LOGINCELLA'S POV
"Don't let go," the voice came out again, but this time it was strained.
“My eyes flew open. I couldn’t see who it was. Only a hand stretched out, keeping me from slipping.”
I looked down, and all I saw was darkness beneath, and my heart sank as I swallowed hard.
My fingers slipped, just a little, and the fear had its way up my spine as I gasped, trying to hold on harder.
“I can’t—” My voice broke. “I’m slipping!”
“You’re not,” the voice replied almost immediately, and this time there was no hesitation. “I’ve got you.”
The grip on my hand tightened, and for a moment, I just hung there, shaking and breathing hard.
I didn't know who it was.
I didn't know why I was being saved.
Hell, I had no idea if I was being led back to my slaughter as uneasiness washed over me.
A howl was heard from the other side of the cliff as I heard a soft grunt from the person holding me. In that instant, a sudden surge pulsed through my body and it was as if the person had a newfound strength as he pulled me up with just one of his hands.
The world tipped as he pulled me up, my body hitting the ground hard. I gasped and coughed, trying to catch my breath. I scrambled back a little, my heart still pounding, until I hit a rock. That was when I finally looked up.
He was crouched a few steps away, one hand on the ground, one knee bent, like pulling me up hadn’t even tired him. His dark hair fell into his eyes, wet with mist and sweat. When he looked up at me, I froze.
His eyes weren’t silver like the others. They were dark and sharp, and something about them made my instincts both scream and calm at the same time as his aura was hard for me to read.
“You’re safe,” he said, his voice low and steady. “For now.”
Another howl came from the cliff behind us.
He stood up quickly and stepped in front of me, blocking the cliff and the forest beyond. He moved naturally, like he already knew what to do.
“Can you stand?” he asked without looking back.
“I… I think so,” I said, my legs still shaking.
“Good,” he said, jaw tight. “If they’re tracking you, we don’t have much time.”
"Time?" I said as my words sounded choked out.
His eyes glowed faintly as the moon reflected its light on them and then… something strange happened.
A warmth spread through my chest, deep in my heart, and flowed through my whole body. It was like fire and ice at the same time, hot and sharp but also calming. My skin tingled, and I felt a pull— like something invisible was tying me to him.
It wasn’t just a feeling. It was a pull I couldn’t fight, a force that wrapped around my soul. My body wanted to move toward him, my mind wanted to trust him, even though part of me was still scared.
My limbs refused to move.
My thoughts were scattered but Sable's claws pierced my skin as I felt her heart beat faster.
"He is ours," she growled.
So this was the bond I had dreamt of?
It felt strange… powerful…
Before I could finish, I saw him crouch, and the next moment, he had scooped me up and hidden me behind a tree without me even noticing as the loudest howls and barking of dogs I had heard all night sounded way too close.
"What--"
"Be quiet," he said as he quickly placed his hand over my mouth.
His eyes burned into mine and I saw them clearly-- they were amber.
I could feel his heartbeat, hear the faintest sounds in the forest, even smell the night air like it was sharper than ever. The pull got stronger, deeper, like magic running through my veins forcing me to swallow hard.
My eyes wandered as they took in every inch of his face like they were trying to memorize it. I saw his lips part a few times but no words came out.
The silence between us was deafening as we stole glances at each other for what seemed like a lifetime.
“Stay here,” he said suddenly, his voice low and commanding, making me startled. He stepped out from behind the tree, moving like he knew exactly what he was doing. Before I could even think, he was back.
“We have to go. Now,” he said firmly with an urgent tone.
"To where?" I questioned.
"If you want to live you need to stick with me," he replied as he picked up his bag that had been lying on the damp floor before heading away.
I didn't think much as I hurried my steps behind him. My thoughts ran wild.
"We need him to protect us," Sable said.
"You trust him already?" I whispered.
"Yes, he is our mate."
I scoffed at Sable's words because they were silly. My mother had trusted my father because he was her mate, but he cast her aside and got married to that vile and evil witch.
So maybe I, too, might suffer that fate, as I was born with her curse. I let out a soft chuckle as I stole a glance at the stranger in front of me who walked with so much confidence.
