LOGIN~ DuncanThe council chamber felt… off.Too many voices. Too many questions. And one very obvious absence.“Iris isn’t here yet?” one of the elders asked, glancing toward the doors for what felt like the tenth time.My jaw tightened slightly.“She’ll be here,” I said shortly.But even I knew that wasn’t convincing anymore.The meeting had already started. Papers were laid out. Discussions had begun. And yet…No Luna.Another elder leaned forward. “This concerns the entire pack. The return of the heirs is not a small matter. The Luna should be present.”“I said she’ll be here,” I repeated, my tone colder this time.Silence fell briefly,but not for long…Because they were right.I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.Once.Twice.Three times.No answer.My grip tightened around the phone. “She’s not picking?” Varis asked quietly.I exhaled sharply, lowering the phone.“No.”A pause.Then I muttered, more to myself than anyone else…“She’s probably with Mira.”That made more sense. “P
~ Kael Twins?The word echoed in my head like a shot fired in a quiet room.I blinked slowly, trying to process what Mira had just said. Twins.She had… children?My mother? Dead. My father? Scarred by grief. And now… this?I leaned back in my chair, the polished wood of Duncan’s dining seat cold under my fingers. The table felt heavier than it should. The air smelled of roasted meat, wine, and something I couldn’t name… something sharp, like fear mixed with… inevitability.I turned my gaze toward Iris.Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. Calm. Composed. Elegant. Luna. The woman I had thought I understood in fragments,she was more than fragments now. More than any scheme I had imagined. She wasn’t manipulative. She wasn’t weak. She was… controlled. Calculated. And terrifyingly… beautiful.And she had children.A pang hit me,something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Unease. Confusion. And, strangely, a twinge of… jealousy.Jealousy? Of her children?I clenched my fists under the tab
~ 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.
~ AliceI hadn't planned on running into iris.If I were honest, i hadn't planned on seeing anyone this morning. I had gone to my father's estate for the simplest reason possible to grab a sealed envelope form his study. Old council documents he’d asked me to keep safe weeks ago. He’d already left
~ EuniceI didn’t need secrets to want Iris.I never did.People liked to dress it up as jealousy. As rivalry. As some warped extension of my relationship with my brother. They were wrong.I wanted Iris because she didn’t belong to anyone.Not truly.Yes, she was tangled up with my niece now.Emotio
Chapter 34~Iris I lay awake staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks like they might rearrange themselves into answers if I looked long enough.They didn’t.The bond was still there, quiet now, like an old bruise you forget about until you roll the wrong way. It pulsed beneath my ribs, dull an
~iris I didn’t sleep again. I thought I could be over it. I lay awake until dawn, staring at the ceiling while the room slowly shifted from black to grey, my chest aching in a way that felt physical,like something had been carved out of me and left hollow. Every time I closed my eyes, the video







