LOGINIRENEWe sat in the fading light, and neither of us spoke for a while, and it was the most at ease I had felt in days.It was two mornings later when everything changed again.I was crossing the main courtyard just after seven, medical bag in hand, heading to the wing where Tom was doing his morning exercises. The pack was already moving around me, warriors heading to the training ground, omegas carrying baskets toward the kitchen, a cluster of children chasing something small and fast across the cobblestones.I had almost made it to the far archway when I heard the gates.The sound of a vehicle on the gravel road outside. Tires on stone. An engine cutting out.I would have thought nothing of it. Packs had visitors. Deliveries arrived. I had learned not to pay attention to the rhythms of the gate.But then I heard the voice.And my feet stopped moving of their own accord."....appreciate you meeting me. I know it's short notice. I'm Dr. Daniel Reid. I believe someone on your staff may
IRENEThe first sign was small enough that I almost missed it.Breakfast.For eleven days, the pack omegas had brought my meals without being asked. A tray outside my door in the morning, hot and covered. Lunch delivered to the medical wing. Dinner left on the desk in my quarters with a small wildflower tucked beside the plate, something I had come to suspect was not pack custom but Ashford's quiet instruction.On the twelfth day, the tray did not come.I waited longer than I should have before going to the communal kitchen myself. I told myself it was nothing. People forgot things. Routines slipped. I had no reason to read meaning into an empty doorstep.But when I pushed open the kitchen door and found three omegas already inside, Petra, the young one with the braid, and two others whose names I had not yet learned, the way they went still told me everything.It was not the stillness of surprise. It was the stillness of people who had been waiting to see what I would do."Good morni
IRENE.The first incident happened four days after the rogue tracks.I was in the pack kitchens, grabbing a late dinner after a long day in the medical wing, when a commotion erupted outside. Shouts, running footsteps, the sound of someone screaming in pain.Finn burst through the kitchen door, his face ashen. "Doctor, you need to come. It's Marcus. He collapsed during training."I followed him outside, my heart pounding. Marcus was one of the pack's senior warriors, a man in his forties with a reputation for being unshakeable. Now he lay on the ground, his body convulsing, dark veins spider-webbing across his exposed skin.The curse.It was the same pattern I had seen in Tom. But this time, it was different. This time, it was moving faster, spreading through Marcus's body like wildfire."Get him inside," I ordered. "Now."The warriors carried Marcus into the medical wing, laying him on the nearest bed. I pushed through them, my hands already reaching for his chest."Everyone out," I
IRENE.The first sign that something was wrong came on the morning I found the rogue tracks.I had risen before dawn, unable to sleep, and decided to walk the perimeter of the pack grounds. The forest was quiet, peaceful, the kind of stillness that usually calmed my racing thoughts. I had been walking for nearly an hour when I noticed them, footprints, fresh and deep, pressed into the soft earth near the eastern border.They were not pack prints. I had learned to recognize the difference during my year away. Pack wolves moved with purpose, with confidence, their tracks straight and deliberate. These were different. These were the tracks of wolves who were hiding, creeping, watching.Rogues.My blood ran cold. I crouched down, examining the prints more closely. There were at least five of them, maybe more. They had been here recently, within the last few hours. And they had been watching the pack grounds.I needed to tell Ashford.I turned to leave, and that was when I saw her.Lyra st
IRENEI met his eyes. "Sure that I can trust you. Sure that this…." I gestured between us "...is real, and not just the bond forcing us together."Ashford nodded slowly, his jaw tight. "I understand. Take all the time you need. I'll be here."I walked out of the library, my heart pounding.I had almost told him. I had almost told him everything, about the stripping, about Lyra, about the year I spent rebuilding myself from nothing. I had almost laid my soul bare and trusted him with the pieces.But I was not ready. Not yet.Maybe not ever.That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and felt Ashford's presence like a shadow at the edge of my awareness.He was outside. Prowling, as he did every night. I could feel his restlessness through the bond, the way his wolf paced and growled, desperate to be near me, to touch me, to claim me.He never came inside. Never knocked on my door or tried to push past my boundaries. He simply walked the perimeter of my quarters, his footsteps sof
Irene.The days blurred together, each one bleeding into the next until I lost track of time entirely.Tom's recovery consumed me. I woke before dawn, visited his bedside before the sun had fully risen, and stayed until the moon hung heavy in the sky. His progress was steady but slow, the curse had done so much damage that even my gift could not undo it all at once. Every day brought small victories: deeper breaths, stronger pulses, the faint return of color to his cheeks.Margaret and Finn had stopped questioning my methods. They watched me work with a mixture of awe and wariness, bringing me supplies when I needed them, staying out of my way when I did not. I caught Margaret staring at me sometimes, her eyes sharp and calculating, but she never asked the questions that hovered on her lips.Good. I did not want to answer them.The pack had accepted my presence, if not warmly, then at least without open hostility. The warriors nodded to me in the hallways. The omegas brought me meals
IRENE"That's not…" I stopped, pressing my hand to my forehead. "That's not how this works. You can't just claim someone. You can't mark someone without their consent and call it fate.""I know." His voice broke on the words. "I know, Irene. I've spent every day since that night hating myself for w
IRENE The first week at Crescent Moon Pack passed in a blur of sleepless nights and careful deception.I learned the layout of the pack's medical wing within hours. It was smaller than I expected, more intimate than the human hospital where I had trained. Three beds, a surgical table that looked d
Irene. The car stopped at the edge of pack territory, and my hands trembled against my medical bag.One year. One year since I had crossed this border as a broken, wolfless failure. Now I was returning as Dr. Irene Cross."You sure about this, Doc?" The human driver looked nervous. "This place giv
Ashford.ONE YEAR LATER.I stood at my office window, watching the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the pack grounds. Somewhere out there, she existed. My mate. The she-wolf I had marked a year ago and lost in the same breath.The bond mark on my shoulder burned, a constant reminder of my fai







