MasukWhen they returned to the Blackthorn packhouse, Julian expected to find his mother in one of her usual places—the sunroom overlooking the gardens, or the small sitting alcove near the east corridor where she liked to read. She wasn’t there. He checked the parlor. The dining hall. Nothing. A fai
Julian sat at the kitchen table, tension still visible in the tight line of his shoulders as Kaelani moved at the counter, finishing the last touches on their breakfast. “I would have ripped his head clean off his shoulders,” he said quietly, though there was nothing casual about the way he said it
Lyressa’s expression softened, though there was quiet gravity beneath it. “The moment Draevyn fell, the illusion fell with him,” she said. “They saw clearly what they had refused to see. That they turned away from their rightful queen out of fear and ignorance.” Her gaze did not waver. “They were
Surprise flashed across Kaelani’s face as her eyes flicked briefly to Lyressa before returning to Julian. “I had some business to attend to,” she said. “I wasn’t gone that long. I thought you’d still be asleep.” Julian didn’t respond out loud. “You can’t just leave like that,” he said through the
Elara’s crying still echoed through the courtyard when Kaelani lifted her hands. Violet light flared outward from her palms in a sudden, controlled surge, rippling across the pack grounds in expanding waves. The energy arced over rooftops, threaded through the treeline, and sealed overhead in a vas
Kaelani glanced down at her palm, the cut sealing before her eyes. Garrick stepped forward. Slowly, intentionally, he lowered himself to one knee before her and placed his hand over his heart. “I, Garrick Blake, pledge my allegiance to Kaelani Blake of Silveredge. As Alpha. In loyalty. In service
Kaelani strained against the roots, muscles trembling, fury blazing in her eyes even as the living restraints forced her into submission. The courtyard lay in violent disarray. Stone tables had been overturned or hurled aside, some shattered completely, their broken legs jutting from the ground li
Kaelani descended the sweeping stone staircase of the castle slowly, one hand trailing along the cold railing to steady herself. Her head throbbed. A dull, relentless ache pulsed behind her eyes, blurring the edges of her vision as if the world itself had softened into something unreal. Her limb
Only then did he seem to notice her. For a moment he simply looked at Lyressa through the narrow crack in the doorway, his expression unreadable beneath the dim light. Not surprised. Not panicked. Almost… Disappointed. Lyressa’s breath trembled in her chest as their eyes met. The golde
The boardroom at Blackthorn was all polished wood and steel, its walls lined with windows that framed the dense forest beyond. Julian sat at the head of the long table, shoulders squared, every line of him composed. The screen at the far end flickered with faces—Alphas and Betas from the summit, pa







