I took a moment to compose myself even as my wolf wanted to push through and change, knowing she could handle the pain a lot better than human me.
Can’t believe the douche called me cruel. The bully part I could understand, I was a bit of a bully. I mean one year fresh out of high school couldn’t erase the years I spent using my fist instead of my words as Elder Alaric said, but damn, did John have to mention it? A sharp insistent pain made me groan and I leaned against the outside of the Den extending my neck to release some of the tension as my wolf growled at me. The Den itself was carved from old stone and concrete. So at least it made it a bit harder for the pups to smell my pain. There were corridors branching in vines beneath the valley. It felt like an underground hotel. Although the place was old, with Glyphs and claw marks lining the walls, the security systems, AI interface and technology was as modern as one could get. The kitchen equipment costed the pack a leg and a half plus the green room underground was equipped with every kind of vegetable we could get our hands on growing under led lights. We had an eco-pool getting sun from a small part in the ‘cave’. Of course it was wolf built but it worked. I loved staying here during my younger days. The electricity worked on 90% solar which meant we were still 10% on grid power which was owned by the humans The scent of sage and earth filled the air as I entered the place I spent my youth in. It was before my mother was taken and my father left to fight in the west. Both gone. I hastened my movement toward the backrooms past the training centre, further away from the communal room and up a few stairs into the next door. A metal door. I expected elders. A trial circle. Maybe even an exile sentence if they were feeling theatrical. I was disappointed. The pain however wasn’t my reason. That particular thing was on going and the sweat dripping down my spine and on my forehead told me it would be on going for a while. What I didn’t expect… was Haden. He was standing just inside the Elders chamber, leaned against a stone pillar like he was bored, arms crossed over his chest. His dark brown hair was tousled like he’d run here and then tried to act like he hadn’t. His build hadn’t changed—still broad, still 6’3”, still wearing that smug, quiet authority like it was stitched into his skin like a piece of dragons tail. But what had changed was the crescent-shaped mate mark burned into his neck. Twisting black runes carved deep into skin, pulsing faintly with the bond magic. I stared at it a moment too long. He smiled, just a little. But even so small it was enough to tell me two things—a, his mating bond was strong and solid, b, I would never have that because as I stared at him with sweat dotting my forehead, and pain coursing through my veins and bone marrow, I wouldn’t know that feeling. My mate rejected me. “Didn’t think you’d show,” he said as his green eyes grew smaller with a deepening smile. I snorted. “Didn’t realize you were back to loitering in elder’s halls. How’s mate life treating you?” Not that I needed an answer. He didn’t answer right away. Just watched me like he was reading the fine print of my soul. Not that it mattered since we both knew I was in pain and trying to act as though I wasn’t bordered on stupidity since we were shifters, wolf shifters. We could smell anything. “She’s calm,” he finally said. “Predictable. Likes silence. But surprisingly she’s exactly right at the same time.” I made a face. “So… boring.” He tilted his head. “Sometimes boring’s what keeps people alive.” I brushed past him leaving the elder's room. “Or just emotionally dead.” His voice followed me down the corridor. “You shouldn’t have taken the bait. And I’m not just talking about last night with Desiree. Last year…” I froze. Turned and ignored the pain burning me alive, ignored the sting of his words and the audacity to bring it up. “You think I don’t know that?” My voice was low. “You think I don’t hear myself every night replaying that moment like it was a damn loop?” He stepped forward, eyes bright in the torchlight. “Then why’d you do it, Ash?” I hated when he used my short name. Only a few people got to do that—and he hadn’t earned it back. “She said I’d be alone forever,” I said simply. Ignoring the bigger issue, the year old issue we had. “And I believed her.” "And what about me, did you forget or is this another one of your 'I don't remember' scenarios?" "Last year happened because you were mated to someone else." His expression shifted. Just slightly. Like he wanted to say something but bit it back. Before the silence stretched too long, Elder Amer stepped into view from the corridor behind Haden, hands on her hips, and barked out, “There you are. Took you long enough.” I blinked. “Wait… I’m not here for a death sentence?” “Nope,” she said, turning on her heel. “You’re on pup duty.” I blinked harder. “I’m sorry. What duty?” Amer shot me a look over her shoulder. “Come on, Gorde. You’ve been chewing through the elders’ patience like a bone. Now you get to work with the only things in this pack more volatile than you.” “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I’m dead serious. You’ve got thirty days to prove you’re still part of this pack. Or the next time someone files a complaint, they’ll cut you loose. And you know what that means for younglings like you, either you get shipped to another pack or worse, human life for you. Come. Now.” Haden