LOGINLUCIANThe water let go of me like a fist unclenching. I surfaced into black. Not the black of night. The black of deep places. The kind that lives under mountains, under oceans, under skin. It was cold. It was wet. It smelled like iron and salt and something older—something that had been bleeding for a very long time. I dragged myself onto stone. My lungs burned. My hands were numb. The knife was still in my fist. I didn’t remember holding onto it. The cavern opened up. It was huge. Bigger than the academy’s great hall. The ceiling was lost in shadow. The walls wept water. In the center, a lake. Black. Still. Like glass poured over the world. And in the middle of the lake, an island. Small. Bare. And on the island, her. Isla. She was on her knees. Her wrists were shackled above her head, chained to a spur of rock that jutted from the ground like a broken tooth. The chains weren’t iron. They were bone. Etched. Glowing faint red. Wards. They burned where they touched her skin.
LUCIANThe sky hadn’t healed. It was still broken. Red bleeding into black, orange eating the edges, yellow like old bruises. The elders’ light. It hung over the column as we moved, and every man with a wolf in him felt it. It made our teeth itch. It made the air taste like metal. War was coming. I could feel it in my bones. Not the good kind. Not the kind you train for. The kind that ends bloodlines. We rode north. Hard. Eighty men. Six carriages. Outriders circling like crows. The academy guard in front, volunteers behind, the elders’ carriage in the middle like a tumor we couldn’t cut out. The horses knew. They didn’t need spurs. They ran because the air told them to. Jace rode to my left. Elias to my right. Caelan behind me, watching the elders’ carriage like it might sprout teeth. No one talked. What was there to say? Ryder rode behind us. President. Headmaster. Father. Traitor. He kept his distance. Smart. If he’d come closer, I might have pulled him off his horse. Migh
DARIUSThe stone was cold under my back. It always was. This deep. This far from the sun. The cave didn’t care that tomorrow was the day. It didn’t care that in less than twenty-four hours the moon would go red and I would carve the power out of the omega’s veins and pour it into mine. It was just stone. Old. Hungry. But I cared. god, I could feel it. In my bones. In my blood. In the place where Elara used to sit before I killed her and took her name out of my mouth. The anticipation was a fever. It made my teeth ache. It made my hands shake. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I stop being Darius Vale, the broken brother, the shadow, the second son. Tomorrow I become what I was always meant to be. A god. The sound of footsteps pulled me out of it. Not Isla’s. She was on the island, chained at the ankle to the bed. Not with iron. Iron was for men. She was chained with warded silver and bone, etched with words that burned if she shifted. She hadn’t spoken in hours. She just lay there, staring
PRESIDENT RYDERThe sky was wrong. Red, blue, yellow, black, orange, green. Not the regular colors. The elders never came in person. They sent letters. They sent judgments. They sent death. But they never came. Not unless the world was about to end. Or unless they didn’t trust you to end it yourself. I left the yard. The wind was up now, pulling at my cloak, making the flags snap like gunshots. The troops watched me go. I felt their eyes. I felt Lucian’s most of all. He knew what that light meant too. I went to the gates. They were already open. Six figures stood just beyond the threshold. No horses. No carriage. They’d walked. Or appeared. With them, that was the same thing. Five in gray robes. Faces hidden. Hands hidden. Silent. One in red. He was taller than the others. Not by much. But it was enough. His robe moved like it was alive, like it was drinking the light around it. The cowl was deep. I couldn’t see his face. I didn’t need to. I’d see it in my nightmares anyway.
PRESIDENT RYDERI went to my office. The walk felt longer than it was. Each step echoed in the stone halls. Students moved out of my way without being told. They saw my face. They knew better than to speak. I closed the door behind me. Locked it. For the first time in years. Ruby. Her name was a blade in my throat. I’d held her when she was born. Small, red-faced, screaming. She’d wrapped her whole hand around my finger and refused to let go. She was the one good thing I’d made in this life that had nothing to do with politics. Nothing to do with the elders. Darius had her. I sat at my desk. My hands were steady. That was training. That was decades of swallowing fear and serving it back as orders. I pulled out parchment. Academy seal. Black wax. *To the Esteemed Circle,* *The omega has surfaced. It is bonded to Lucian, Alpha of the Northern Pack. It is in the possession of Darius. Location unknown, but we have a lead. We move in five days, on the eve of the red blood moon. I wi
PRESIDENT RYDERThe door closed behind him. The sound was soft. Too soft for the way my heart was hammering. Lucian, the boy I raised from a pup, the one I called son when no one was listening, had just looked me in the eye and called me his enemy. I sat down. My legs wouldn’t hold me anymore. The chair caught me. My hands were shaking. I hid them under the desk before anyone could see. He doesn’t see. That was the thought that kept circling. Round and round like a wolf chasing its tail. He doesn’t see what I see. He doesn’t see the blood that’s going to be on all our hands if we let that girl live. The elders. Just thinking the word made my throat close. I’d stood before them twice in my life. Once when I was named President. Once when the omega attacked the academy. Both times, I walked out feeling like I’d been flayed. The elder in red robes. He didn’t speak much. He didn’t have to. He sat at the head of the circle, his face half-hidden by the cowl, and when he looked at y
Caelan's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he asked, "Did you feel the wolf bond?"I tried to play it cool, pretending not to know what he was talking about. "Feel what?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.Caelan's expression didn't change, but his voice took on a deeper tone. "My wolf just tol
Eya nodded, seeming to accept the conversation's direction. "I should head to class," she said, glancing at the time. "Are you coming, Isla?"I shook my head, feeling a bit preoccupied. "I'll come later," I said, waving her off.Eya smiled and waved back, and Ruby did the same. "See you guys later,
I waved goodbye to Ruby, feeling a mix of emotions as I watched her walk away. As I turned to leave, I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort that lingered within me. Ruby knew about the kiss between Lucian and me, and it felt like my private moment had been exposed.I thought to myself, "No
I raised my head, expecting to see Professor Lucian standing at the front of the class. But instead, it was a different teacher, one I hadn't seen before.The teacher smiled and introduced himself. "Hello, students. I'm Professor Orion, and I'll be teaching you this semester. Professor Lucian won't







