ログインECHOES OF ALLIANCES (Lucas’ POV)I sat behind my desk in the dimly lit office, the usual calm of the room disrupted by the constant flow of reports coming in. Jax had left earlier with the warriors to assess the situation at the border, but I couldn’t shake the unease that settled deep in my chest. It wasn’t just the rogue attacks or the skirmishes that were coming too close. No, there was something else, something more immediate. The door creaked open, and one of my advisors stepped in with a set of papers. His face was grim as he handed me the reports. The moment I scanned them, I knew what this was about. The other Alphas were starting to react. They were whispering, grumbling, and making their moves. Isabella’s escape and our bond had set the pack world on edge.“They’re reacting faster than I thought,” I muttered, more to myself than to the advisor. His silence told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t just about her. This was about us. The risk of letting her become
CEDARS IN THE DARK (Isabella's POV)The evening air was cool, wrapping around me like a soft, invisible cloak as I stepped onto the balcony outside my room. The scent of cedar trees lingered, as always. It was a scent that felt oddly familiar, and comforting.I leaned against the stone railing, feeling the quiet settle around me, broken only by the distant sounds of the pack moving about in the courtyard below. The night sky stretched above, dark and endless, and for a moment, I could almost forget the tension that always seemed to follow me, the weight of the future that pressed on my shoulders.But the cedar... it always reminded me of him. Lucas.I closed my eyes, letting the breeze wash over me, trying to clear my head. There were moments when I wondered if I was being foolish. My heart, my mind, everything felt so tangled. This bond we shared, the power between us, the pull of fate—I didn’t know what to do with it. But no matter how many times I told myself to resist, to be c
UNSEEN EYES (Spy’s POV)I slipped through the shadows, careful not to make a sound. The evening was calm, the air cool against my skin, but my insides were in a turmoil. I wasn't supposed to be here, but my task was clear. Watch, listen, report.From the corner of the training grounds, I crouched down behind a row of barrels, hidden from sight. Through the gaps, I could just barely make out Isabella and Lucas, locked in their sparring match. Her movements were fierce, controlled, better than I expected, given her recent arrival. She had a fire in her, one that made her dangerous, but it was clear Lucas was still holding back.I clenched the small silver token in my hand, the one that had been passed down to me from Silvercrest. It was a reminder of my loyalty, my connection to the past, to Damien. He hadn’t forgotten about Isabella, not for a moment. She was his, and if I could help it, no one was going to take her from him. Not even Lucas.Their auras clashed again, this time with
LESSON IN POWER (Isabella's POV)The air in the training grounds was thick with tension. Lucas had invited me to spar, but not just to fight—to learn. Jax stood to the side, watching intently as I squared off with Lucas. His presence was more of a reminder than anything, a symbol of the real power that lay within this pack. And now, it was my turn to prove I could handle it."Are you ready?" Lucas asked, his voice calm, almost amused, as he cracked his neck.I nodded, feeling a surge of nerves rush through me. "Let’s do this."He smirked, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam. "Don’t hold back," he said. "If you want to control your aura, you need to learn how to control your body first."I didn’t need any more encouragement. I lunged, testing him, but Lucas sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and controlled. He wasn’t even trying yet."You’re too slow," he teased, his voice low as he moved behind me, his hand brushing my shoulder as I spun to face him. "You’ve got power
WHISPERED APOLOGIES (Isabella's POV)The hallways of Frostveil felt quieter than usual as I walked through them, the soft click of my boots against the stone echoing in the stillness. There were fewer whispers now, fewer glances that lingered a second too long. It wasn’t that they accepted me fully, but the cold weight of their distrust had softened. I walked past a group of servants who normally would have exchanged whispers behind my back, but this time, when I caught their eyes, they merely nodded. A small gesture, but it felt like progress. For once, I wasn’t the outsider. I wasn’t the enemy.The kitchen smelled of fresh bread and herbs, a comforting scent that made me feel less like a prisoner. I walked toward the laundry room, my footsteps lighter than they had been in days after my public trial. Then I saw Grace.She was an older maid who had helped me in the bath a few days ago. Her gray hair was tied up neatly, and her hands moved deftly as she sorted the linens. When she
TRIAL BEFORE FROSTVEIL (Isabella's POV)The training grounds buzzed with tension. I could feel it in the air, heavy and thick, like a storm about to break. The warriors were gathered, their eyes focused on me, some curious, some skeptical, and a few downright distrustful. The Council had called for this. I knew why. They needed to see me, to judge me, to decide if I was worthy of being here, of being his.I stood with Lucas beside me, feeling every bit the outsider. The weight of their gazes pressed down on me, but I didn’t flinch. I had learned to survive much worse than disapproving stares. But I had to admit, this felt different. Here, in Lucas’s world, with his pack—there was more at stake than just my own survival. This wasn't like the time when it was just between us and the council or when I had to face part of the pack in the dining hall.This was different. Almost intimidating.“Isabella Evergreen,” the voice of Elder Toren rang out, firm and commanding. “Before you can tru