gave me a look like I warned you. I flipped him off and followed Elder Amer down the corridor. What they really meant was 'We won't toss you out and cut you loose, but we will ship you off and pull your strings tight enough until we ready to take you back.' There was no leaving the pack. I knew that, the others who were 'kicked out' knew that and even the ones who convinced themselves they were now lone wolves. only mated ones who mated other wolves could leave the Pack.Krav The pressure pushed again, harder. Not an attack. An instruction. Get up. Move. Remember. Claim. The same way I would tell a young dragon to ride a crosswind instead of fighting it until he tumbled. “Not yours,” I said. “Not this life.” I felt it smile. Not warm. Not cruel. Certain. Then my vision shifted a last time and locked into something that made my stomach drop. I was looking through eyes that were mine and not mine at a battlefield that wasn’t a field. A grid suspended in air. Bodies moved across it in lines. Wolves. Dragons. Something older. I moved my hand and the grid answered. A door opened in the middle and he walked through. Me. Not me. He carried blue in his bones the way I carried it in my blood. He carried heat in his wings that matched the heat in my throat. He looked at me like I was late. Then he said my name in a voice that had never needed a mouth. “Korrin.” My body flinched. No one had called me that in years. Not as a name. As a title. The old wo
Krav Flight always cleared my head. Not tonight.The city dropped away under me into a clean grid of dark roofs and blue ward lines. The tower spires cut the clouds. My wings drove hard. Air burned through my lungs clean and hot. I pushed higher until the hum of the lower nets faded and only the high lanes held me.Catan wanted the cold and the height. My panther wanted ground and walls. I ignored both. I needed the sky.Three days since Ashlyn’s vision. Three days since Keiral said the name none of us should have said. Three days of sleep broken into pieces. Every time I closed my eyes, the seams moved. Every time I landed, the ground felt wrong, like it wanted to tilt.I banked east and cut for the ridge. The mountains held steady in the dark, black lines against a washed moon. I rolled, locked my wings, and let my body fall until the wind screamed in my ears. At the last second I snapped open, flared, and climbed again. Muscle. Bone. Heat. Simple.Then my vision blurred.It hit fa
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Keiral For many moments we stood in silence, contemplative of what this all meant.Ashlyn. Me. Mira. The deaths. The god. It was hard to come up with anything worth saying.The lab around us hummed — the steady pulse of tech, the low thrum of the generators under the floor. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, and the air felt too still, too tight.Ashlyn stood with her arms crossed, eyes distant, as if she was somewhere else entirely. I sat on the edge of the counter, legs dangling, trying to make sense of the puzzle pieces that refused to fit. Mira sat near the door, her head low, fingers fidgeting with the charm Ashlyn had given her weeks ago.It wasn’t just fear that hung between us. It was confusion — a thick, heavy kind that doesn’t let thoughts form straight.“I keep thinking maybe it’s all connected,” I said finally. “The deaths. The dreams. The god.”Ashlyn didn’t look at me. “They are.”Her voice was quiet, but final.Mira lifted her head. “Then why us?”That was the questio
Ashlyn In all my years, I knew someday death would find me like a calling card, waiting to show me its face.It came that night.Krav’s apartment was quiet except for the hum of the city through the windows. My skin still burned from where his hands had been, slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of us, saalt, musk, heat, and something electric that always came after we touched. My hair clung to my neck. His heartbeat pressed steady against my back as I lay half across his chest, eyes half closed, lungs trying to remember what calm felt like.We didn’t talk. We never did right after. It wasn’t awkwar, just silent. The kind of silence that said everything we didn’t have to.Krav’s fingers traced along my shoulder, lazy. His breath warmed my ear. “You’re quiet,” he murmured.“I’m thinking.”“About what?”“Whether the gods still remember who they made us to be.”He gave a quiet laugh, more breath than sound. “If they ever did.”I smiled faintly, but it faded almost as quick. S
KeiralIt had been a month since they found out about the god, and not a single day since that day had passed without me worrying about it. The labs were quieter now, but my mind wasn’t. Every night the dreams came.The black horse.The shadowed figure.The voice whispering about choices and fire.It was never the same, yet it always ended the same — a feeling that something inside me was ticking down, waiting.The rain started late that afternoon, soft against the window glass. I sat cross-legged on the couch, hair pulled up, surrounded by folders and half-empty tea cups. The apartment Ellan had given me was too big. Too polished. Chrome counters, slate floors, a single plant that kept dying because I forgot to water it. It didn’t feel like home — just a pause.A knock came at the door.I didn’t move. “I’m working,” I said.“You’re lying,” Ellan’s voice answered through the door.I sighed, got up, and opened it.He stood there holding a brown paper bag that smelled like soy sauce, ga