LOGINWhen 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
His stare wasn’t lecherous or hostile. It was assessing. Quietly intense. Like he was trying to place her—like she was a song he’d heard before but couldn’t quite recall. His chalice remained untouched. The cards long forgotten. “Where are you from?” he asked, voice soft but weighted. Kaelani hes
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 wa
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 regr
A war cry ripped from her throat—raw, primal, the sound of a woman who would not be taken. And the power beyond the veil answered her call. With a crack that shook the ground, a massive tree branch swung down like a divine hammer, slamming into Elara mid-leap. The impact was brutal. A yelp—sharp







