LOGINThe journey to Shadowfang stretched across two days, carrying me farther from the only home I had ever known with every turn of the wheels beneath our carriage. Towering pines lined the mountain roads, their branches swaying beneath a cool evening breeze, while rivers carved through valleys untouched by the corruption that had slowly consumed Silvercrest. The scenery should have been calming, yet my thoughts refused to settle.
I sat alone inside the spacious carriage, watching the landscape blur past the window while the mate bond remained an unfamiliar presence deep within my chest. It pulsed quietly whenever Damon rode close enough for me to sense him, then faded whenever he moved farther ahead with his warriors.
We had exchanged only a handful of words since leaving Silvercrest. Every meal had been taken separately and every stop along the journey reminded me that although we were husband and wife, we remained little more than strangers traveling in the same direction.
On the second afternoon, the convoy paused beside a crystal-clear river so the horses could rest. I stepped out of the carriage, grateful for the fresh air.
Several Shadowfang warriors immediately straightened upon seeing me, lowering their heads respectfully.
“My Luna.”
The title still felt unfamiliar as I smiled politely. “You may relax, you’ve all been traveling for two days.”
One of the younger warriors looked almost embarrassed “We are accustomed to long journeys.”
“You must still be tired.” He seemed surprised by the concern.
“Thank you, my Luna.”
Before he could say anything else, another warrior called his name, and he hurried away. I watched them organize supplies with remarkable efficiency. Every movement reflected discipline born from years of training. Unlike Silvercrest, where arguments often erupted among the guards, Shadowfang’s warriors worked together without raising their voices.
“They respect kindness.”
I turned to find Gabriel approaching with two wooden cups and he handed one to me. “It is only herbal tea, but it should help with the cold.”
I accepted it gratefully “Thank you.”
For a moment, we stood in comfortable silence, watching the wolves prepare the camp. “You have served Damon for a long time, haven’t you?” I asked.
“Since he became Alpha.”
“You must know him well.”
Gabriel considered the question carefully “I know the leader.”
“And the man?”
A faint smile crossed his scarred face “That is more complicated.”
His answer intrigued me “The stories people tell about him are… colorful.”
“They usually are.”
“Are they true?”
He looked toward Damon, who stood near the river discussing something with his captains.
“Some of them.”
It was not the answer I had hoped for, but Gabriel took another sip from his cup before speaking again.
“Our Alpha is many things, my Luna.” His gaze remained fixed on Damon. “Cruel is not one of them.”
The words lingered in my mind, cruel, perhaps not but careless that seemed far more accurate. The sound of laughter drifted across the camp as several female attendants had approached Damon carrying fresh food and wine. They spoke confidently, smiling with obvious admiration as he thanked them.
One of them rested her hand lightly against his arm while saying something that made the others laugh. Damon did not remove her hand and a strange discomfort settled inside me. I reminded myself that I had no right to feel possessive. Our marriage had never been built upon affection.
Even so, watching another woman touch my husband less than two days after our wedding awakened an emotion I wished I did not possess.
Gabriel noticed where I was looking “They are members of the household staff.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“No.” His expression softened slightly “But I thought you might wonder.”
Before I could respond, Damon glanced toward us and out eyes met briefly. He nodded once, then returned to his conversation, no smile, no invitation, nothing.
The convoy resumed its journey before sunset. As darkness settled over the mountains, enormous stone walls appeared in the distance. At first, I mistook them for part of the cliffs but then I realized they surrounded an entire city, Shadowfang.
Even from miles away, its size stole my breath. Massive watchtowers overlooked every approach to the territory, each flying black banners embroidered with silver wolves. Countless lanterns illuminated the fortress walls as warriors patrolled the battlements with practiced precision.
Unlike Silvercrest, whose defenses had slowly deteriorated over the years, Shadowfang radiated strength. No wonder neighboring packs feared challenging Damon and the enormous gates opened before the convoy reached them.
Hundreds of pack members had gathered along the main avenue leading toward the Alpha Manor. Children sat upon their fathers’ shoulders for a better view while merchants stepped outside their shops to watch the procession pass.
“The Alpha has returned.”
“Our Luna is with him.”
“I heard she has no wolf.”
“I heard she’s beautiful.”
“I heard the marriage was arranged.”
Whispers followed the carriage from every direction, some curious, some are skeptical while some are openly judgmental. I kept my posture straight despite the growing unease inside me.
If these people expected weakness, I would not give it to them. The Alpha Manor stood at the highest point of the city, overlooking every street below. It was larger than the Silvercrest estate by several times, built from dark stone that blended naturally with the surrounding mountains. Elegant gardens softened its imposing appearance, while fountains carved in the likeness of wolves lined the entrance.
The carriage came to a gentle stop and before I could reach for the door, it opened from outside. For one hopeful moment, I thought Damon had come to help me.
Instead, an elderly servant bowed respectfully “My Luna.”
He extended his hand “I am Edwin, the head steward. Welcome to Shadowfang.”
I accepted his assistance with a grateful smile “Thank you.”
As my feet touched the ground, every servant standing outside lowered their heads “Welcome home, Luna Samantha.”
The greeting echoed across the courtyard. Home, the word felt unfamiliar. Damon dismounted his horse and climbed the steps without waiting for me.
He paused only long enough to address the staff “This is your Luna.”
Every servant bowed again “We will serve her faithfully.”
He nodded once “Good.”
Then, without another glance in my direction, he disappeared inside the manor. The silence that followed felt heavier than before.
Edwin cleared his throat gently “If you will allow me, my Luna, I shall show you your chambers.”
“My chambers?”
The words escaped before I could stop them and he hesitated for the briefest moment.
“The Alpha instructed us to prepare the east wing for you.”
