تسجيل الدخولThorian's POV
"What's going on?" Some members in the meeting room paused to ask as the voices of the guards in the hallway resounded through the hall.
"I don't know…." someone was about to
respond when the door was suddenly pushed open and a guard marched in. He lowered his head as he announced the issue to the beta seated among us.
"Beta, the girl you kept in the dungeon has escaped, and lord Kaelen is greatly hurt by her," he announced.
Everyone gasped, but I could barely comprehend what was happening between them and neither did I care about them.
Whatever was going on was none of my business. I only came here for one sole reason and that I must accomplish before going back.
"Alpha, is the matter there grave? If it's not, then I would suggest the meeting be
postponed so we could all return to our various places and the beta can fully tend to the commotion," I advised when I noticed the shift on the beta's face. I could clearly tell by his expression that he wanted to stand up and immediately follow that guard out to look for the girl the guard just mentioned.
"You're right about that, Alpha Thorian. We'll continue with the meeting," the Alpha agreed, and we continued with the meeting.
Stealing a few glances at the beta, I could see that he was struggling to keep a straight face as he impatiently waited for the meeting to end so he could go. Luckily, the meeting ended shortly after.
Walking out of the meeting room, I furrowed my brows as I noticed the whole Pack was chaotic as guards ran helter-skelter. However, I was the least bothered by what they were doing, and I instead made my way out of the Pack house and into the dense forest where my wolf suddenly felt troubled.
I could feel it threatening to burst free from within me.
It felt like my insides were twisting. This was the first time something this odd had happened and I halted in my steps as the feeling heightened the more I tried to ignore it.
There was definitely danger, that must be the reason it was this troubled. I concluded as I finally paid attention to the disturbing feeling.
"What is the problem?" I inquired.
"Mate… our mate is out here, and she's in danger. She's hurt," my wolf revealed.
Mate? I had a mate and she was out here? I looked around in both confusion. I thought I didn't have a mate and This sudden information made me pause to comprehend what was actually happening. My mate was here and she was hurt?
Where was she? I lifted my head, trying to catch a smell in the air. Anything that would trigger my wolf right now would work and just as I expected, among the smell of the bushes and the smell of earth, I caught a particular smell that I hadn't perceived before.
I followed the smell without delay as I walked through the dense forest. It was already getting dark as the sun dipped into the horizon, casting an orange light around the forest. I stopped abruptly when I sighted something on the ground… or was it a person? I squinted my gaze, but the dull light made it difficult to fathom who the person was.
As I moved closer, I realized that it was a beautiful girl.
She was on my boundary. The smell was coming from her and as I walked towards her, the smell of blood was mixed with the heavenly scent. I crouched down, and I noticed that my wolf was clawing at my insides again.
What happened to her? She looked beaten and battered. Who did this to her?
Her face was covered with traces of blood and her bare skin was scarred with wounds as she laid on the ground naked.
She looked half dead and vulnerable. Something about her appearance made me gritted my teeth in fury. Taking off my coat, I draped it around her before lifting her in my arms without delay.
She needed to be taken care of as her heartbeat was gradually slowing down. Using the mind link, I quickly contacted my brother.
"Soren, I need you in my room now. I just found my mate," I said, linking him while walking faster to the Pack house. The guards around looked at her figure in my arms with concerned eyes and a few offered to help, but they thought she was just someone I had found in the woods, oblivious to the fact that she was my mate.
I couldn't blame them for that mindset as it was quite rare to find me holding another woman in my arms like this. Once I walked through the dim and quiet hallway, I finally got to my room and placed her gently on the bed.
Where was he? I mind linking him again when the door to the room was pushed open and Soren entered the room.
"What's the problem, Thorian?" Soren as he rushed into the room.
"You said you've found your mate," he sounded confused but quickly walked towards the bed to start treating her, but he halted and his gaze on her intense.
What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he checking her health like he was supposed to?
"What? Is something wrong? Is her condition that bad?" I asked as I tried to fathom his shocked expression.
"Is she dead?" My heart skipped a beat as the possibility ran through my mind.
No, I could still hear her heart beat which meant she was still alive, so why was he looking at her like that? I was slowly losing my patience, but he calmly turned to me.
"T-the girl. Your mate. She's also my mate," he revealed, leaving me stunned as I was taken aback by this revelation. My mate was
also his mate? How was this even possible?
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open and Vaelin stepped into the room.
"Brother, what's going on? I came immediately I heard your arrival," he explained while walking towards the bed but he halted few feet away as he stared down at her. His eyes widened as a look of shock was imprinted on his face.
"Mate?”
Soren's POVI stayed inside with Emre.That was the assignment and I accepted it without argument because I understood its logic and because Emre needed someone present who was not going to be anywhere else in their mind, and I was capable of being fully present when it was required of me.We sat in the main room of the alliance building with the lights low and the building quiet around us and Nadia on my other side, because Nadia had looked at the assignment list and put her own name beside mine without being asked."You do not have to stay," I told her."I know," she said. And did not move.Emre was cross-legged on the floor with a blanket around his shoulders and his eyes on the window that looked out toward the eastern tree line. He had not said much since the war room but he was not the frozen silence of the Crestfall holding room. This was a different quality. Alert and watchful and entirely present."Can you feel them?" he asked me."No," I said. "I do not carry what you carry.
