MasukThe morning the expedition departed, the sky held a clarity that felt like a gift. Cold, certainly, the kind of cold that bit at exposed skin and turned breath to white clouds, but clear, the sun pale gold against a blue so deep it was almost black at the zenith.Nine travellers assembled at the northern gate. Natasha checked her pack one final time, feeling the weight settle against her shoulders. Eighteen days of provisions. Extra blankets. Medical supplies in Brenna's care. Thomas's carefully protected documents and Mira's meticulous notes, sealed in oilskin against moisture.Marcus stood at the gate with Petra at his side, his expression carrying the particular stoicism of a man who wanted to be going but knew his place was here."Patrols are consolidated," he said. "Petra has the boundary watchers on rotating shifts. We'll hold things steady.""Don't let Kieran overexert himself," Natasha added. "Seraphine says he's healing, but he pushes too hard.""I'll sit on him if I have to,
Dawn arrived cold and grey, the sky heavy with the promise of snow. Torvin stood at the western gate with his pack secured against his back, breath misting in the frigid air. Soren approached from the direction of the barracks, moving with the quiet economy of a warrior who understood the value of conserving energy in winter conditions."Sleep well?" Torvin asked."Well enough." Soren adjusted the strap of his own pack. "Marcus briefed me twice. I don't think he wanted us forgetting anything.""Twice is his standard for important missions. Three times means he's worried."Soren's mouth curved slightly. "Then we should be grateful it was only twice."They departed as the first pale light crept over the eastern ridge, following the main trail westward before branching north toward the mountains. The snow lay deep and undisturbed ahead of them, broken only by the occasional track of winter hares and foxes. Their breath formed steady clouds in the still air.By midday, they had left Shado
Natasha found Damien in their chambers, standing at the window with his back to her. The fire in the hearth cast warm light across the room, softening the hard lines of his frame."You're quiet," she said, moving to stand beside him."Thinking about the expedition." He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her against his side. "About what we might find.""Worried?""Cautious." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "There's a difference."She leaned into his warmth, watching the stars through the frosted glass."We've faced worse odds.""We have." His hand traced idle patterns on her hip. "Remember when you tried to convince me you didn't want me?"Natasha laughed softly."I wasn't trying to convince you. I was trying to convince myself.""Failed spectacularly.""You were very persistent." She turned in his arms, sliding her hands up his chest. "Annoyingly so.""Yet here you are." His blue eyes caught the firelight, glinting with familiar heat. "About to follow me into the mountains.""I'm
Marcus found Joren in the weapons yard, running through blade forms with the kind of disciplined focus that had kept him alive in the mountains. The warrior paused when he saw Marcus approaching, lowering his practice sword."We're being deployed?" Joren asked, reading the expression on Marcus's face."Potentially. Gather Petar, Torvin, and Soren. Thomas needs to speak with all four of you about the northwest ruins."Joren nodded and moved off toward the barracks. Within the hour, the four warriors stood assembled in the tactical planning room, a smaller chamber adjacent to the council hall, its walls lined with maps and terrain sketches.Thomas entered carrying a leather satchel, looking slightly more rested than he had the previous day. He spread Helena's sketch across the central table, weighing the corners with smooth river stones."You four explored the Origin ruins," Thomas began without preamble. "I need to know everything you remember about the terrain surrounding that site. A
Natasha found Damien on the eastern balcony later that night, watching the moon rise over the distant mountains. The cold air bit at her skin, but she welcomed the clarity it brought."You're thinking about him," she said, coming to stand beside him."Eryndor." Damien's breath clouded in the frigid air. "I keep imagining what it must have been like. To be denied your name before you could even speak. To exist for centuries as something less than whole."She leaned into his side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders automatically."You feel responsible.""I feel angry." His voice roughened. "At ancestors I never knew. At a betrayal that happened centuries before my birth. At my own helplessness to change what was done to him."Natasha turned to face him, her hands settling on his chest."You're not helpless. We have his name now. We have a location to investigate. We have a path toward resolution.""Resolution." Damien's laugh was bitter. "How do we resolve centuries of torment? Even
The expedition reached Shadow Fang's outer perimeter on the sixteenth day after their departure.Thomas had spent the journey in near-constant thought, the weight of the register pressing against his back with every mile. The name, Eryndor, sat heavy on his tongue, unspoken but insistent. He had verified the translation dozens of times during the mountain passes, checking and rechecking each symbol until the identification became irrefutable.An infant. A newborn child, denied his true name by those who should have protected him.The betrayal gnawed at Thomas's chest as the fortress walls emerged through the winter mist. Gideon called a halt at the northern gate, and Thomas saw Marcus waiting with a full escort party. The warrior's stoic face betrayed nothing, but his posture relaxed visibly when he counted all expedition members present and upright."Successful retrieval?" Marcus asked as they dismounted."Successful," Gideon confirmed. "Thomas has the register."Thomas clutched the
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 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
Damien’s wolf had been clawing at his ribs for hours, a relentless, snarling pressure that made every polite smile a lie. The moment he’d walked into the ballroom and caught Natasha’s scent—wildflowers and steel—the beast inside him had lunged against its chains. Mate. The word was a drumbeat in hi







