LOGINMia’s POV Room 14.Me.Brin.Liora.For a second, I just stared at it, making sure I wasn’t reading it wrong. Around me, students kept crowding forward, voices overlapping, people calling names, laughing, complaining, dragging bags across the polished floor.But for that moment, all I could see was that one line.Room 14.“We are together,” I said, looking up at them.Brin let out a dramatic gasp so loud that two people beside us turned to stare.“This,” she said solemnly, “is fate.”Liora leaned closer to check the list herself and smiled softly.The pathway buzzed with restless excitement around us. Some students were celebrating because they got their friends. Others were already trying to negotiate switches. Few looked like they regretted coming at all.There was something strangely comforting about it.“Come on,” Brin said, grabbing her bag. “Before someone steals my future bed.”“You think people are waiting to fight you for a bunk bed?” I asked.“Yes.” She said.“She might be
Mia’s POV This morning felt different.My exams were over and it was time for the tournament.I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection while my fingers hovered over my packed bag. Everything inside felt unfamiliar in a good way—folded clothes, a few books, small things that I forgot that I owned.We were leaving the academy environment and going into the heart of Sablethorn.I tightened the strap of my bag and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.I was a little bit excited.Not because of the tournament.But because it meant movement.I was going to change my environment and the endless cycle of classes, pressure and silence.I left my room and made my way to school.The corridors already felt alive in a different way. Students moved faster than usual, voices louder, laughter spilling into spaces that were usually quiet. Bags were swung over shoulders. We were not wearing our uniforms today. Just normal clothes.Large school buses were in the compound waiti
Alpha Bladen's POVI woke to silence.Not the peaceful kind.The heavy kind—the kid that sits on your chest before you even open your eyes, as if your body already knows something your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.For a long moment, I stayed still.Breathing.Listening.My body felt wrong.Heavy. Weak. Like every bone had been taken apart and put back in the wrong places. Even lifting my hand felt like a decision I had to think about first.I frowned and forced my eyes opened.The ceiling above me looked familiar.Mine.But something about the room felt strange.I stared for a second longer, trying to make sense of it through the fog in my head.Then I realized.The room was upside down.Well—not literally.But close enough.The chair near the table had been knocked over and pushed back into place carelessly. The curtains hung unevenly. One side half torn from where someone must have grabbed it too hard. Glass still glittered faintly near the window despite someone’s attempt to clean
Viana's POVI turned slowly, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throatAnd there he was.Bladen.For one lone second, I couldn’t move.He stood in front of me in his wolf form, half shadowed by the moonlight spilling through the broken window. His dark fur looked rough, uneven in places, streaked with dirt and blood. He looked bigger now and yet smaller than I had ever seen him—like strength trying desperately not to collapse.He looked weak.Not the kind of weakness that came from exhaustion alone. This was something deeper. Something that looked like pain forced into silence.His chest rose slowly, each breath heavy, uneven, like breathing itself had become work. His body trembled faintly beneath the effort of standing, and for the first time since I had known him, he did not look like someone impossible to break.But it was his eyes that held me still.Golden.Bright even in the dark.Locked on mine.There was no rage there, just exhaustion and something that looked
Viana's POV The carriage wheels groaned softly against the uneven road, the sound swallowed now and then by the thick hush of the evening forest.I sat upright, my hands folded in my lap, though my fingers kept betraying her calm. They stopped once, then twice, the stopped.Opposite me, Anderson leaned back with his arms crossed, gaze fixed outside rather than inside the carriage. He knew he was not going to be allowed into the witches hut, but he still insisted on coming with me.The forest we passed through felt older than the kingdom itself. The trees here did not grow in a way that welcomed light. It swallowed it, twisted it and made it thin and uncertain. Even the horses seemed quieter the deeper they went, as though instinct itself warned them not to move loudly.When the carriage finally slowed. I exhaled once—slowly.Anderson knew he was not going to come down from the carriage.So I gave him a nod and came down.My boots pressed softly into the damp earth. The witch's house
Viana's POV Sleep never came easily that night.Even with the room quiet,even with the candles burnt down and the moonlight slipping through the curtains in the silver lines, something went wrong.The kind of feeling that sat at the base of your spine and refused to move.I lay beside Bladen, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, listening to the slow rhythm of the night around us—the distant sounds of guards changing shifts, the wind brushing against the windows, the quiet breathing that should have been steady beside me.But it wasn’t.At first it was small, a shift, then another.The mattress moved beneath me.I turned my head.He was restless.Not the ordinary kind. Not the kind caused by stress or too much work or another council meeting that everyone was completely tired of.His body was tense, his breathing uneven, his hands curling against the sheets like he was fighting something even in his sleep.I pushed myself up slightly.“Bladen.”No response.Another sharp
Alpha Bladen’s POVThe Silverstone delegation arrived on horseback. In front, three wolves cloaked in a dark green mantle rode in quiet authority.In front of them was Alpha Callum, carrying a warm smile as his gaze met mine, to his right was his beta and his left was his son. Behind them were two
Mia Heather's POVMy eyes fluttered open to meet the sight of the morning light spilling through the thin curtains with a soft and golden glow that painted warm patterns on the stone floor. For a moment, I forgot where I was, the room was too clean, too quiet and way too elegant.It was not the lou
Mia Heather's POVThe ride into Sablethorn grew stranger with every mile. I expected it to look familiar to other rogue packs and imitate Killer's MC structure of pack houses, freedom and wildlings. Instead, it unfolded into something breathtaking.As we climbed a long ridge, the forest peeled away
Alpha Bladen’s POVThe return home carried a weight that bore heavy on my shoulders and by the time we passed the main gates, dusk had settled over the territory. Torches burned bright along the walls, their flames flickering against the stone like restless spirits and they mirrored mine to an unse







