LOGINSo that’s why.The thought settles slowly, like something finally clicking into place.That’s why he was looking at her like that.Why his expression kept shifting every time he looked at her.Why there was something tight in him… something he couldn’t hide no matter how controlled he tried to be.She is his mate.I exhale quietly, my chest still feeling a little tight.The Alpha of Silverfangs finally left.He didn’t have a choice.He was the one who brought up wolf law. He was the one who tried to use it to take her back. But the moment Calix said those words… everything changed.“She’s my mate.”He couldn’t argue against that.Not without breaking the same law he was trying to use.Calix made it clear too. Calm. Firm. Like there was nothing else to discuss. Like pushing further would only make things worse for him.So he left.But the tension he brought into the room hasn’t fully gone with him.I can still feel it.It lingers in the air, heavy and uncomfortable.Now it’s just the t
We walk quickly through the hallway, our footsteps echoing against the walls. I can barely keep up with Calix’s pace. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t look back. There’s something in the way he moves—tight, controlled—that makes my chest feel uneasy again.Marcus is right beside him.“The Alpha of Silverfangs,” Marcus says, his voice low but firm. “He’s here for the girl.”My stomach tightens immediately.For a second, I don’t even breathe properly. It feels like something just dropped inside me.He’s here.For her.Fear creeps in before I can stop it. Not loud. Not overwhelming. Just… there. Sitting quietly in my chest.“Where are they?” Calix asks.“The throne room.”Of course.We don’t stop walking.My fingers curl slightly at my sides as we get closer. I don’t even know what I’m expecting, but my body is already tense. My mind flashes back to her—how she looked when she woke up, the way her hands shook, the way she kept looking at the door like someone would walk in at any second.He
I lie there with my eyes closed, but my mind keeps moving. It won’t slow down. Every time I get close to drifting off, it pulls me right back.Draven.That forest.His voice.Mine.Orphe.The word sits there, stuck in my head like it belongs there, like it’s always been there and I’m only just noticing it now.I turn on the bed, then turn back again, adjusting the pillow, pulling the blanket up, pushing it down. Nothing works.My eyes open.The room is still dark, quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing beside me.I turn my head slightly and look at her.She hasn’t moved.Not even once.I swallow and look away, back up at the ceiling.Two of them.Two Dravens.My chest tightens again, and I press my lips together.“Stop,” I mutter under my breath.But it doesn’t stop.Why him?Why now?Why again?I close my eyes again, forcing myself to breathe slower, trying to empty my head, but it feels impossible.At some point, the darkness shifts.The room grows lighter.Morning.I let
Night comes quietly.The room grows darker little by little, the last bit of light slipping through the curtains before disappearing completely. Lamps are turned on at some point, but it still feels dim. Calm on the surface.She hasn’t woken up.Not once.I sit beside her for a long time, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, waiting for something to change. For her fingers to move. For her eyes to open.Nothing.Just silence.Eventually, I force myself up.I take a quick bath, letting the water run over me, hoping it would clear my head the way it usually does. But it doesn’t do much this time. My mind stays busy and restless.When I step out, I dry off and change, then walk back into the room.She’s still the same.Still.Quiet.I walk to the bed and climb in, careful not to disturb her. The mattress dips slightly under my weight. The space is big enough that I’m not too close, but still close enough to reach her if anything changes.I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling
We walk back into the room.It’s quieter than before.Marcus straightens where he stands by the door, his eyes flicking between us before settling back into place. We walk into the room.My gaze goes straight to the bed.She’s still there. Still. Too still.For a second, nothing happens.Then—Her fingers twitch.It’s small. So small I almost think I imagined it.But then her breathing changes.I move without thinking, stepping closer to the bed. My heart starts picking up again, that familiar tightness settling in my chest.“Calix…” I say quietly.He’s already looking.Her brows pull together faintly. A soft sound slips from her lips—barely there, like she’s trying to speak but can’t.Then her eyes open.It’s sudden.Wide.Disoriented.For a moment, she just stares at the ceiling like she doesn’t understand where she is.Then her gaze shifts.It lands on me.And everything changes.Fear floods her face so fast it makes my chest tighten. Her breathing turns uneven, sharp. She tries to
I step out of the room quietly, pulling the door closed behind me.Marcus is standing a few steps away, arms crossed, eyes alert. He turns the moment he hears the door.“Where is Calix?” I ask.“In his office,” he says. His gaze flicks briefly to the door behind me. “How’s she?”I exhale softly. “Still unconscious. I cleaned her up and changed her clothes.” My fingers curl slightly at my sides. “The injuries are really bad.”His jaw tightens just a little.“No idea who she is?” I ask as I start walking.Marcus falls into step beside me.“Not yet,” he says. “But right after we stepped out, one of the guards came running.”I glance at him.“Three men showed up at the gate,” he continues. “Asking if a girl ran in here.”My chest tightens.“So Calix told me to stay back and guard the room,” he adds. “He went to deal with them.”I nod once.“They’re in his office now.”I don’t slow down.“Okay,” I say. “Go back and stand guard at the door. Don’t let anyone near her.”Marcus nods without he
The door closes behind us with a soft thud.The air inside feels thicker. Not heavy in a choking way, but old—like it has been breathing long before I ever existed. My wolf shifts uneasily under my skin, her senses stretching out first, cautious. The place smells like earth, dried herbs, smoke, and
“Why her?” I whisper. “She was my best friend.”I watch his face change.The drop in his expression mirrors the way my stomach fell the day everything shattered. There’s no pretending he didn’t feel that. His wolf reacts too—I sense it, that low, wounded confusion rippling through the bond we never
Like they say, if you want to conquer the villain, you go the extra mile to prove your point.That thought settles deep in my chest the moment I open my eyes.The room is quiet, the early morning light barely slipping through the curtains, but my mind has been loud all night. I didn’t sleep. Every
DRAVEN I’m sitting close to the shore, far enough that the waves only reach my boots when the tide swells. The cigarette burns between my fingers, forgotten, smoke drifting into the night air. I should feel calm here. This place has always been mine when my head gets too loud. Tonight, it does no







