MasukVanda point of view.I heard my name before I even felt my body return.“Elena… she needs him.”The words echoed faintly, as though traveling through water. I recognized the voice, the place. The spirit realm. My wolf had been wounded, torn so deep that my body had slipped into the void to heal. Time moved differently there. Pain dulled. Thoughts blurred. But names—names carried weight, a power that cut through all else.Elena.The sound of it snapped something inside me, jolting my senses. I gasped and opened my eyes.Charles was already in the room, though I barely noticed the door opening until the creak reached my ears. He froze when our eyes met. Pale, sweat-slicked, his breath coming in short, uneven pulls. He looked like a man who had run a marathon carrying a secret too heavy to bear.“Calm down,” he said quickly, almost too quickly, his voice trembling despite his usual composure. “Please. Be reasonable.”The fact that he was begging told me everything. Charles never begged.
Elena point of view.There was no real choice.Zach stood across from me, fury radiating off him in sharp, tangible waves. His jaw was tight, teeth clenched as if he were trying to grind the anger into silence, knuckles white at his sides. He stared at the blood still glistening on the floor, at the place where his Alpha had fallen, and I could see the storm waging behind his eyes—rage, grief, disbelief. For a heartbeat, I feared he would lash out at me.I didn’t speak. I simply met his gaze. Silence can be a weapon if you wield it long enough, and I needed every second of it now.Seconds stretched. His breathing hitched, harsh and uneven, the kind that comes when you’re trying to fight against something you know you cannot. He paced a step, then froze, running a hand through his hair as though trying to scratch the thought of obedience from his mind. I watched every muscle in his body, waiting for him to explode, for everything to unravel.Finally, he exhaled sharply, a sound that se
Elena point of viewI hid the silver knife flat against my lower back, the cold pressing into my skin like a warning, a promise, a reminder of why I was here. In my hand, I held a cup of wine, the liquid dark and rich, and inside it, the poison Rosa had prepared—just a finger’s worth, enough to weaken him, not enough to stop him immediately. It was cruel, calculated, and necessary.I entered the house quietly, stepping over the threshold with the calm of someone returning home. Walter was already seated, his eyes scanning the room, but he didn’t notice me at first. He finished his meal, setting the plate aside. His glass was empty. Perfect.I moved toward him, deliberately slow, deliberately intimate, placing my hand over his chest. The steady beat of his heart thudded against my palm—too strong, too alive. My voice softened. “You can do anything you want right now,” I murmured, the words sweet and deceptively tender.Every syllable was a lie, but it dripped from my lips easily, becau
Elena point of view.Sleep didn’t come, no matter how I lay on the narrow bed. The shadows from the candle flickered against the ceiling, twisting like restless spirits. My mind wouldn’t quiet. This was never meant to be a long stay. My plan had been simple from the start—get in, eliminate Alpha Water quietly, leave without spilling a drop of blood across his territory, and be gone before Vanda ever noticed I was gone. Simple in theory, impossible in practice.Morning arrived too quickly, sharp and unforgiving. I rose, the cold floor biting at my bare feet, and made my way to the pack house. I already knew where Alpha Water kept his office—soldiers talk, and I had been listening carefully all night. I had memorized every detail, every guard rotation, every whispered conversation. Knowledge was my weapon.Alpha Water was there with his beta, Zach, the morning light highlighting their imposing figures. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to steady my voice. I told them everything,
Elena point of view.I couldn’t wait for the dawn. It was too late for waiting, too dangerous for hesitation. The candle flickered on the small desk, throwing shadows across the walls as I pressed my pen to paper. Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. I wrote slowly, carefully, as if the letter itself might save or doom me. Each sentence was a goodbye I didn’t have the courage to speak aloud. When I finished, I folded the paper, holding it to my chest for a heartbeat, memorizing the feel of it. Then I stood.Elizabeth was waiting, as always steady, as always reliable. I handed her the letter, my fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment. “Give this to Vanda when he wakes,” I whispered. “Tell him to read it carefully. Not just the words—read between them. He needs to understand everything without me saying it.”Elizabeth’s throat worked with unsaid words.She nodded, clutching the letter like it was fragile glass. I felt my pulse in my ears as I pulled my coat ar
Elena point of view.I sat on the cold floor long after Vanda left, my back against the wall, my knees pulled close to my chest. The room felt too large without him, too quiet. My thoughts kept circling the same question, over and over, until it hurt.How could I stop this without blood being spilled?Too many innocent lives had already been lost because of this title, this legacy, this weight that rested so heavily on Vanda’s shoulders. I wanted to call it foolish, cruel, unnecessary—but I couldn’t. Not when it meant everything to him. Not when it defined who he was and what he was willing to die for.The only plan forming in my mind was a terrible one. Reckless. Dangerous.I could die if anything went wrong.But for the first time, that didn’t scare me. What scared me was doing nothing and watching more people suffer while I stayed safe.I pushed myself off the floor and went downstairs. The smell of cooking met me halfway down—the warm, familiar comfort of home. Elizabeth stood by







