LOGINVeyra moved through the training grounds with measured, precise motions, her staff slicing through the air as if each strike could drive the bond from her mind. She had expected that keeping busy would dull it, that physical exertion could distract her from the constant pull in her chest, but every movement only seemed to make it stronger. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, aware and restless, mirroring her tension. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to focus on the rhythm of the strikes, the pivot of her feet, the exacting precision of her rotations. Sweat traced lines down her arms, but she barely noticed it, too consumed by the tug she refused to name.From the edge of the courtyard, Malric watched silently, leaning lightly on the long staff in his hands. He had not moved closer yet, allowing Veyra the illusion of distance, but even from where he stood, the bond reacted to him, pulling like a tide against the shore of her control. His amber eyes were steady, unwavering
Veyra stood in front of the mirror in her room, her expression calm, but her eyes restless.She hadn’t slept again. Her reflection showed nothing out of place her posture was straight, her face composed but beneath that surface, something kept pulling at her. It was subtle, but constant, like a quiet force she couldn’t shut out no matter how hard she tried.“This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath, turning away from the mirror. “I don’t need this.”Her wolf stirred faintly in response, not in agreement, but not in defiance either. It simply existed, aware of something she refused to accept.Veyra grabbed her training clothes and changed quickly. If there was one thing she knew, it was this movement helped. If she kept herself busy, maybe she wouldn’t feel it as strongly.Maybe.The training grounds were quiet when she arrived, the early morning air still cool against he
The Shadowfang estate was buzzing. If you were looking from far away, you’d think a huge party was about to start. People were laughing, and you could see the pack moving together to get everything ready. Decorations were going up everywhere, turning the yard into a beautiful spot for the wedding.Long tables were being polished until they shone, then covered with silver cloths. Lanterns hung from the wooden beams, catching the afternoon sun and waiting for nightfall so they could glow. The air smelled like fresh flowers, roasting meat, and herbs. On the surface, everyone should have been happy.But there was a weird feeling in the air. It felt like a string being pulled too tight, like something was about to snap.Selene felt it. She stood at a table, tucking white and silver flowers into an arrangement. Her fingers were busy, but her mind was elsewhere. She kept glancing around the yard. It wasn’t about what people were saying it was about the stuff they w
Morning settled over the Shadowfang estate in quiet gold, but the calm was deceiving.From the outside, everything looked perfect.The courtyard was alive with movement wolves laughing as they worked, voices overlapping as decorations were hung, lanterns tested, and long tables arranged for the upcoming mating ceremony. The scent of fresh flowers mixed with roasted meat and baked bread drifted through the air, wrapping the estate in warmth.It should have felt peaceful, but it didn’t well not for everyone.Veyra had not slept a wink She stood by the tall window of her room, her arms folded tightly across her chest as she stared down at the grounds below. Her eyes followed the movement of the pack, but she wasn’t really seeing them.Her mind was elsewhere, MATE, the word echoed again in her mindHer wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless, alert drawn to something it recognized instantly, something it ref
Damien’s eyes didn’t leave Veyra as she stood across from him, her posture rigid, her fists clenching unconsciously at her sides. The faint sunlight filtering through the office windows highlighted the subtle tension coiling in her shoulders. She swallowed nervously, her throat dry, and her pulse quickened under his unwavering gaze.“Your eyes changed, in the dining hall,” Damien said softly, almost as if reading her very thoughts.Veyra tensed instantly, her chest tightening. Her wolf growled low in her mind, warning her to retreat, yet she could not avert her gaze.Damien stepped closer, his presence commanding yet calm. He didn’t let her answer. “You found your mate,” he continued, his voice low, carrying that undeniable edge of authority that always made her heart skip. “And I’m guessing it’s either the Silvermoon General or the son. I’ll take a bet based on how you looked at him it’s th
The dining hall of Shadowfang was one of the grandest spaces in the entire pack estate.Tall arched windows stretched along the stone walls, allowing the afternoon sunlight to pour inside in warm golden streams. The light reflected softly off polished wooden floors and long oak tables arranged neatly across the room. Banners bearing the Shadowfang crest hung from the high beams above, their dark silver threads swaying whenever the breeze drifted through the open windows.Outside, the pack buzzed with activity.Preparations for the upcoming mating ceremony filled the courtyard with life. Wolves carried decorations, hung lanterns, and arranged flowers across the grounds. The scent of fresh bread, roasted meat, herbs, and sweet honey drifted from the kitchens, wrapping the entire estate in a comforting warmth.Inside, however, the atmosphere was different.It felt tense.Damien sat at the head of the main table, Selene beside him, both of them trying to appear composed. Every now and the
The pack moved around Damien like a living thing, breathing, shifting, adapting yet none of it touched him.From the balcony, he watched wolves rotate through duties. A group of healers crossed the courtyard carrying bundles of herbs. Two sentries switched posts with quiet efficiency. Near the east
The day moved on, but the patrol incident lingered like a quiet hum through the pack grounds. Whispers followed Veyra as she walked some curious, some wary, some slowly tipping into something like respect. Saving one of their own spoke louder than any excuse she had given before.But not e
The morning sun spilled across the training grounds, catching the frost on the grass and the taut muscles of the pack. Wolves moved through coordinated drills, practicing stances, attacks, and defensive maneuvers. The air was tense but disciplined, each movement sharp and deliberate. Every snap o
The air was crisp that morning, the kind of sharp cold that made every sound clearer. Wolves moved across the training grounds, shifting into their routines, but tension still clung to the atmosphere. Veyra stood near the edge, hands clasped behind her back, waiting. Her posture was calm, respect







