LOGIN"You're not real," I whispered. "This is—this is stress. Or a nightmare. Or the goddess finally decided I've had enough and snapped my mind in half." She snorted. "Still dramatic. Good. That hasn't changed." My stomach dropped. "You're... my wolf," I said slowly, the words tasting unreal. "Yes." "That's not possible." "And yet," she gestured around us, "here we are." Fear curled tighter around my ribs. "This doesn't happen. Wolves don't meet their wolves. Not like this." Her expression sobered. "No. They don't. Not unless something is very wrong—or very important." That did nothing to calm me. "What is this place?" I demanded. "Our mindspace," she replied simply. "Or what it's becoming." "Why now?" She stepped closer, her presence heavy, powerful, familiar in a way that made my chest ache. "Because you're waking up. And because you're running out of time." A chill slid down my spine. "Time for what?" Her gaze sharpened. "Cassian." My heart stuttered pai
Talia's POV My hair whipped violently around my face as the wind blew through the streets. The sky was dark—in an unnatural way. Not the soft, familiar darkness of night, but a heavy one, like something had draped a veil over the moon, plunging the pack into darkness. I swallowed, my heart lodged painfully in my throat as adrenaline surged through me. That low hum stirred again beneath my skin—the one I'd learned to recognise, the one tangled deep in my bones and blood. My power. It was restless, awake. Something was wrong. Really wrong. I needed Cassian. I spun around. The pack house loomed ahead of me, tall and imposing. I'd passed through its doors countless times without a second thought, but now... now it felt different. With the darkened moon hanging behind it, the structure looked less like a home, like something I couldn’t recognise. A shiver ran down my spine. "Cass?" I called, my voice swallowed almost instantly by the wind. Silence answered me. I
Nicole's POV I didn't make it past the third corridor. I knew the moment it happened—felt it in the air before I heard the footsteps. The pack house had gone unnaturally quiet, it wasn’t their usual quiet, this was the kind of quiet that comes right before violence. No distant chatter. No clinking armor. Just the low hum of power shifting. I slowed. Bad idea. The guards stepped out from the shadows in front of me—four of them, flanking the hallway like they'd rehearsed this. Dawnveil colors. Dawnveil insignia. Dawnveil loyalty. They were loyal, not to justice. To Serena, the cold bastard Alpha. "Move," I ordered coolly, not breaking stride. None of them did. "Beta Nicole," one of them said, his voice stiff. "You're not authorized to leave the premises." I laughed. A short, humorless sound. "That's funny. Because I didn't ask." I took another step. Steel scraped. Weapons drawn. Ah. There it was. "So this is how it is," I murmured, letting my wolf rise just enough for
Nicole’s POV The word landed like a blow. I closed my eyes, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. “Explain.” “They said it was to keep her contained,” the omega continued shakily. “To suppress her wolf. But it wasn’t containment. It was punishment.” My stomach churned. “She was bound with it,” the omega said. “Chained to it. Every time she resisted, every time she refused to submit, it burned into her. Inside and out.” My hands curled into fists. I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t. But a part of me raged at the thought of what they’d done to her. She’d gone mad, descended into darkness, betrayed her pack and friends but that kind of torture… for so long. I clenched my fists. “And when she escaped?” I asked quietly. “She took it with her,” the omega said. “Ripped it free. Killed the guard who tried to stop her.” I opened my eyes, staring hard at the wall. They’d accused her of seduction and killing. They’d hidden the real, ugly truth. “That’s why Serena lied,” I murmur
Nicole’s POV I didn’t trust silence. Not the kind that sat heavy in your ears, not the kind that followed you down hallways that were too clean, too empty, too curated. The Dawnveil Pack house had that kind of silence—the kind that felt rehearsed. Three days. Three days of hitting walls made of polite nods and clipped answers. Three days of “we’ll get back to you,” of guards suddenly remembering they were late for patrols, of elders who pretended they hadn’t heard my questions. And Alpha Serena? She watched me like I was a loose thread she hadn’t decided whether to pull. I stood at the tall arched window of the guest wing, arms crossed, staring down at the training field below. Warriors moved in rigid patterns, their movements precise but joyless. No laughter. No casual banter. Just obedience. A pack without warmth was a pack rotting from the inside. That much I knew. The wind howled, cold and sharp, tugging at the edges of my coat. Winter was no longer approaching
Talia’s POV I'd expected Vérin and Jarek to react when they saw me. To stiffen. To pale. To realize—too late—that I'd heard every word. They didn't. Instead, they smiled. Slow. Knowing. Cruel. They walked past my rigid form, hate-filled eyes sliding over me, their mocking smiles deliberate, sharpened just for me. They had no respect for me. No fear either. Inside the office, Cassian stood by the door, shoulders tight, jaw clenched, his sharp eyes fixed on me like he was bracing for impact. I bit my lip hard, holding back the tears that burned and begged to spill. I hated how close I was to breaking. Hated that they'd seen me like this—silent, stunned, exposed. I wanted to run. To disappear. To curl up somewhere dark and quiet and let the tears fall. But I was done running. I'd overreacted once before, when Melissa had insinuated an affair. I wasn't going to do it again. I needed to hear it from him. Needed to know—needed to believe—that this wasn't what i







