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"Where are they?!" Beta Gavin’s voice slammed through the quiet like a thunderclap. Gavin stood over the small mahogany table, his knuckles white against the wood as he glared down at Rina. His dark hair was disheveled, his tunic stained with dirt and blood from the High Summit arena. "You said you had the answer! You stood in that doorway and swore on the ancestors that you knew how to pull Elias back from the veil! Where are the ancient texts, girl?!" Rina shrank back against the doorframe, her fingers clutching her apron tightly. "I... I don't..." "Don't lie to me!" Gavin roared, taking a threatening step forward, his hand dropping instinctively to the hilt of his longsword. "My Alpha is lying on that bed dying! His soul is detaching from his flesh as we speak! Doctor Thorne gave us three days, and we've already lost hours! If you came up here to play games, or if you're trying to fool us with kitchen tales—" "Gavin, stop!" Jace’s voice cut through the room, quiet but carryin
The silence that clung to the High Summit Grounds was not the quiet of peace, but the suffocating stillness of absolute terror. Fifty royal archers remained pressed face-down against the cracked granite floor, their bows discarded in the dust. Beta Verrin lay crumpled forty feet away in the crater of shattered masonry where he had been hurled, groaning through broken ribs. High Council elders, regional Alphas, and even Lord Blackwood himself were pinned to their knees, their limbs paralyzed by the lingering, divine weight of the Royal Silver Wolf’s command.In the center of the twenty-foot sacred silver chalk ring, the colossal Blood Moon wolf lay collapsed on his side. His midnight-black fur, once radiating an unyielding aura of pure sovereign power, was rapidly staining crimson. Thick, dark blood pooled beneath his ribs, pouring from the jagged tear left by the black dragon-glass dagger.Beside the fallen beast, Lady Alora...the Eastern female Alpha...rose slowly to her feet. Blood
"One more step, Blood Moon!" Verrin’s voice echoed across the stone arena, high and hysterical. "One more move, and I slit his throat right here on the border! Step out of the circle and forfeit the crown, or watch your precious Null die!" Lord Blackwood sneered from the raised balcony, his voice filled with cold, cruel delight. "Finish it, Verrin! Cut the abomination's throat and end this farce! He is nothing but trouble to us!" "Shut your mouth, Blackwood!" Beta Gavin shouted, drawing his longsword as he moved toward the perimeter. "This is a sacred duel under High Council law! Verrin, lower that blade before I take your head!" "Stay back, Gavin!" Verrin shrieked, pressing the silver edge deeper until Jace whimpered in his sleep. "I swear by the Blood Moon, I’ll drain him dry! One step forward from anyone, and he dies!" "Verrin, stop this madness!" Lord Alaric of the Eastern House yelled from the stands. "That boy is a ticking time bomb! You are going to get us in trouble.
The thunder of ceremonial war drums echoed off the ancient granite amphitheater of the High Summit Grounds, vibrating through the cold mountain morning. High above the stone pit, hundreds of regional Alphas, Betas, and elders gathered along the tiered benches, their heavy gazes locked onto the center of the ring.In the middle of the arena, the High Council elders had drawn a twenty-foot circle in crushed white silver chalk.At the eastern archway stood Alpha King, clad in gold-trimmed leather armor, a heavy silver broadsword slung across his back. His dark eyes glinted with arrogant amusement, his aura oppressive and suffocating.At the western archway, Elias stepped into the light. He wore only simple black trousers, his broad chest bare, scars running down his golden skin. In his human form, his eyes remained sightless and milky pale, navigating the arena purely by scent, sound, and the primal vibrations of the earth.At the edge of the royal dais, Lord Blackwood...Elias's father..
The morning light filtered through the tall, arched windows of the stone mansion, casting soft amber rays across the grand mahogany bed. Jace opened his eyes slowly, the searing agony of his Null heat completely gone. In its place was a deep, soul-soothing warmth radiating from the fresh, permanent mark on the side of his neck, a golden-red crescent bite that bound his spirit to the Blood Moon Alpha forever.Beside him, Elias lay propped against the dark silk pillows in his human form. His broad chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his pale, sightless glass eyes staring softly toward the ceiling in the quiet dark of his perpetual human sightlessness.Jace blinked his eyes open, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he looked up. "Elias...?""Shh, I'm right here, Little Wolf," Elias whispered softly, his deep voice carrying a velvety rumble that vibrated straight through Jace's chest. "Tell me... how are you feeling?"Jace raised a trembling hand to his collarbone, his fingers gently trac
"I am here to save your life!" Gavin insisted, his tone rising with desperate emotion. "Facing the Alpha King in a duel to the death on the High Summit? Elias, that is suicide! The King has held the crown for years he is a battle-hardened Lycan warrior! Even with your wolf awakened and your sight restored in wolf form, you are walking into an execution!" Gavin gestured toward the door. "Cancel the challenge, Elias. Choose one of the Luna candidates from the selection. Take your rightful place as Alpha Lord of the Northern territories, lead our pack as you were born to do, and let the council deal with the Null!" Elias turned slowly. His newly restored golden eyes narrowed into slits of pure, unyielding steel as he stared directly at the direction of his Beta's voice. "Choose a Luna?" Elias asked, his voice dangerously quiet. "Spend the rest of my life sitting on a throne, pretending my soul isn't bound to the boy lying on that bed? Do you honestly think a crown means anything to







