เข้าสู่ระบบThe bond had not quieted since dawn.Natasha felt it like a second pulse beneath her ribs—Damien's presence threaded through her veins, stubborn and insistent, refusing to fade even as the hours stretched and the camp settled into its wary routine.She could sense him across the camp without looking, the way his wolf prowled beneath his skin, restless and caged. The sensation coiled low in her belly, a heat that had nothing to do with the training fires burning at the camp's edge.She thrust her blade forward, and Gideon parried with a heavy sweep that sent vibrations shuddering up her arms. The massive warrior barely grunted, his dark eyes steady and focused, but she caught the faint approval there.He came again—faster this time—and she pivoted, letting his momentum carry past her as her edge kissed his ribs in a controlled strike."Better," Gideon rumbled. "Your hips are rotating too early on the second form. Wait for the weight transfer."She nodded, resetting her stance.Sweat tr
The eastern sky had barely begun to lighten when Damien returned.Natasha heard him before she saw him, the crunch of boots on loose gravel, the low murmur of voices as warriors parted to let him through.She turned from the fire, her body tensing instinctively, every ache and exhaustion sharpening into alertness.The bond flared between them, hot and urgent, and her breath caught at the raw intensity pouring through it.Damien emerged from the tree line like something forged in the fires still smoldering on the northern horizon.Blood caked his chest and arms, most of it not his own. A shallow gash across his ribs had already closed, leaving only a pink line against his bronzed skin. His dark hair was matted with sweat and ash, his crystal-blue eyes burning with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.He moved through the camp with the controlled prowl of a predator still in hunting mode, every muscle coiled, every sense alert.Their eyes met across the clearing.The bond pulsed,
The shift ripped through Damien like a storm breaking.One moment he was steel and sinew, sword wet with enemy blood—the next, bone cracked and reformed, flesh rippled and split, and a massive dark wolf surged forward where the Alpha had stood. His fur was black as the forest around them, eyes burning crystal-blue in the firelight. The transformation took less than a heartbeat, and then he was running, claws tearing gouges into the earth as he launched himself into the enemy's crumbling front line.Behind him, the Shadow Fang warriors followed. Forty bodies twisted and reshaped in the smoke-choked darkness, human cries dissolving into savage howls. Wolves of grey and brown and brindle poured through the camp, fangs bared, muscles coiled with lethal intent. The sound of it was primal—snarls and snapping jaws, the wet tear of flesh, the crunch of bone beneath powerful muzzles. The night itself seemed to recoil from the violence.Damien's jaws closed around the arm of a warrior still fum
The forest swallowed them whole.Damien moved at the front of the column, his body cutting through the darkness like a blade itself. Forty warriors followed in his wake, their footfalls muffled by damp earth and years of training. The moon hung low, a pale sickle offering just enough light to see by, not enough to be seen.The bond tugged at his chest—Natasha's presence flaring warm and steady somewhere to his left, already peeling away from the main column with Gideon and Soren at her flanks. He didn't look. He couldn't afford to. If he looked, he'd pull her back. He'd drag her behind him and chain her to his shadow where no blade could reach her.Focus.The ravine opened ahead, its narrow mouth flanked by dense pine. Gideon's advance team had already cleared the forward sentries—two bodies lay crumpled in the underbrush, throats opened in silence. Damien stepped over them without pause."Marcus," he murmured into the dark.A shadow detached from the tree line to his right."Eastern
Damien sent for them within the hour.Marcus arrived first, his heavy stride announcing him before the tent flap even moved. Gideon and Soren followed, slipping in silently, taking positions along the tent's edges without a word.The command tent shrank around them, thick with the weight of what was coming."Close it," Damien said.Marcus pulled the flap shut and laced it tight.Lanterns burned low, casting amber light across the map table where Natasha's reconnaissance had been marked in charcoal—guard positions, supply clusters, patrol routes, and at the center, the bold circle marking Torin's tent.Damien stood at the head of the table, Natasha at his right side. His hand rested on the small of her back, fingers splayed wide against her spine.Not for comfort.For claim.Every warrior in that tent could see it, and none of them questioned it."We hit tonight," Damien said, his voice low and precise. "Full assault under darkness. No warning, no negotiation. We find Torin, we cut the
Natasha crouched low behind the thick underbrush, her breathing shallow and controlled as she watched the enemy camp below.Torin moved through the perimeter with the deliberate pace of a predator surveying his territory, tall, broad-shouldered, his dark armor catching the faint moonlight. He walked with the confidence of a wolf who owned every shadow around him.But he was looking outward.Not behind.Not at the dense treeline where Natasha lay hidden beneath layers of darkness and stillness.She held her position, counting his steps, mapping his patrol pattern.Three heartbeats.Five.Ten.Torin's gaze swept past the ridge where she crouched without pause, without flicker of recognition.He hadn't sensed them.The forest's thick canopy and the downwind position Gideon had chosen were doing their work.Torin disappeared around the eastern edge of the camp, his boots crunching softly on dried leaves.Natasha waited until the sound faded completely before she moved.She snapped her fing
The carriage stopped beneath the grand estate of the Alpha King, and Natasha immediately understood why warriors preferred battlefields over silk diplomacy.Because battlefields at least made sense.The emerald gown her sister had forced onto her clung like a second skin, elegant in a way that felt
"You're twenty-two and still unmated."The words followed Natasha across the training grounds like an unwanted shadow.She ignored them.With a sharp twist, she caught her brother's wrist and used his momentum against him. Kael hit the dirt hard enough to shake the ground beneath them.A chorus of w
Natasha’s second morning as Luna of Shadow Fang began not in the training yard but in the council chamber, a stone-walled room heavy with the scent of old parchment and wolf musk. Damien had sent for her before dawn, his messenger’s knock brisk and impersonal. She’d dressed quickly in fitted trouse
Natasha stood frozen for a long moment after Damien’s silhouette disappeared through the velvet curtain. The cold night air clung to her skin, but the heat radiating from her chest—from the bond she refused to name—made her feel feverish. Her wolf, a restless presence she’d always kept tightly leas







