Masuk*Aria*They didn’t drag me by the arms.They didn’t have to.Darius walked just ahead of me, shoulders tight, and every line of his body broadcasting barely leashed disapproval. Rhea paced at my side, jaw clenched, eyes flicking between the trees and my face as if expecting Lucian to appear out of both.The walk back to the manor took half the time it had taken to leave.It's funny how anger sped a path.By the time the outer walls rose through the trees, looming gray and solid against the winter‑pale sky, my heartbeat had finally slowed from a gallop to something like a sprint.Inside the courtyard, the usual morning bustle stuttered as we entered.Servants carrying baskets of linens paused mid‑step.A pair of younger warriors sparring to one side let their practice blows falter, eyes cutting toward us, toward me, toward Darius’s thunderous expression.“Luna,” someone murmured.“Is she—?”“Alpha’s going to—”The whispers cut off as Darius snapped, “Clear the hall.”Like a flock of st
*Aria*The manor felt like it was holding its breath.Wolves moved through the halls quicker than usual, their voices pitched low, and their ears tuned north. Trays rattled faintly in servants’ hands. Every open window seemed to inhale and exhale the same thin, cold air from the border.I knew before anyone said a word that something had shifted.By the time I reached the training yard, Rhea was already there, blade in hand, moving through a slow series of cuts that looked more like meditation than attack. Her focus was turned inward, but the tight set of her mouth gave her away.“Rhea,” I called.She finished her strike, held the final position a beat too long, then relaxed and turned.“Luna,” she said, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her forearm. “You’re up early. Nerves?”“Yes,” I said. “And no. What happened?”Her eyes flicked toward the manor, then to the tree line beyond the yard, then back to me.“You heard something?” she asked.“I heard scouts muttering about bein
The words sank into me like hooks.Hot, heavy.My heart slammed against his hand.“Lucian,” I said, not sure if it was a plea or warning.His eyes were molten now, gold rimmed in shadow, focused entirely on me.“You think this curse is my only weakness,” he said. “It’s not. You are. You make it quiet. You make the elders listen when they’d rather sneer. You walk into my nightmares and drag me out. And then you go and write letters to wolves who would love to see me on my knees.” His thumb brushed higher, along the edge of my jaw. “What am I supposed to do with that, except try to keep you where I can see you breathe?”I swallowed.“You’re not the only one who’s afraid,” I said, voice so soft I barely heard it. “Of them. Of the witch. Of… you.”The last word came out on a whisper.His hand tightened slightly on my neck, not enough to hurt, just enough to anchor.His eyes darkened with something like pain.“I will never intentionally harm you again,” he said, each syllable like a vow ca
*Aria*By morning, the forest had new eyes.You could feel them in the way the air pressed against the windows, in the restless pacing of the warriors outside, in the tight way everyone held themselves—as if expecting something to lunge out of the shadows at any moment.I woke from a thin, fractured sleep with my heart already pounding, the memory of charcoal on stone vivid behind my eyes.A circle. Three lines through it. The mark of the witch.Nightfang had answered.Not with words.With a symbol.An agreement.An invitation.An I see you.Rhea had not come back yet when I finally pushed off the blanket and sat up. Judging by the color of the sky at the window—pale gray, clouds like dirty wool—it was early, but not obscenely so. The manor was already stirring.I washed quickly, dressed faster, fingers fumbling once over the seam where the map usually lay. I left it hidden in the bottom of my chest instead. Taking it with me today felt like tempting fate twice.The corridor outsi
I’ve got patrol in an hour,” she said. “I can swing north, close enough to make this look standard perimeter. I’ll slip it into the hollow and be back before anyone whose opinion I about asks questions.”“Anyone whose opinion you care about,” I repeated. “What about the ones you don’t?”She grinned, fierce.“They’re welcome to spar with me about it later,” she said. “I could use the practice.”“You’re going to get yourself in trouble for me,” I said.“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she replied. “This one just has more ink.”She clapped my shoulder, a brief, grounding touch.“Stay close until I get back,” she added. “If this goes sideways, I want you where I can find you.”“Sideways how?” I asked.Her expression turned briefly, brutally honest.“If Lucian realizes his Luna is sending secret notes to the border, he’ll start howling,” she said. “And the elders will use that to paint you as a traitor.”My stomach lurched.“I’m not betraying him,” I said sharply.“I know that,” she replied
*Aria*Maps were liars.On parchment, the distance from Blackmoon Manor to the northern border was a handful of inches, a neat curve of river meeting a thick black line, a cluster of little inked trees and a tiny XIn reality, it was miles of forest and patrol routes, scent lines, and unspoken rules. Wolves on constant watch. Elders who liked to know exactly where the cursed Alpha’s Luna was at all times.I stood in front of the big wall map in Lucian’s war room, fingers hovering just shy of the ink, and felt the lie of those inches like an itch under my skin.Alone, I might have slipped out.In my old life—the one where I was more shadow than person—I’d learned all the quiet paths in and out of my parents’ estate. Which floorboards didn’t creak, which windowsills were narrow but passable.Here, though?I had guards now. Not officially assigned, but always there all the same.Eyes that followed me down corridors. Warriors who “happened” to be at the foot of the stairs when I wanted ai







