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The night the Moon Goddess marked me, I wish she hadn’t.
I stood at the border of Thornridge and Blackthorn Pack, my boots sinking into the frozen ground. Behind me was my pack’s land, safe and familiar. Ahead of me was enemy soil, filled with danger and the scent of blood. The river between us whispered like it knew secrets I wasn’t supposed to hear.
I should have turned back. My father, Alpha Caden Thorn, would kill me if he knew I was here. But the mark on my palm burned like fire, glowing faintly in the moonlight. A crescent with thorns, carved into my skin as if by light itself.
The elders called it fate. The Goddess’s gift. A mate mark.
It didn’t feel like a gift. It felt like chains.
My wolf paced inside me, restless, pressing forward. She wanted something I didn’t understand. No, I told her. We can’t. We don’t belong here.
Then I smelled him.
Cedar. Rain. Smoke.
My chest locked tight.
He stepped out of the shadows on the far side of the river, and the world tilted.
Alpha Kael Blackthorn.
Even if I hadn’t seen him before at pack councils, I would’ve known who he was. Power rolled off him in waves, heavy and sharp. His golden eyes glowed in the dark, fixed on me like a predator who had already decided I was his prey.
The stories said he was ruthless, the youngest alpha in history, the wolf who carved his throne from blood. Seeing him now, I believed every word.
Still, my body betrayed me. My pulse hammered. My breath hitched. An odd tightening sensation started in my lower half. My wolf froze, then howled inside me.
Mate.
The word slammed into me so hard I stumbled.
Kael’s eyes darkened, and I saw the flicker of recognition in them. He felt it too. The mate bond.
“No,” I whispered. “No, this can’t be.”
Kael’s lips curved into something cruel. “Of all the wolves in the world, the Goddess ties me to a Thorn.”
My stomach dropped. My father would burn the world if he knew. Thornridge and Blackthorn had been enemies for generations. Our blood feud had taken too many lives already. To be tied to him, the man who carried that feud in his name, was unthinkable.
“I’ll never accept this,” I snapped, trying to ignore the way the bond pulled me toward him. His scent wrapped around me, dragging me closer even when I tried to step back.
Kael moved closer to the water, his golden eyes locked on me. “Then you’ll burn for eternity.” he said softly. “Because I won’t let you go.”
My heart hammered so hard it hurt. The mark on my palm pulsed like it agreed with him.
Before I could answer, I heard branches snap behind me.
“Rhea?”
I stiffened. My cousin Kade stepped into view, fury on his face, Mari right behind him. Their eyes dropped to my glowing palm.
Kade’s face went white. “No.” He grabbed my wrist so hard my bones ached. “We’re leaving. Now!”
Across the river, Kael’s wolves appeared, silent shadows with glowing eyes. One glance from him stopped them in their tracks, their discipline sharp and terrifying. He didn’t even need to raise his voice.
“Take your hand off her,” Kael said, his tone calm but absolute.
Kade’s grip tightened. “Touch her and I’ll tear your throat out!”
Kael’s eyes narrowed. “You’ll try.”
The air between them crackled with tension. My wolf pressed against my ribs, torn between my blood and my mate.
“Stop!” I shouted, jerking my hand free from Kade. “If you want me to leave, then stop making it worse!”
Kade froze, shocked at my tone. I’d never spoken to him like that before.
Kael’s gaze returned to me, sharp and burning. “We need to decide,” he said. “Now. We sever the bond before your pack finds out… or we don’t.”
The word don’t hit me like a hammer. Severing a bond meant intense pain. Some wolves didn’t survive it. Others lived hollow lives, broken in ways no healer could fix.
But not severing it? That may end up being worse. That meant a future that would destroy everything.
“I can’t,” I whispered. My throat felt raw. “Not tonight. Not here.”
For a second, I thought I saw relief flash in his eyes. He inclined his head slightly, his tone softer than before. “Then you’ll meet me,” he said.
“Absolutely not,” Kade growled beside me.
Kael ignored him, his golden eyes fixed only on me. “Two nights from now, at midnight, at the hunters’ chapel on the ridge. Its neutral ground. No pack owns it.”
The old chapel. Everyone knew it, it had been abandoned for years. It was haunted by human stories. It was a place where only fools went.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Two nights,” I said, my voice shaking.
Kael nodded once. “Don’t be late.”
Then he turned, and his wolves melted into the shadows with him, leaving only the echo of his command behind.
The bond throbbed inside me like a second heartbeat. My palm burned with the mark. I wanted to scream. I wanted to collapse. I wanted to run to him and never look back.
Kade grabbed my arm again, shaking. “You are telling your father. Before dawn.”
“I’m not,” I said, voice sharp. “If you want to, then go ahead. But I won’t.”
Kade’s jaw clenched. “I love you, Rhea. Don’t make me watch you throw yourself into ruin.”
Mari slipped her hand into mine, her eyes steady. “Sometimes ruin is exactly what the Goddess wants,” she whispered.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
That night, lying awake in my small room under the eaves, I stared out at the ridge where the chapel sat in the distance. My mark glowed faintly in the moonlight.
“Two nights,” I whispered to the dark.
