LOGINMIRA
Two days passed and it had been a living hell. Everyone now looked at me like I was a bad person. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t do anything without feeling their eyes on me, their whispers following me everywhere.
That evening I decided to leave my room. I couldn’t hide forever. Maybe if I faced them, if I showed them I wasn’t guilty of what Isla accused me of, someone would listen.
I stumbled upon four elders in the sitting room. The moment I saw them my heart sank.
“Luna Mira,” the eldest one spoke. “We’re here to inform you about something.” He added and my heart sank.
“Oh!” I gasped fidgeting with my fingers. “We can sit down and…”
“No need to sit down.” One of them shut me up before I could even finish my statement.
“We can stand here and say what we are here to say.”
“Since you have refused to attend the meeting, we’ve decided to bring the news to you ourselves.”
They all exchanged meaningful glances among themself.
“We are here to tell you to find what to do about your barren situation or else our Alpha will take another Luna.”
My heart broke into pieces and I managed to hold the gasp that wanted to fall out of my lips.
Another Luna?
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ve done medical checkups, and the doctors said I’m physically capable of conceiving.”
“The doctors can say that, but you know you’re a wolf without a wolf. That’s the problem.”
“I didn’t choose this,” my voice cracked. “It wasn’t my fault not to have a wolf.”
“Excuses won’t give the pack an heir,” the third elder said. “Years with no results. If you cannot fulfill your duties then you must step aside for someone who can.”
Someone who can? And that someone is Isla, right?
I opened my mouth to speak but before I could the door swung open and Finn walked in, his presence filling the room immediately. The elders straightened.
“What’s going on here?” His voice was calm but carried an edge that made everyone tense.
“Alpha,” the eldest elder bowed slightly. “We were just discussing the pack’s future with Luna Mira.”
Finn’s eyes moved from them to me, then back. “I think that’s enough discussion for today. You can leave.”
“But Alpha…”
“I said leave.” This time his tone left no room for argument.
They bowed and filed out, but not before exchanging meaningful glances that said everything they couldn’t speak aloud. When the door closed behind them, the silence felt heavy.
I looked at Finn, searching for any trace of the man I married.
“Have you thought about what I told you?” I asked quietly. “I want you to break our bond?”
“No.” His voice was flat, emotionless. “I haven’t thought about anything because I’m not going to break our bond. But I will make you suffer for not giving me an heir.”
Something inside me snapped. All the pain, all the betrayal, all the humiliation of the past few days came rushing out.
“Get it together!” I screamed at him. “I’m sure I’m not the cause of this! Have you ever thought that maybe it’s not me? Maybe you’re the one who can’t…”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” He moved toward me fast, closing the distance between us. “You’re a wolf without a wolf, Mira. You’re the broken one.”
I slapped him. I didn’t even think about it, my hand just moved. The sound cracked through the air and echoed in the silent room.
Finn’s hand flew to his cheek. He stood there frozen, his face slowly turning red. For a moment he just stared at me and I saw something dangerous flash in his eyes, something that made my blood run cold.
“You dare?” His voice came out low and shaking. “You dare lay your hands on me?”
“Finn, I didn’t mean….”
“Guards!” The word exploded from him like thunder. “Guards, get in here now!”
The door burst open and two guards rushed in, their eyes darting between us trying to assess the situation.
Finn pointed at me, his hand trembling with rage. “Lock her up. Take her to the dungeon immediately.”
“Finn, please, just listen to me…..”
“I said now!” His voice made me flinch, made the guards move faster.
The guard grabbed my arms roughly, their fingers digging into my skin. I struggled against them but they were too strong.
“Let me go! Finn, please!”
He turned his back to me, his shoulders rigid. The guards dragged me toward the door and I looked back one last time, hoping he would change his mind, hoping he would see reason to let me go. But he didn’t turn around.
They dragged me down the stairs, down into the cold darkness beneath the pack house. The dungeon smelled like mold. They threw me inside and the metal door slammed shut with a finality that made my chest tight.
I was alone in the darkness. The cell was cold and damp and I sank to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. How did my life become this nightmare? What did I do to deserve any of this?
I cried until my throat was raw, until my eyes burned and no more tears would come. Hours passed, or maybe it was minutes. Time felt meaningless down here.
In the night, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Three maids appeared outside my cell, their faces blank and unreadable. One of them unlocked the door.
“What are you doing?” I pressed myself against the wall. “Where are you taking me?”
They didn’t answer. They came in and grabbed my arms, hauling me to my feet even as I tried to pull away. I was too weak to fight properly, too exhausted from crying and not eating.