"He might be an alpha," Sable said. "His aura is overwhelming."
His aura was unreadable and that was one of the things that scared the shit out of me. I had no idea who he was and stupid me, I didn't ask for a name.
Might as well be following him to my doom.
After what felt like forever, we finally came to the city gates. It was bigger than the one my pack had-- as I had ever seen it up close. The sigil was a wolf's paw in silver root.
A gasp suddenly left my body as my body stiffened.
He turned to look at me like he felt the cold that had run through my body. "Is something wrong?"
I tried to speak but the words couldn't find a way to breathe. Instead, I quickly flew my hands over my mouth to stop the next gasp from coming out.
I might have been locked inside the castle walls, but one thing I did do was read, and I knew that Silverroot and my pack were sworn enemies.
"Nobody is going to know you are from Shadowfen, trust me," the stranger said with a smile. "Mostly when you are with me."
"With you?"
"Come on," he urged me.
I tried to stay rooted in the place I stood but Sable pushed me forward as we walked into the gates to see a bustling market that was filled with people buying and selling.
A swirl of happiness filled my heart as we walked through-- I was actually amongst people.
"Simpleton, you came back early," a voice came out from one of the sellers.
"The fool's back," another voice muttered.
"Hope you don't get scolded this time," one called out.
I turned around trying to find who they were all talking to. No one deserved to be treated with such hurtful words.
The stranger led me into a pub. As we stepped inside, several heads turned, their eyes stuck on the stranger. He didn’t flinch, just placed his bag on a table, and motioned for me to sit.
"Don't say a word," he commanded as he was still talking. Three men dressed in armor barged in, and their eyes moved to him. I heard him grunt before letting out a heavy sigh. "Sit."
He walked to the men and I saw a smile plastered on his face.
"Gentlemen," he greeted.
"Heard a simpleton runs this joint," one said.
"Yes... Yes," he stuttered with his head lowered to the ground.
"What's he doing?" Sable asked.
“A simpleton?” another spat. “Not allowed to own a business.”
"Yes, but the alpha..."
"You dare drag our alpha into your lies, Omega?" The third cut in, drawing his sword out.
Omega?
Is he an omega?
AEDENI turned.She was still on the rug. The silver was going out of her skin. It left in a slow, bright, wavering stream, like sap running out of a cut bough, and where it left, she was only a woman, thin, grey, and old in the face. Her hand lay open on the shawl. The knife had fallen from it."You were always going to be late, Aeden," she said, and there was no cruelty in it, only a great and gentle weariness. "I am not angry. I wanted you to know. It would have made no difference if you had come an hour sooner.""Crystal.""Burn it." She was looking at the shawl. "All of it. Do not bury it. It must not have anything left to hold." Her eyes came up to mine, and they were wet. "And do not let her wake and find it. Not like this. Promise me that."I do not know what I promised. I know that I opened my mouth. I know that the door behind me burst in under the weight of a dozen of her father's men, and that someone had me by the hair and someone had my arms, and that the last thing I sa
AEDENI do not remember crossing the yard.I remember the practice stick lying where the boy dropped it, still rocking a little in the wet. I remember the gate bell going on and on in the stone, and the last of the gold light sliding off the flagstones like water off a tilted tray. Then Cella is standing in front of me with a grey-sealed paper in her hand, at the full width of a room, and Darian has come to stand at my shoulder as the council ordered, within arm's reach of us both. She wears the look I have learned to dread. It is the look of someone about to be kind."Tell me quickly," I say. "I would rather have it quick."She reads it aloud. She does not soften a word of it, and I am grateful. The envoys will come a day early. Alpha Ardentis comes in his own person, with his household. And the Lady Crystal Ardentis, who has been returned to his protection after a long illness, and who has given testimony touching the vision of the man Virell.Darian does not move. It is a particula
