Mag-log inElara’s POV For days now I had gotten close to my mother, the hours slipping away in quiet conversations that wove together the ordinary and the profound, from the careful details of taking care of a child to the many other things that filled the gaps of years we had lost. We sat together in the soft light of her room, the air carrying the faint scent of fresh fabric and the comfort of shared time, while I watched the woman who looked like a living picture of myself. She held up small clothes she had made for me when I was little, her fingers tracing the delicate stitches with a tenderness that spoke of all the love she had kept preserved through the long separation. The tiny garments carried tiny embroidered patterns, soft edges worn from years of careful folding and unfolding, each one a silent witness to the hope she had never let die. “Which do you think will be better for my grandchild?” she asked, showing me two different garments while I sat there smiling, the simple question
Kael’s POV“Don’t worry, Kael. He will control it,” my mom said, trying to come closer to me while I moved back, the distance between us feeling like the only safety I could claim in that moment. The pack elders stood there watching without doing anything to stop what was happening, their eyes fixed on me as they murmured and cursed under their breath, the words sharp enough to cut deeper than any blade. A rage pushed through me then, a strength I could not define surging through my veins like fire spreading unchecked. I could feel my eyes changing, the world sharpening and darkening at the edges all at once, and I screamed in pain as the power threatened to tear me apart from the inside.“Do something. That’s why I brought you here,” I heard my mother’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and commanding. That was when I heard a word I could not really understand, ancient syllables that could only come from a warlock’s tongue. I could feel a power in me beginning to control the weathe
Elara’s POVI could not believe I had reconnected with my real parents after all the lies and deceit I had been forced to face, the weight of years spent believing one version of my life now crumbling away to reveal the truth that had always waited beneath. The battlefield still carried the scent of blood and scorched earth, yet in the midst of it all Alpha Dave gave the order with calm authority, his voice cutting through the lingering tension. “Carry the wounded warriors. Let’s head back to the pack.”I knew I should be calling him dad, the word sitting on the tip of my tongue like something both natural and foreign, but it still felt awkward, as though my mouth had not yet learned how to shape it after so long. The woman beside me looked so much like me that I could not even pretend she was not my mother, her features mirroring mine with a maturity that spoke of time and quiet strength. I still could not believe I came from a true breed of Alpha, the blood running through my veins
Kael’s POVI should have killed Miya on that day and used her blood to seal your power, the warlock said, his words giving me the complete piece of the puzzle I had been solving for so long. The revelation landed with brutal clarity, connecting every scattered thread from the past ambush to the deceptions that had surrounded Elara. I should have just ended her, at least by now the world will be free of a beast, but I failed. Now you two want to bring in another beast. Never. Not on my watch. The warlock pushed the silver knife harder against my chest, the blade pressing with dark intent as his eyes burned with fanatical certainty.I turned my head while resisting the pressure, the cold metal biting into my skin but not yet breaking through. My gaze locked with Elara’s across the battlefield. She stood there staring at me, pain raw and unguarded in her eyes, her hands still clenched from the fight she had just finished. I looked down at the subtle swell of her belly, barely visible ben
Elara’s POVThe rage boiling inside me kept increasing with every heartbeat, a fierce storm that refused to be contained any longer. I had been pushed to the edge enough times already, forced to swallow betrayals and hidden truths until the weight became unbearable, and I would not continue that way. The moment Lucian’s body hit the ground, lifeless after the sword pierced his heart, a fresh wave of attackers emerged from the surrounding woods, their forms shifting into wolves that charged forward with snarls and snapping jaws. The fight reignited instantly, the air thick with the sounds of battle once more as our warriors met them head-on without hesitation. I threw myself back into the fray, my body moving on pure instinct driven by the anger that had finally broken free, every strike landing with the full force of the pain and deception I had endured.Kael faced the warlock directly, the two of them locked in a clash that crackled with raw power. The warlock hurled dark energy and
Kael’s POVI already knew Lucian’s true self, the deception woven so carefully around Elara that revealing it now would shatter her in ways I was not prepared to witness. The supposed brother who had appeared with open arms and shared bloodlines carried nothing but lies, and the birthmark that had seemed to confirm their connection was likely as false as the rest of his story. I had set plans in place long before we left the pack borders, because I sensed trouble brewing the moment his vehicle pulled ahead of ours on this road to Thunderhowl. My warriors stood ready in the trailing cars, and my own instincts remained sharp, far more prepared than anyone who thought they could catch us off guard. Elara sat beside me in the vehicle, her posture still carrying the quiet stiffness from the morning, while Rowen remained alert across from us. I kept my expression calm, letting none of the knowledge I held show on my face as the convoy continued its steady progress through the forested stret
Writer’s POVAt the back of the council hall, long after torches had dimmed and servants had retreated to their quarters, two figures remained in the shadows.The vast chamber that had earlier roared with argument now stood silent, its stone walls echoing only with the faint crackle of dying flames
Kael’s POV“In line. Face your partner and attack.”My voice carried across the training grounds with enough force to silence the scattered murmurs of warriors adjusting their stances. The early sun glinted against metal as swords were raised in unison. Dust rose beneath boots shifting into positio
Kael’s POVWe remained within the stone circle long after the air had settled.The ancient pillars still glowed faintly around us, reacting to the promise I had spoken aloud, and the truth that lived inside my chest. The ground no longer trembled beneath our feet, but the energy of the place linger
Elara’s POV “Send Ava to bring her meal upstairs. She is too tired to come down.” The voice reached me through the haze of sleep, firm but quiet. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Then I opened my eyes. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar only for a second before memory returned. Ka







