เข้าสู่ระบบ~ Iris Dinner was tense.Not because the food was bad. Or the wine lacking. Or even because the servants moved awkwardly around the long dining table.No. The tension was in the air, thick enough to taste.Kael sat across from me. Calm. Cold. Observing. Always observing.Duncan sat to my right, silent, brooding, his presence a controlled storm. Every so often his gaze flicked toward Kael, sharp, assessing.I tried to ignore the weight of it all and focused on my plate. I didn’t dare look at Kael too much; his eyes were like magnets, pulling me in, daring me to react.“So…” Kael’s voice cut through the silence, smooth, deliberate. “This is how your family dinners go?”I swallowed. “Eat your food, Kael.”Duncan’s fork paused mid-air. “Watch your tone,” he said.Kael didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned back, fingers drumming lightly on the table. “I’m just trying to understand the family dynamic.”
~ DuncanThe moment I stepped onto the training ground…I felt it. That shift in the air.The kind that only comes when something is wrong.My gaze swept across the field,warriors standing too still, Thorne catching his breath, Mira watching like she was enjoying a show…And then…I saw it.Iris. She was Standing too close, her hands still onhim. On him.Kael.Something dark twisted in my chest.“Step away from him.”My voice cut through the space like a blade.Sharp. Cold. Final.Silence fell instantly.Iris stiffened, Kael didn’t move.Of course he didn’t. Instead, He leaned back slightly on the bench, completely relaxed, like this was all entertainment to him.Like I was entertainment. My jaw tightened.“I said,” I repeated, slower this time, more dangerous, “step away from him.”Iris exhaled softly, then finally stepped back.But not b
~ Kael 3 weeks laterThe training ground smelled like sweat, dust, and challenge.Perfect.I rolled my shoulders once as I stepped into the open field, the early sun casting long shadows across the packed earth. A few warriors were already there, sparring, laughing… living like nothing had changed.Like I hadn’t just walked into their world and shifted the balance.Pathetic.“Who’s first?” I asked casually, cracking my neck.Silence.Then murmurs…They were hesitant.Good.A tall one stepped forward eventually,broad shoulders, confident stance.“Name’s Jace,” he said.I nodded once. “Kael.”He smirked. “Yeah… we know.”Of course you do.He moved first…Fast. Not bad.But not enough.I sidestepped easily, grabbed his arm mid-swing, twisted…Boom.He hit the ground hard, air knocked clean out of his lungs.Gasps.
~ Duncan The moment I heard his voice from the other side of the door…Something in me snapped.Not anger, Not just anger.. .Something deeper… Something older.“Can I come in… or are we still pretending I’m not part of this family?”Family.The audacity of that word coming from him.My jaw clenched so tightly I could feel the strain in my skull. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, irritated… ready.U know I shouldn't be feeling this way but he has passed boundaries and I don't see him as my son again.“Stay here,” I told Iris, my voice low.But of course… She didn’t listen.Her hand wrapped around my wrist, firm.“No.”I looked down at her grip, then back at her face.Stubborn and Calm at the same time. Another knock,Slower this time…Intentional.Like he knew exactly what he was doing.I exhaled sharply and pulled my arm free, stepping toward the door.
~ Iris The moment the door to our room shut behind us, the tension snapped.Not cracked.Snapped.Duncan didn’t even give me time to breathe before he turned on me, his eyes dark, jaw tight, chest rising and falling like he was barely holding himself together.“You didn’t tell me he was staying this long.”His voice wasn’t loud at first,but it carried weight.Danger.I blinked, caught off guard by the sharpness in it.“I told you he was here,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “You didn’t exactly give me time to explain every detail before hanging up.”“That’s not the same thing, Iris.”His voice rose now.“You made it sound like he just showed up, not like he moved in and started taking over my house.”“Our house,” I corrected immediately.That made his eyes flash.“Don’t do that,” he warned.“Then don’t act like I invited him,” I shot back. “He walke
~Duncan The moment my phone rang, I knew something was wrong.Not the usual kind of wrong.Not territory disputes or minor council disagreements.No.This felt… heavier.I glanced at the screen, jaw tightening when I saw the name.Elder Varis.I answered immediately.“Speak.”There was no greeting,.no delay. Just silence for a second… then…“You need to come back.”My grip on the phone tightened.“Why? I haven't finished the task here.”A pause.Then…“ you haven't been told? He’s here.”I didn’t need clarification.Didn’t need explanation.Because there was only one he that could make Varis sound like that. And iris had called me days ago.My chest tightened. “…Kael.”“Yes.”The word landed like a weight.I looked out the window of the car, the passing trees blurring into nothing as my thoughts sharpened.
~iris The phone kept vibrating in my hand, like it knew I was hesitating.Duncan.Just seeing his name pulled something loose in my chest, something I’d spent months carefully locking away. I hadn’t saved his number again. I didn’t need to. I could recognize it anywhere. Muscle memory. Emotional
~ IrisI walked out of Eunice’s office, slamming the door lightly behind me, my chest tight, and my thoughts spinning. Every time she did that,every time she smiled, leaned in, spoke that soft, deliberate voice,I felt that familiar irritation climb up my spine. It was like she thrived on the disrup
~ KyI knew Iris was drunk the moment I saw her.Not sloppy-drunk. Not loud.The dangerous kind. The kind where her eyes went soft and unfocused, where her walls slipped without her noticing.Alice noticed too. Everyone always did when it came to Iris. She drew attention without asking for it. With
~ AliceThe pack house smelled faintly of polished wood and leather, the faint musk of wolves lingering in the corners like a memory. Eunice was already at the head of the table, standing tall, radiating control as though she had been born to command. My father wasn’t here, and her confidence thriv







