로그인A sudden screech shattered the silence.Kaelani surged to her feet, her chair toppling backward with a loud clatter against the stone floor. Whispers ceased and startled glances from the nearby revelers were drawn by the sudden commotion.The six warriors who had escorted her instantly snapped to attention, spears drawn with deadly precision. The gold-veined tips glowed faintly as they leveled them at her chest.Kaelani didn’t flinch.Her eyes burned as she stared past them, fists clenched at her sides. “What have you done to her?” she demanded, voice trembling with fury. Draevyn didn’t so much as lift a brow.He swirled the last of his wine, watching the dark liquid dance before bringing the glass to his lips. One slow sip. One long moment of silence.Then: “Nothing she didn’t deserve.”The words struck like a slap.She took a bold step forward—met instantly by the threatening hiss of spears adjusting, tips grazing the air in warning. Still, she didn’t back down.“Deserve?” Her voic
The words echoed like a curse in her mind.Unseelie Court.That’s what Garrick had called it. That’s what he’d said her mother was—a dark fae of the Unseelie Court.Kaelani’s heart pounded, but the rhythm was hollow, stunned, as her legs moved of their own accord, flanked by six spear-wielding warriors. The world around her was strange, yet undeniably beautiful.A realm of shadow and reverie stretched wide before her.The streets they walked shimmered under the glow of the twin moons, stone paths inlaid with silver striations that pulsed like magic. Music throbbed from every direction—haunting, melodic, wild—and bodies danced in its grip. Fae in masks and velvet and glittering armor spun in circles, laughed too loudly, touched too freely.It was intoxicating.Kaelani’s breath caught as they passed a cluster of revelers playing some kind of table game—cards perhaps, but every movement was laced with something more. A flick of fingers made dice roll a second longer than they should. A s
A sharp jab to her ribs snapped Kaelani out of unconsciousness.She gasped, body lurching upright as her eyes flew open—only to be met with a flash of steel and light.A half-dozen spearheads, glowing with crackling energy, hovered inches from her face.She sat up instinctively—and instantly regretted it.The circle of weapons closed in, humming with a power she didn’t recognize.The metal tips shimmered with an iridescent sheen, like moonlight dipped in oil, and veins of bright gold energy pulsed along their shafts.They weren’t just spears—they were alive with magic.The figures wielding them wore armor darker than shadow, etched with glyphs that writhed when she looked too long.Tall, silent, and unmoving, they stared down at her with eyes like smoke-washed silver—gray and gleaming—a color that eerily mirrored her own.She could feel it in the air—not just power, but command. These were no ordinary guards. The ground beneath her buzzed with an energy she didn’t understand, and the
Kaelani burst through the chamber doors, her sneakers skidding against the stone as she tore into the corridor beyond.The hall stretched endlessly before her—cold, dimly lit, lined with heavy doors and high arched ceilings that swallowed sound. She didn’t stop to think. Didn’t dare.Behind her, claws scraped. Snarls erupted. The guards had shifted—and they were gaining fast.She glanced back, heart racing.They’re so close she can hear their heartbeats.Her wolf stirred within her, wild and restless.How do I bring her out?Two doors appeared on the right. She veered toward the first, nearly crashing into it, hand fumbling for the handle.“Shift,” she gasped, eyes locked on the blur of wolves charging closer.Locked.Panic surged.She sprinted to the second door.“Emerge,” she whispered—desperate now, the word trembling off her tongue.Still locked.A snarl split the air. One of the wolves lunged.She spun toward it, both hands flying up on instinct, bracing for the brutal impact of
Kaelani’s body thrummed with power.A surge of energy crackled through her like lightning beneath her skin — wild, uncontainable, alive.For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel inferior.She didn’t feel helpless.She felt dangerous.A low, guttural growl rumbled in her chest — dark and primal. Her wolf… it was there. Breathing. Pacing. Snarling. No longer silent. No longer buried. Her lips parted as the sound vibrated through her, something feral uncoiling in her bones.So that’s what that feels like.They had spent her whole life warring within her —The beast and the lightning in her blood.The wolf and the other half of her identity.Each clawing for control.Each refusing to yield.But the moment her freedom was threatened…They stopped fighting.They rose.Together.Her eyes snapped to him — Julian.Pinned. Restrained. Thrashing beneath the guards trying to hold him down.Something inside her snapped.Her wolf surged at the sight of him, a furious, possessive snarl tighte
The silence was deafening.A stillness so absolute, it rang louder than any outcry. Not a breath stirred. Not a rustle of cloth or scrape of boot against the floor. Just the weight of anticipation pressing down on every soul in the chamber.And then — finally — Alpha Garrick looked at her.Kaelani’s breath halted.It was the first time his eyes had met hers since she’d been dragged into that chamber, since the lies began pouring from his mouth. Now, in that single glance, she saw it all — the guilt, the strain, the crumbling edges of a secret too long buried.Her face hardened, though disbelief and betrayal pulsed behind her eyes.All this time… he knew who my father was.The Elder’s voice broke through the quiet, calm but edged with finality.“If you refuse to answer, Alpha Garrick, you will wait in a cell of your own while the Council conducts its own paternity test. You will not delay these proceedings further.”Garrick was sweating now. Maybe not visibly, but the shift in his post







