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
Julian sat alone in his office, the early morning sun spilling across Kaelani’s file. His gaze lingered on the line he couldn’t let go of: Origin: Lycan. Secondary Origin: Unknown. His thumb brushed the edge of her photo, that grainy image of a too-young girl with storm-gray eyes. “What are you?”
The bakery was quiet, the ovens cooled, the front lights dimmed. Kaelani sat at the desk in the small office tucked in the back, receipts and order slips spread out before her. The calculator clicked beneath her fingers, but the numbers blurred on the page, her mind circling elsewhere no matter how
She scoffed, “That’s it? No hello, no I missed you?” She slid onto the edge of his desk, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately. “You’ve barely spent any time with me since I got here.” “You know I’ve been working.” He barely glanced up, shuffling a stack of reports so she wouldn't see the restless
The sun had climbed higher by the time Kaelani finally left the house. The air was warm, the streets busy, the kind of ordinary noise that should’ve drowned out the thoughts still buzzing in her head. But Julian’s voice lingered — that low, careful tone from the morning call replaying like an itch s







