LOGINSilence.Not the peaceful kind.The uneasy silence that settled over Silvermoon after disaster.It lingered in every corridor.Every staircase.Every shadow.The escaped stray had changed something.Even the castle seemed to know it.Selene sat quietly on the edge of her bed.She hadn't moved in what felt like hours.Outside her window, dawn had long surrendered to evening.She barely noticed.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket.Then loosened again.Another restless breath escaped her.Nothing felt right anymore.Not her thoughts.Not her body.Not the strange ache buried somewhere deep inside her chest.It wasn't pain.Not exactly.It was...A pull.Constant.Relentless.As though something inside her refused to let her breathe unless she moved toward it.Toward him.She squeezed her eyes shut."No."The whisper barely reached her own ears."I'm not doing this."Lyra stirred.Not with words.With feeling.A quiet longing.One Selene immediately pushed away."No."Th
Sleep never came to Silvermoon.The alarm bell had echoed through the fortress long before dawn.It woke warriors from their barracks.Servants abandoned half-finished chores.Mothers pulled their children indoors before the sun had fully risen.Rumors spread faster than orders.Some whispered of another Nightfalls attack.Others claimed the dungeon itself had been breached by dark magic.No one knew the truth.They only knew one thing.Something had escaped Silvermoon.And for the first time in years...Fear had returned to the pack.Damian stood before the great map of Silvermoon.His hands rested against the edge of the table.His eyes never moved.The map wasn't what held his attention.It was the thought behind it.Someone inside his pack had betrayed him.He had fought rogues.He had fought rival Alphas.He had fought the Nightfalls more times than he cared to remember.But those battles had always been simple.The enemy stood on the other side.This time...The enemy had walked
The dungeon smelled of damp stone and wet earth.It always did.The scent clung to the walls.To the iron bars.To the torches burning weakly along the corridor.Guard Rowan barely noticed it anymore.After years assigned to dungeon patrols, the smell had become as ordinary as breathing.His boots echoed softly against the stone floor as he made his rounds.One cell.Then the next.Then the next.The routine never changed.Most nights were painfully quiet.Tonight seemed no different.Rowan yawned.Adjusted the spear resting against his shoulder.And continued toward the final corridor.The one that housed the stray.His footsteps slowed slightly.Not from fear.From habit.The strange wolf had unsettled every guard who had crossed his path.Even locked behind bars, he somehow made people uncomfortable.Like he knew things he shouldn't.Like he was waiting for something.Rowan rounded the corner.Then stopped.His entire body froze.For a moment, his mind refused to understand what he
Damian stopped.One step.That was all.His body went perfectly still in the middle of the corridor.The reports tucked beneath his arm slipped from his grasp and scattered across the stone floor.He didn't notice.Something had struck him.Not physically.Instinctively.A sharp pull tightened somewhere deep inside his chest.Ancient.Primal.His wolf stirred violently.Not a growl.Not a warning.A command.Find her.Damian frowned.His breathing slowed."What..."The scent reached him.Soft.Sweet.Wild.Selene.But something about it was different.Stronger.It wrapped itself around every instinct he possessed, igniting something he had spent months forcing into silence.His fingers curled against the stone wall beside him.His pulse quickened.No.His wolf surged again.She needs us.Damian shut his eyes."She needs a healer."The answer came immediately.She needs her Alpha.His jaw tightened."This is exactly why I shouldn't go."Silence.Then—If you don't... someone else will.
Selene sat curled on the edge of her bed.She had been sitting there for what felt like hours.One hand pressed against her stomach.The other clutched the blanket beneath her.Something wasn't right.She couldn't explain it.The room wasn't warm.Yet every breath felt heavy.Every inch of her skin carried an uncomfortable heat that refused to leave.She shifted again.It didn't help.She stood.Walked toward the window.Then back again.Nothing eased the strange restlessness building inside her.She frowned."What's happening to me..."The words barely escaped her lips.There was no answer.Only silence.Even Lyra had been unusually quiet since morning.Not asleep.Not absent.Just...Watching.Waiting.Selene pressed a hand against her forehead.She wasn't sick.At least, she didn't think she was.Her body felt too... alive.Her heartbeat was louder than usual.She could hear the guards changing shifts outside the castle walls.She could hear servants talking somewhere below her win
Evelyn found Liam exactly where she expected him to be.Near the western balcony.Halfway through putting on his coat.The evening wind moved through the corridor quietly.Silvermoon looked peaceful from here.Almost normal.Almost.Liam glanced up as she approached.A small smile appeared immediately."You're staring."Evelyn folded her arms."And you're avoiding me."His smile widened slightly."That sounds serious.""It is."Liam sighed dramatically."Then I should probably be worried.""You should."That earned a quiet laugh.For a moment neither spoke.The familiar ease between them settled naturally.Comfortable.Effortless.One of the things Evelyn loved most about him.Being around Liam never felt difficult.Never felt forced.It simply felt right.He stepped closer.Close enough to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.The gesture was casual.Natural.Practiced.Evelyn's expression softened despite herself."You know," Liam said, "most people greet each other before la
The acrid smell of burnt wood lingered heavily in the air, thick and suffocating, as seven-year-old Selene pressed her tiny hands on her ear.The voices outside her small room escalated, a mix of fury and sorrow merging in the chaos. Her hand pounded erratically, each thud reverberating like a drumb
Damian Stormcrest walked through the castle like he owned it. Yes, he was in chargeNot because he was the Alpha, but because he had the weight of the pack on his shoulders.His tall figure, broad shoulders and a hard body made him look like he was sculpted for battles. He moved like a force in th
The din of voices in the dining hall rolled over Selene like a crashing wave. The clinking of silverware against porcelain and the low hum of laughter and conversation created a backdrop of indifference that Selene had grown used to. Her hands trembled as she carried the heavy tray, laden with plat
Selene’s hands trembled as she scrubbed the worn-out sofa. The fabric was stiff from years of use; the dust caked deep into its fibres.Each of her rags seemed to leave behind more grime than it removed, but she didn’t dare stop. She couldn’t afford to. Not with the heavy weight of eyes always watch







