. It seemed everybody was curious about who they were about to be sharing a room with.And from the look of things, I wasn't the only fresher. There were some people with bags. Obviously they didn't have to run away from their homes to be here.Students gathe
The night swallowed me whole.The moment my feet hit the dense forest beyond my father’s estate, I forced myself not to look back. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to put as much distance between myself and my former life as possible. But I couldn’t afford reckless speed. Not yet.I kept my st
The grand hall was suffocating.Rows of wolves in formal attire stood along the edges of the large room, their whispers moving through the air like a curse I couldn't shake. My father, Alpha Rhen, stood tall at the head of the room, his sharp gaze scanning the gathered pack members before settling







