FAZER LOGINKaelen had not slept properly since the wedding. Every time he closed his eyes, Ravok’s voice filled his skull, and it was starting to get really annoying.You humiliated her. You made my mate a laughingstock. I will not forgive you. The more he tried to shake the voice off, the louder Ravok got. Humiliating her was one thing, but Kaelen refusing to admit it was another. Ravok hated being ignored more than anything he could ever think of, and Kaelen was using the silence weapon on him unapologetically.Kaelen slammed another warrior onto the training floor hard enough to crack stone beneath them. A wad of thick sweat trickled down his nose as his chest rose and fell. The poor warrior was his venting tool.The training grounds fell silent with the loud thud while the warrior groaned painfully. Kaelen stepped back, breathing heavily. His control was fraying, thanks to the voice that wouldn’t shut up in his head. Everything irritated him to the core, and he couldn’t even point to the mai
“I just can’t find my way around this.” Carys whined, pointing to the landline she had been battling withThe light chuckle Lyra tried to swallow found its way out as she walked towards the table. The silence between them was broken with the punching of the keypads, which was ended with a slight turn of the side button.“You need to turn this button so the security team can get the signal. We are very intentional about the frequency and information of our pack. That is why technology like your phone cannot work here.”Although she had been briefed by the maid, she still couldn’t wrap her head around it.“What about laptops and tabs? You all don’t use the internet?”“The tower team has access to that, and they can transfer the information to the decision board. Anything that needs to be shared to the pack will go through announcements or mind links. We are superior, so we don’t need some technology to control us.”Her statement stung Carys a bit, but she just smiled. Why would anyone e
Carys woke up to the quiet quarters. It wasn’t that strange because she had spent decades in a familiar environment. Back at home, she was hidden from everyone most of the time.The silence of that sunless chamber back home was even scarier. The silence she heard was accompanied by coldness that was born out of the wind blowing from the surrounding mountains.Her heart beat loudly against her ribcage, making her anxious with each passing second. The heavy blankets were the only shield between her and the harsh environment that wanted to swallow her whole.As if her life depended on it, the ceiling above her became a visual board that would calm her nerves. Her eyes were so focused, almost boring holes into it. With a sudden jolt, the blankets landed on the floor, her eyes darting to her arm immediately.Something was missing. The dark mark stretching from her collarbone to her wrist looked strangely dull beneath her skin. The violent violet glow that usually pulsed faintly through the
The Great Hall was built for giants and wolves, not for a fragile, human girl. When Kaelen’s rejection floated in the air, "This union is a prison of politics, not a bond of soul,” the silence that followed was too intense.As Kaelen strode out, the pack didn't just move aside; they pulled away from her, as if her very presence might be contagious.Lady Mirella drifted through the crowd, her smile lurking at the tip of her lips like she was trying not to laugh hard. She stopped just inches from Carys, her scent of night-blooming jasmine with crushed gardenias filling the area within seconds.She had always maintained a high-profile scenting game, so it wasn’t hard for anyone to notice her presence even without looking. It was her signature."It’s a pity," Mirella purred, loud enough for the nearby warriors to hear. "We were told to expect a jewel of the Obsidian Court, a 'Stabilizer' to save our bloodline. But there’s nothing here. No pulse, no magic, no life. Just a hollow doll that
The journey to the wolf kingdom took hours. They passed through several mountains, the vehicles traveling at high speed on a bumpy road amid towering mountains and trees.It was almost like an unending journey, and no one said a word unless it was extremely necessary. After what felt like a lifetime, the vehicle finally passed through massive security gates, with a huge sign on the gate reading "Ironfang Keep."It was the wolf capital. Everything was pretty much the same as where she came from, but the atmosphere was chillier, and the scents were stronger. Everyone had a distinct scent that she couldn’t help but perceive.The moment Carys stepped out of the vehicle, the mark on her arm went cold. The faint violet glow disappeared completely. She frowned slightly because that had never happened before, but before she could think about it further, Rowan spoke.“The wedding begins in two hours.”That was it? That was their way of welcoming a guest? No tour, greeting, or welcoming party?
Carys stood outside the council office, her heart pounding. Inside, she could hear her father and brother talking, and her name came up more than once.She didn’t knock, only pushed the door open.Both men looked at her. King Malakor stood beside the wide glass window that overlooked the city. Valerius sat calmly at the long table, scrolling through a tablet filled with documents.Neither of them looked surprised to see her. That was the only free day she had in the week, and if not for the proposal, she was supposed to be back in her prison.“You can’t do this,” she protested.Her voice shook despite her effort to stay calm. Malakor barely glanced at her.“The decision has already been made.”“You’re sending me away,” she said. “To the wolves.” Valerius leaned back in his chair, his voice laced with excitement. “You say that like it’s a punishment,” he said lightly.She stared at him. “You’re sending me to people who hate humans.”“Correction,” Valerius replied calmly. “People who h
The High Council Chamber inside Ironfang Keep was filled with chaos.The circular room was filled with the most powerful wolves in the kingdom, which consisted of Alphas of smaller packs, military commanders, council elders, and noble families whose bloodlines had served the throne for generations.
The ride back to Ironfang Keep shouldn’t have been quiet. Usually after a Blood Moon hunt, the pack returned with victory energy, everyone laughing, pushing each other, and arguing about who had made the best kill.Tonight, no one spoke.Kaelen rode at the front of the convoy, the cold wind from th
The halls of the Obsidian Court were quiet and cold. Under the long ceiling lights were shining marble floors with tall statues of past rulers who had ruled the kingdom before them.Even with the stone stature, their faces looked calm, but their empty eyes were looking alive, following anyone who w
The leather straps of Kaelen Draven’s hunting armor creaked as he pulled them tight across his chest. The room was filled with metallic crispness with a lingering scent of frozen pine needles and crushed granite that followed him from his constant visit to the North Ridge.The cold air was drifting