They dragged me up the stairs and out of the pack house. The night air hit my face, cold and sharp. We walked away from the main buildings, toward the quiet back of the pack where no one ever went, where the trees grew thick and the darkness was complete.
My heart started pounding. Every instinct I had screamed that something terrible was about to happen.
“Please,” I tried again. “Whatever you’re going to do, please don’t. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Still no response. We reached a small clearing and they stopped, forcing me to stand in the center. I looked around frantically, searching for an escape route, but they had positioned themselves to block every direction.
Then I heard footsteps and Isla emerged from the shadows like she had been waiting there all along.
“Hello, sister,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “You look terrible.”
“Isla, what is this? What are you doing?”
She walked closer, circling me slowly. “I’m helping you, actually. Instead of you suffering like this day after day, humiliated and hated, I can help you. I can cut your life short and end all your pain. Wouldn’t that be better?”
I stared at her, my mind struggling to process what she was saying. “Where is this coming from? I didn’t do anything that deserves this. I’ve only ever tried to protect you, to give you everything.”
“Everything?” She laughed, the sound harsh and bitter. “You gave me scraps while you took the prize. You married the Alpha, you became Luna, you had everything while I watched from the shadows.”
“I didn’t take anything from you! Finn chose me, I didn’t…”
“Enough talking.” She snapped her fingers. “Hold her.”
Two maids moved fast, grabbing my hands and twisting them behind my back. The third approached with a small bottle, dark liquid sloshing inside.
“No!” I struggled hard, throwing my weight around trying to break free. “No, please don’t do this!”
The maid with the bottle grabbed my jaw, her fingers digging into my cheeks. I clenched my teeth as tight as I could, turning my head away as she tried to force the bottle to my lips.
“Hold her still!” Isla commanded, stepping closer to watch.
They grabbed my face harder, one hand on my forehead, another on my chin, trying to pry my mouth open. The bitter liquid touched my lips and the smell alone told me it was poison. I thrashed and kicked, fighting with everything I had even though I was exhausted.
“Who is that?”
A man’s voice cut through the clearing, strong and commanding. Everyone froze.
Isla’s head snapped toward the sound, her eyes going wide. Without a word she turned and ran, disappearing into the shadows like smoke.
The maids’ grips loosened just enough. I twisted hard and broke free, stumbling backward before turning and running. I heard one of them shout behind me but I didn’t look back.
I crashed into the forest, branches whipping my face and tearing at my clothes. My bare feet hit rocks and thorns but I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Behind me I heard them giving chase, their footsteps pounding the ground.
I spotted a large tree and ducked behind it, pressing my back against the rough bark. My chest heaved as I tried to quiet my breathing, tried to hear them over the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.
“Where did she go?”
“Find her! She couldn’t have gotten far!”
Their voices were close, too close. I held my breath as shadows moved past my hiding spot. But they couldn’t find me. I didn’t have any scent to trace, my dormant wolf making me practically invisible to their heightened senses.
After what felt like forever, their voices grew distant and finally faded completely. They had given up.
I waited a bit longer to be sure, then forced my trembling legs to move. I had to get further away, had to put more distance between them. I stumbled deeper into the forest with no plan, no destination, just the desperate need to survive.
Branches tore at my skin and my feet left bloody prints on the ground but I kept going. After some time my body finally gave up. My legs buckled and I collapsed onto the forest floor, too exhausted to even lift my head. I lay there gasping, every muscle screaming in protest.
Then I heard footsteps again.
No. Not again. I couldn’t run anymore, couldn’t fight. My body had absolutely nothing left.
“Are you alright?”
The voice wasn’t one I recognized. It was deep and rich and carried something I hadn’t heard in so long, genuine concern.
I forced my eyes open and looked up. Instead of Finn’s guards, I saw a man I’d never seen before. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his face partially shadowed but his eyes caught the moonlight and seemed to glow.
That moment something stirred inside me. Deep in my chest where everything had been silent and dead for years, something flickered to life. My wolf. After all this time, she was waking up.
