LOGINElira Ashwyn adjusts the thick fur trim of her cloak over her short, voluptuous frame as the cold mountain wind sweeps across the central plaza of the Ravenshade Moon Dominion."It is truly not a catastrophe," I say, keeping my voice light as I look up at the towering Alpha walking beside me. "My adoptive elders owe me a heavy debt of silver notes and lineage tribute. After I broke away from their pack house, they simply refused to honor their blood oath. It is an internal Ashwyn matter. I can handle my own battles without dragging you into my mud."Kaedrin Thornvale stops under the glow of a stone crystal lantern, his sharp jaw clenching as he looks down at me from his massive height. His silver eyes narrow, shining with dark warning in the moonlight."You are my bound female now, Elira," Kaedrin rumbles, his voice low and raspy, carrying the heavy vibration of his inner wolf. "I do not care how stubborn your Ashwyn blood makes you. You do not carry lineage debts on your own shoulder
Elira Ashwyn slowly sets down her carved wooden goblet and stares calmly at the female drenched in heavy scent and painted cosmetics.I know Cerys just wants to drag my name through the dirt before this entire elite dining room. But Cerys is a complete fool. She is wearing a silk-thread embroidered dress from the southern provinces, a rare beast-hide handbag, and a polished dragon-glass pendant around her neck. How dare she preach about her family bleeding dry while wearing half a territory’s fortune on her back?"I asked our elders for silver because they owe me pack-tribute," I say, my voice ringing out clear and steady across the quiet hall. "Is it not natural for a lineage to pay off its lawful debts?"Tears roll down Cerys’s cheeks as she puts on a dramatic sob. "Our parents gave you shelter when you had nothing, yet this is how you repay their kindness! They genuinely cannot afford to give you silver coins right now. We are blood-bound family! How can your wolf be so heartless t
Elira Ashwyn slaps her ledger shut against the wooden desk, her four-foot-five frame trembling as she stares at her meager earnings from the Silverfang estate management office. Even with this moon’s pay, it is a drop in the ocean for Lady Morwen Ashwyn’s heart-core purification ritual."You just got paid today, Elira," her co-worker Fenros Greymane says, leaning against the doorframe of the luxury hospitality wing. "Why do you look like your wolf just died? Want to grab roasted boar at the tavern tonight?""Maybe next time, Fenros," Elira says, managing a tight smile as her dark skin flushes. "I have plans.""See you at dawn, then." Fenros waves and heads down the stone corridor.Elira packs her parchment scrolls into her satchel. A sharp knock at her doorframe makes her jump.Torric Blackthorn stands in the doorway, wearing a tailored brown leather coat over his broad frame. His amber eyes warm as he steps inside."Ready to leave, Elira? I can walk you to the pack carriage line. Wha
Fearing her high-ranking client might strip her contract entirely, Elira Ashwyn quickly taps the glowing scrying crystal on her wooden desk, her four-foot-five, plush frame trembling as her fingers move over the runes."I will complete the territory mapping! I swear it on my wolf's blood! I brought my parchment scrolls to the medical sanctuary. You do not need to revoke the commission. I will hand over the drafts before the full moon rises tonight, my Lord!"The communication orb pulses with cold, glowing light before the text from Rich Party A flickers into view: I do not require the boundary drafts for the time being. Do not stress yourself, little female. The agreed pack-tribute will still be transferred to your account by morning.Elira claps her small, dark hands together, a breathless gasp of pure relief breaking from her chest. Her heart swells with immense gratitude as she types back hastily: I am so deeply moved, my Lord! You are truly the most generous clan leader in the Sil
The magic crystal projection played through the tavern corridor scene twice more before Dacian Wolfhart shut the orb down. High Elder Maelis slumped between two heavy-set council enforcers, his broken jaw twitching, his grand silver-threaded mantle dragging on the cold slate floor as they hauled him out of the Ravenshade Moon Dominion hall.Elira Ashwyn stands frozen beside her drafting table, her four-foot-five, voluptuous frame tense under the heavy wool cloak Kaedrin had wrapped around her. Her heart thuds heavily in her ears."Is the charge completely settled?" Elira asks, her dark skin flushed as she looks up at Dacian. "Will Maelis have any legal right to touch my family's sanctuary clearance?"Dacian lets out a sharp, amused breath, folding his arms over his broad leather chest. "Maelis will be lucky if he keeps his head after the High Tribunal finishes with him. You do not need to worry about that old monster anymore, Elira. Torric Blackthorn ensured the memory crystal reached
Elira Ashwyn pushes herself up from Kaedrin Thornvale's massive chest, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she scrambles to pull the fallen linen sheet over her plush, four-foot-five frame. Her dark skin burns hot with embarrassment, but the lethal tension radiating from the Alpha warrior pinned beneath her wipes away every shred of shame.Kaedrin does not move. He stays sprawled on the cold stone floor where they tumbled, his silver eyes flashing with raw, untamed fury as his wolf shifts just beneath his skin. His hand remains clamped on her full hip, his fingers digging into her waist as if holding his world together while the territory shatters around them."Fenros!" Kaedrin roars, his voice vibrating through the floorboards like thunder. "What high-council nonsense is this?!"The heavy wooden doors burst open, swinging violently on their iron hinges. Fenros Greymane charges into the grand living den, his leather armor spattered with fresh blood, his breath coming in rag