A cold sensation spread through my chest “The east wing.”
“Yes.”
I looked toward the grand staircase where Damon had vanished. Married couples, especially fated mates, traditionally shared a suite within the Alpha residence. Separate chambers were almost unheard of.
The servants exchanged uneasy glances, no one spoke and no one needed to. They all understood what Damon had just announced without saying the words aloud.
Our marriage might exist before the Moon Goddess, but inside Shadowfang Manor…The Alpha had no intention of sharing his life with his Luna.
Edwin led me through elegant hallways decorated with portraits of former Alphas and their mates. Every painting showed couples standing side by side, equal and united and the irony was impossible to ignore. At the end of the eastern corridor, Edwin opened a pair of beautifully carved doors.
“This will be your residence.”
The suite was breathtaking, a very spacious sitting room overlooked the mountains through floor-to-ceiling windows. Shelves filled with books lined one wall, while fresh flowers decorated polished oak furniture. Beyond the sitting room lay a luxurious bedroom with a canopy bed draped in silver fabric.
Everything had been prepared with remarkable care, everything except one detail, there was no sign that the room belonged to a married woman, no shared wardrobe, no personal belongings belonging to Damon, no trace of a husband only the quiet realization that before I had even spent a single night in Shadowfang, my place in this manor had already been decided.
I was the Luna in title but I would be living like a guest.
His face lost some of its color. “I was never supposed to see that,” he whispered.He rubbed both hands over his face and leaned back against the wall. “Once or maybe twice. People like me weren’t supposed to know it existed. The black stone was as high as most of us ever reached. We received instructions through intermediaries, carried messages, watched borders, gathered information, moved supplies, and reported what we saw. We knew there were people above the ones giving us orders, but we weren’t told who they were.”“And the mark?” I asked.Corvin stared at the document for several seconds before finally answering. “It belonged to them, some people called them the Keepers. I don’t know whether that was their true name. Different groups used different names, and people like me were never important enough to know which one was correct. What I do know is that they were concerned with old bloodlines, old territories, and the prophecy.”I kept my gaze on
He rubbed his bound hands together. “That your mother had learned something she was never supposed to discover. Something that could expose people who had spent generations keeping the prophecy buried. They believed that if she continued searching, she would eventually identify the bloodline and bring the prophecy back into the open.”My throat tightened. “Whoever they were, they were afraid of her.”The answer hurt because it sounded exactly like my mother. She had never been someone who walked away simply because powerful people told her to. She had protected Silvercrest until the end, even when the people around her had turned against her.I looked toward the black-stone symbol etched into the metal disc resting on the table outside the chamber. “So the network wasn’t created because of Rowan.”“No, Rowan and Vivianne was only one part of it.” The word settled heavily between us.I took a slow breath. “Then there were people above both of them.” I turned away from Corvin and walked
When he saw me enter, he lowered his gaze. I took the chair opposite him while Gabriel remained near the door. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. I wanted him to feel the weight of the silence before I asked anything. “You asked to speak with me,” I said.The prisoner nodded slowly. “I did.”“I assume you understand that whatever you tell me will determine what happens to you. If you’re hoping for protection, information is the only thing you have that can buy it.” I said.He swallowed and rubbed his bound hands against his knees. “I want to live.”“Then tell me the truth.” I said.His eyes lifted to mine. “My name is Corvin Hale, my family lived in the northern territories for generations,” he said after a pause. “But we stopped belonging to any one pack a long time ago.”“And the black stone?” I asked.His expression tightened. He looked down at his hands before answering. “It’s not a pack. It’s a network. Families, former warriors, traders, messengers, and people scattered a
There were no names, signatures, or explanations, but there were markings. The same broken circle and the same narrow line through its center. Beneath several of the markings were numbers that appeared to correspond with locations around Silvercrest.That evening, Gabriel spread the documents across the council table. “They’ve been mapping our movements,” he said.I studied the pages carefully. “There are patrol routes here and the western supply road.” I looked at another sheet and felt my stomach tighten. “The council hall.”Gabriel nodded grimly. “They’ve been watching us for longer than we thought.”The realization settled heavily over me. The people we had captured weren’t random trespassers. They had information about Silvercrest that could only have been gathered by someone who had been observing us for some time, and they clearly weren’t alone. “What about the other sightings?” I asked.Gabriel’s expression hardened. “We’re checki
Later that night, I returned to my mother’s old study. The room had remained untouched for years, and I had avoided spending too much time there because every object seemed to carry a memory. But now I needed to think like an investigator rather than a grieving daughter. I saw another of my mothers journals hidden away under one of the old tables and I turned through the pages. My mother’s handwriting filled the paper with notes about Silvercrest’s administration, people she distrusted, old disputes, and questions she had never managed to answer. I stopped when I reached one of the pages she had marked with a small crescent. There was no explanation beside it, only a list of names. Some belonged to Silvercrest officials I already knew, while others were unfamiliar. One name caught my attention because it had been crossed out so heavily that the paper beneath it was almost torn. I ran my finger over the ink, trying to understand why my mother had marked
My mother had left me more than a position. She had left me a home worth fighting for, and now at last, I was ready to fight for it. The first days of my leadership were filled with work rather than celebration. Silvercrest had survived years of corruption, but surviving was not the same as recovering, and I quickly discovered that there were more problems beneath the surface than the council records had revealed. Food stores had to be counted again because the previous numbers could not be trusted, several homes near the western settlement needed repairs, and the medical stores were dangerously low. The warriors also needed new patrol schedules because the border posts had been neglected under Rowan’s administration.I spent most of my days moving from one problem to another, listening to people who had grown accustomed to having their concerns ignored. For the first time, I began to understand what my mother must have carried when she led Silvercrest. It was never simply the title;







