INICIAR SESIÓNNatasha made it to her chambers before her composure cracked.She closed the door behind her, leaning against the solid wood as her chest heaved, not from exertion anymore, but from the ache clawing through her. Her muscles burned from the spar, a welcome distraction from the deeper pain throbbing in her chest.He pinned you. He had you beneath him, and you wanted...She shoved the thought away, pushing off the door to pace the small room. Her skin felt too tight. Her wolf paced beneath the surface, restless and agitated, whining for something Natasha refused to give."You need to settle," she muttered to herself, but the words rang hollow.She moved to the window, pressing her palm against the cool glass. The training yard was still visible from here, tiny figures moving through their drills, Damien's dark head among them.Her wolf surged forward without warning.For one breathless moment, she let it happen. Let the animal rise, filling her senses with sharpened sight and hearing, wi
Dawn crept over the Shadow Fang territory in pale ribbons of gold and pink.Damien had not slept.He stood at the edge of the training yard, his boots damp with dew, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the first warriors filter in for their morning drills. His wolf paced beneath his skin, restless and agitated, pushing him toward something he could not name.She is here.He felt her before he saw her. The bond hummed faintly, a thread pulled taut between them despite everything.Natasha emerged from the warrior's entrance, her brown hair pulled back in a tight braid, her green eyes sharp and alert despite the shadows beneath them. She wore fitted training clothes, black pants and a dark fitted top that allowed for movement. Several warriors nodded in greeting, and she returned their acknowledgments with a curt incline of her head.She had not seen him yet.Damien watched her stretch, his gaze lingering on the line of her neck, the curve of her waist, the practiced efficiency
The walk back to her chambers felt endless.Natasha kept her pace measured, her spine straight, ignoring the few pack members she passed in the corridors. None of them spoke to her. Whether from fear or pity, she could not tell. Maybe both.The moment her door clicked shut behind her, the mask cracked.She leaned back against the heavy wood, her breath coming in shallow bursts. Her hands trembled at her sides. The fire she had felt in Damien’s office, the righteous anger that had carried her through the argument, deserted her all at once, leaving only a hollow ache.Stupid. So stupid.She pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes, fighting the burn of tears she had refused to let fall in front of him. Her wolf paced beneath her skin, restless and agitated, keening for a mate who felt miles away despite the bond still connecting them.The silence of her chambers pressed in around her.Natasha pushed off the door, her legs unsteady as she moved toward the bed. She sat heavily on t
The week that followed settled over the pack house like a suffocating fog.Natasha threw herself into training with a ferocity that startled the warriors. She arrived at the yards before dawn, often still in wolf form from her nightly runs, and drilled until her muscles screamed. She sparred with Gideon until both of them were drenched in sweat, until her knuckles were bruised and her breathing ragged.Hit harder. Move faster. Don't think.Thinking led her to places she could not afford to visit. The execution. Selene’s face. Damien’s cold eyes across the great hall.Do not think about him.But the bond hummed constantly in her chest, a quiet, persistent ache that refused to be ignored. She felt him in the back of her consciousness, a shadow presence she kept at arm’s length through sheer will.They did not speak. Did not look at each other. She timed her meals around his schedule, slipping into the dining hall when he was in meetings, taking food quickly from the kitchen when she cou
The week that followed settled over the pack house like a suffocating fog.Natasha threw herself into training with a ferocity that startled the warriors. She arrived at the yards before dawn, often still in wolf form from her nightly runs, and drilled until her muscles screamed. She sparred with Gideon until both of them were drenched in sweat, until her knuckles were bruised and her breathing ragged.Hit harder. Move faster. Do not think.Thinking led her to places she could not afford to visit. The execution. Selene’s face. Damien’s cold eyes across the great hall.Do not think about him.But the bond hummed constantly in her chest. A quiet, persistent ache that refused to be ignored. She felt him in the back of her consciousness, a shadow presence she kept at arm’s length through sheer will.They did not speak. Did not look at each other.She timed her meals around his schedule, slipping into the dining hall when she knew he would be in meetings, grabbing food from the kitchen whe
The great hall had been transformed.Gone were the feast tables and decorations from the previous night. In their place stood four wooden posts driven into the stone floor, each fitted with iron restraints.The condemned knelt before them.Selene, her granddaughter Brynn, and two household servants who had aided their conspiracy. Their faces were pale, drawn, resigned.Natasha took her seat in the second row, behind the elders. She wore a simple dark dress, no jewelry, no ornamentation. Her hands rested folded in her lap, her posture straight but not rigid.Damien entered from the side door, his expression carved from granite. He moved to the front of the hall and turned to face the gathered pack members. The room fell silent."The crimes of treason and conspiracy against the Shadow Fang pack have been proven beyond doubt," he announced, his voice carrying through the chamber without effort. "Under pack law, the penalty is death."Natasha did not flinch. Did not move.Her eyes fixed o