The mark pulsed, like it was answering, as if it had heard me.
We slipped into the hall, the door closing heavy behind us. The packhouse hummed with low voices, shadows moving along the walls.Mari grabbed my wrist, pulling me into a corner. “You can’t keep lying forever,” she whispered fiercely. “It’ll tear you apart, and eventually, your father will find out.”“I don’t have a choice,” I whispered back. “If I give him Kael’s name, there will be a war before dawn.”Kade’s face was pale with fury. “Bran’s already circling. If he finds proof…”“Then I pray he doesn’t,” I said, though my voice cracked.The bond throbbed again, hot, angry. Kael’s wolf brushed against me in the dark, a growl in my bones. He had felt it all…the denial, the lie, the pain. My stomach twisted.Mari’s hand tightened on mine. “Secrets tear you apart.” she echoed Bran bitterly. &ldq
Chapter 8 — Say His NameThe office was too small to hold all the silence, it was suffocating.My father’s gaze pinned me, sharp and unblinking. The mark on my palm burned like it wanted to betray me itself. Bran stood just inside the door, smug and breathing too hard, holding out the tuft of black fur like a trophy.The scent of cedar and rain filled the room, Kael.“Say his name, Rhea,” my father said again. He was so calm and deadly.The bond yanked hard in my chest, desperate, pleading. My wolf shoved against my skin, whimpering for me to protect him, to protect us.I opened my mouth, then closed it.“Alpha,” Kade cut in, his voice sharp, too fast. “Fur proves nothing. Black wolves aren’t rare. Cedar grows everywhere on the ridge. Rogues could have rolled in it. Bran is reaching, searching for anything to fit his narritive.”Bran’s smile widened. “Convenient defense, Lieutenant. You smell that, don’t you? You know who smells like that.My heart seized.Mari stepped forward, her b
Caden cut him off with a look. He stepped around the desk and stood close enough that he could have counted my lashes. “You lie worse than you cook.” he said quietly. “Do not insult me at the same time.”My mouth went dry. The bond tugged hard, a panicked animal inside my ribs. “I’m not lying.”Mari breathed like a warning bell. Kade’s hand curled, the tendons in his wrist standing out.My father held my stare a beat longer, then looked away, his jaw working. He turned back to the desk and tapped the brand on Bran’s cloth with one blunt finger. “We found this same mark on a rogue carcass near Alder Creek last month. I kept it quiet to avoid panic. Tonight is too coincidental.”“Alder Creek is three days from here.” Kade said.“Yes.” Caden’s gaze flicked to the maps. “Someone is pushing rogue wolves toward our borders. I don’t think its Blackt
My father’s office felt colder than the hall.The stone walls raised high, making the room feel smaller than it was and unwelcoming. A scarred desk big enough to anchor a house, sat in the middle of the room and a single oil lamp threw hard light across maps and lists and knives scattered around. The room smelled like pine, ta, r and iron, with the weighing atmosphere of the quiet that comes before a storm.He didn’t sit. He stood behind the desk with his hands on the wood, shoulders squared, eyes on me like a hunter sighting a target.“Start talking.” Alpha Caden said. “I want the whole story.”Kade stepped to my side before I could open my mouth. “I sent Rhea to scout the old ridge line. This is all on me.”My father didn’t look at him. “I wasn’t speaking to you.”The words landed like a slap. Kade swallowed and stared at a knot in the desk wood.I kept my voice steady. “I took the ridge path. I found a rogue nest near the old chapel. I thought I could hide in there before they reali
My stomach dropped. Mari’s hands went still.Kade didn’t raise his voice. “I know you’re there.” he repeated, toward the pillar. “I don’t know which one. I don’t care.” His eyes cut to me. “Don’t make me drag you out.”Silence, thick as wool.Then Kael stepped from the pillar’s shadow.He didn’t growl, didn’t form a predatory stance. He simply stood there, tall and bloody and bright-eyed, and the chapel shifted around him, cold rolled through my veins. Heat followed so fast I almost swayed from the intensity of it.Kade didn’t move. He looked like a statue carved around a thunderstorm. His voice stayed very calm. “You.”Kael’s gaze skimmed him once and settled on me. It was everything, judgement and accusastions. “Thorn.”Kade’s jaw flexed. “You should be dead.”“So should your co
He stared for a long beat. Then he flicked his fingers at Lowell and Dane. “You heard her. Get the legs.” He knelt, took the shoulders of the nearest rogue, and dragged. The body slid with a wet scrape. Lowell swallowed and grabbed another. Dane hesitated, then bent too, jaw tight.I grabbed the third rogue by the scruff and pulled. My shoulder screamed; I gritted my teeth and kept moving. Kael’s eyes pressed at my back from the darkness, like a hand between my shoulder blades that wasn’t touching at all. My wolf seethed, unhappy with the distance.We made a grisly line of corpses near the doorway. Blood smeared across the threshold like a bad omen. Bran wiped his hands on his coat and lifted the lantern again, sweeping it along the bodies as if they might tell him a secret if he stared long enough.“Look,” Lowell said, crouching. “What’s that?”On the inside of one rogue’s hind leg, just above t