CELLAThe dough has been sitting under its cloth for an hour and a half, and Tamsin the cook has now twice asked whether I mean to bake it or christen it."Bake it," I say, and punch it down with more force than it deserves.It sighs under my fist, a warm, yeasty breath, and the kitchen smells of flour and woodsmoke and the faint sourness of the crock by the window. It is the first morning in a long while that I have woken without something sitting on my chest. I am not fooled by that. The knowledge of last night lies folded small and cold at the back of my mind, with the rest of what I do not mean to look at yet. But the dough is warm, and my hands know what to do with it, and for the moment that is enough.They gave us three days.I keep turning it over as I work. The council sat at sunrise, as I had said they would, with the light coming in grey and sullen through the tall windows and the floor of the hall still dark where the meltwater had been mopped. I stood before them and refu
CELLASomething hot and furious goes up through my chest, and I do not remember rising, only that I am on my knees with both fists against the wood and my voice has come out ragged. "You told me you wanted to be asked. I said I wanted the same. And the first thing you do, with all of this behind us, is decide on my behalf which prison I would rather live in.""It isn't a prison, it's...""Do not tell me what it is. I have lived in the other kind. I know the architecture." I take a breath that shakes. "I will not be moved out of the way, Aeden. Not by my father. Not by you. I do not know what you are becoming. I do not know what it is that listens when you sleep. But I know what I have seen. I have seen you stand in a yard with the blood of a dozen things on you and look at a boy as though you were afraid of him, and I do not flinch from that. I never will. So do not ask me to."For a long moment there is only the sound of his breath on the other side of the wood."Cella.""Count.""Ce
CELLAThe fourth stroke of the bell is still shivering in the floorboards when Aeden's head knocks softly against the other side of my door.I am sitting on the floor with my back to the wood and my knees drawn up under my nightgown, and the sound comes through the panel into my spine, a small dull tap, like a man nodding off in a chair. The candle on the sill has burned down to a thumb's width of tallow. Under the door, along the gap at my feet, a cold air is seeping into the room, and it smells of snow, which is wrong, because it has been a mild autumn and the yard was dry as bone when I crossed it."Aeden."Nothing. Only his breathing, slow and long and deepening."Aeden." I turn and put my palm flat against the wood, and the cold bites through it, the clean, stinging cold of a handprint of frost laid on the other side at the height of a man's chest. "Answer me.""Mm." It is hardly a word. "I'm here.""You are not. Say something that takes effort.""Lady Cella." It is Darian's voic
AEDEN"I have heard you tonight." Her voice shakes, and steadies. "I heard you at my door ten minutes ago. It had your voice and your hesitations and the very catch you get on my name. It called me love. Don't tell me what you remember, Aeden. It remembers it too. It has been living in the same house as you for a week." A breath. "Tell me what you haven't told anyone."Behind me, I feel Darian go still."There are people here," I say."I know. I can hear them breathe." No pity in it, and no cruelty either, only a terrible, steady gentleness. "Tell me anyway. It could not say the true thing. It would not know how. It wants me to open this door, and the truth is the one thing that would keep it shut."I close my eyes.I think of every way I could do this. I could give her half. I could give her the shape of it with the edges sanded down, a confession fit for a council. I could give her the thing Simon already guesses. Every one of those is a lie I would be telling in front of witnesses,
CELLA'S POV"I am answering it. By surviving." He started walking, and I had no choice but to follow or be left behind. "I'm someone who knows how to stay alive. If you want the same, you'll come with me. If not..." He shrugged. "The forest is that way."I stood frozen, watching him walk away.He's
CELLA'S POVOmega.The word echoed in my skull like a death knell.I stared at the stranger, my mate, as he bowed and scraped before the armored guards, his voice taking on a pathetic, stumbling quality that made my stomach turn."A simpleton?" one of the guards sneered, circling him like a predato
CELLA’S POVThe moment my feet touched the muddy ground, I ran.Mud splashed up my legs as I moved, but I didn’t slow down. My heart raced, loud in my chest, and it felt like the nightmare again, except this time nothing was chasing me.This time, I was running because I chose to.After a few steps
CELLA'S POVI didn’t know exactly what I was running from, but I knew that if I stopped, I would die.My legs moved on their own accord, carrying me forward like I was being pulled by some invisible force.Then I heard a howl.I shook my head, refusing to look back. It couldn’t be real but it came