Lyra's POVCole arrived with Eliana and Brennan and six people from the mountain community who moved like they had been waiting for something useful to do for a long time and had decided this was it.Eliana had the coordinates.Not a precise location but a radius, two kilometres south of the alliance building's eastern perimeter, which meant they were sitting in the tree line that Zara had already identified as the weakest approach corridor. Either they had done a surveillance assessment of their own or they had intelligence from inside."The leak," Soren said, when I put that on the table."Yes," I said."I have been going through the communication logs since last night," he said. "I found it this morning. A pattern in the visitor access records. Someone who has been to the alliance building seven times in the past four weeks and whose visits correlate with the Severance's reported movements.""Who?" Thorian said.Soren set a folder on the table.I opened it.The name inside was not
Lyra's POVCole's note said: They are council funded.Not Vane's faction. Not Aldric's remnants. The council itself. Or a portion of it deep enough and old enough to have survived everything that had happened in the past year and continued operating beneath the surface with the patience of something that had been doing this for a very long time.I sat with that for twenty minutes alone in the garden before I brought it to anyone.Not because I was afraid. Because I needed to think clearly about it before I spoke and I had learned that the garden gave me that.The Hybrid Alliance had been built with council recognition. Margret's votes. Dorian's cooperation. The legal framework that Soren had constructed within the council's own structures. And underneath all of that, apparently, was a faction old enough and powerful enough to fund a hunter organization and patient enough to let the alliance build and grow until it was large enough to represent the outcome they most wanted to prevent.
Vaelin's POVZara had been working since four in the morning.I found her in the alliance building with maps spread across the central table and her security assessment in three columns on a notebook beside them, her handwriting precise and small and covering every line, and she was marking patrol routes with a red pen with the focused efficiency that meant she had been in this mode for hours and had not noticed.I set coffee beside her without saying anything.She reached for it without looking up."The eastern perimeter is the weakest point," she said. "The tree line comes within forty metres of the building on that side and there are three natural approach corridors that someone who knew what they were doing could use to get within striking distance without triggering the current patrol rotation.""How would you fix it?" I said."Extend the patrol radius to seventy metres on the eastern side and add a secondary sweep team running on a different rotation so there is no predictable g
Lyra's POV Corvin arrived at Moonveil the next morning. Not because we had invited him. Because he had driven through the night from Crestfall and appeared at the border at seven with a bag over his shoulder and the expression of someone who had decided that whatever was coming next was coming faster than he had planned for and being alone and careful was no longer the right strategy. He was younger than he looked from a distance. Late twenties, maybe thirty, with the sharp eyes that I had noticed in Crestfall and underneath them something that I recognized now that I was looking for it. Grief. Old and specific. The kind that had been living behind the professional composure for long enough that it was part of the architecture of his face. I met him at the gate. "You read the reports," he said. Not a question. "Yes," I said. "Dorian," he said. "Yes," I said again. He looked at me steadily. "How much time do we have?" "Tell me what you know," I said. "And then we will work ou
Thorian's POVDorian called at eleven that night.I was in the office when it came through and Lyra was across the desk from me with her feet tucked under her on the chair and a cup of cold tea she had forgotten about on the armrest, and we were both working through the information Soren had compiled when the phone rang and the name on the screen made us both go still.I answered and put it on speaker."Corvin's reports," Dorian said, without preamble. "I have read them. All fourteen of them spanning four months." A pause. "They are not what I expected.""Tell us," Lyra said."He is not building a case against the alliance," Dorian said. "He is building a case against a specific threat to the alliance that he believes the council leadership is ignoring."I looked at Lyra.She was very still."What threat?" she said."An organization," Dorian said. "He calls them the Severance in his reports. They have been active for approximately eighteen months. They are not council affiliated and t
Lyra's POVI had barely made it back to my room and closed the door behind me before I leaned against it and let out a long slow breath.Soren's words were still moving through me, warm and quiet and certain, settling into every corner of my chest like they intended to stay there permanently. I pre
Lyra's POVI was still in the garden when I heard footsteps approaching along the path.I already knew it was Soren before I even looked up. There was something about the way he moved, quiet and unhurried, that I had learned to recognize without thinking about it. Like his presence had its own part
Lyra's POVMy eyes widened with fierce determination as I seized Thorian’s arm, my voice sharp and urgent. “Let me come with you! I can help!”Thorian’s face hardened, his jaw locking tight. “No, Lyra. This isn’t the place for you. You’re not trained for combat.”“But I can…”“No, Lyra!” Thorian’s
Lyra's POV"Goddess, how long have I been asleep?" I muttered, looking at the room that had brightened up under the sun rays. I looked up at the ceilings and I sighed tiredly just trying to focus my mind and slowly my mind drifted back to my dream last night. I could still remember everything viv