MIRA'S POVTuesday morning, and I was doing nothing in particular.That was the truth of it — I had come down to the training yard because Elara had said movement was good and the suite was beginning to feel like a comfortable prison, and I had been walking the perimeter slowly with one hand resting against my stomach and my mind on nothing more significant than whether the clouds coming in from the north would bring rain before afternoon.Then q shifted.The only way I can describe it is a door opening inside my chest — a door I had stopped believing existed, one I had been telling myself for months was sealed permanently and that the version of me who had walked through it easily was someone I no longer had access to. It opened without effort and without warning, and what came through it was something I recognized all the way down to the bone even though I had been without it for long enough that the recognition carried the particular ache of something returned rather than something
ROWAN POV Sleep didn't come.I lay still for an hour, long enough that Mira's breathing had evened out beside me, and then I got up quietly and went to the window.The yard was dark. The guards had rotated at midnight — I'd heard the change, two voices briefly, then quiet again.It was still fully dark. No suggestion of dawn. Just the cold and the silence and the arithmetic I couldn't stop running.Twenty years.I was fifteen when my father died and I took the seat. I spent the first three years consolidating — alliances that needed reinforcing, challenges that needed answering, the ordinary brutal work of establishing that the succession had held and the seat was stable. By eighteen I had a functioning network, a council I trusted, a territorial map I understood.Cassius had been building for five years by then.I pressed my hand against the cold glass of the window and thought about that. By the time I sat down for my first formal council session, Cassius already had three trade r
MIRA POV The fire had been low for an hour before I heard his horse in the yard.I'd let it burn down deliberately.Rowan sleeps better in a cool room and I'd had two days to think about what state he'd be coming home in, so I'd planned for it — banked the fire, kept one lamp on the desk, pulled the chair closest to the window where he always sits when he needs to decompress before he can talk. Small things.The kind of preparation that can't fix anything but makes space for the person you love to come back into themselves at their own pace.I felt him before the door opened.The bond does that. It doesn't give me words or images — it's more like weather, like standing outside and reading the pressure in the air before a storm arrives.What came through the bond when Rowan crossed the threshold of the house was heavy and cold and tired in a way that went deeper than two days without proper sleep.Something had shifted in him. Something had been added to the weight he already carried
ROWAN POV Matthias went on and on for forty minutes and I let him.There's a particular discipline in listening without interrupting when every instinct is pushing toward questions, but the questions would keep, and Matthias was painting a picture and I understood enough to know that stopping him mid-construction would only mean he'd have to rebuild context each time.So I sat, and I kept my hands still on the table, and I listened.Twenty years.That was the first thing that recalibrated everything else. I'd been calculating for months, maybe two or three years on the outside. The kind of timeline that fits a man who found an opportunity and moved on it.Twenty years meant Cassius had started building this before most of the Alphas in this room had taken their seats. Before I had. Before half the current alliance map had been drawn."He was seventeen when the dissolution was declared," Matthias said. "He spent the first five years just surviving. Learning. Staying beneath any thres
ROWAN POVThree flickers.Wrong signal.I was out of the tree and moving before the third one finished.Forty warriors and the dark and the cold ground under my boots, and my mind was running clean the way it only does when the decision has already been made and the only thing left is execution.The caution I'd been carrying for three days — the careful positioning, the contingency plans, the waiting — I shed all of it somewhere between the treeline and the lodge path.There was no room for it anymore. Isla had given the wrong signal, which meant the situation inside had shifted in a direction she hadn't anticipated, and that was all I needed to know.The trees thinned. The lodge came into view, lights in the lower windows, and I scanned it without breaking stride — doors, angles, the two visible entry points, the guards who should have been posted on the eastern side and weren't.Then the doors opened.I stopped. Raised a fist. The column behind me stilled.A man stood in the doorway
IslaI stepped back from the window and sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the floor.Three flickers was the acknowledgment signal. It meant I'm secure, I have information, maintain position. The response should have been two flickers back within ninety seconds, which told me the message was received and would be relayed. I'd used this signal four times in the field. It had worked four times.The ninety seconds passed.Nothing came back.I went to the window again and looked. The treeline sat exactly as it had. The tracker positions hadn’t shifted. I couldn’t tell if they were holding still because they were watching or because they didn’t see the signal or because something else entirely had happened, and the not knowing was the part that required management.I went back to the bed and sat down.Here is what I knew.The quiet man at the table was connected to a pack that was declared dissolved fifteen years ago by official record.He was wearing their insignia, which mea
ROWAN'S POVThe trade agreement with the Northern Territories had been sitting on my desk for three days now without a signature. I read through it again, the third time this morning — and still couldn't find anything wrong with it. The terms were reasonable and the language was clear. There was
*MIRA'S POV*I heard the voices before I was fully awake.They were outside the door, close enough to be deliberate. Not the low, professional exchanges of the guards — these were different. They were female voices, pitched just loud enough to carry through the wood.I lay still and listened befor
MIRA'S POVI stood near the door of the south room while Rowan sat across from Isla at the small table. Tobias was standing behind Rowan, arms folded. No one had asked me to leave, and no one had asked me to stay, so I stayed.Rowan leaned back in his chair and looked at Isla directly. "I'm not acc
MIRA’S POVThe heavy doors had closed behind Finn, but his voice still seemed to ring in the chamber. My hands were pressed against my stomach, my fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribs. Rowan was standing nearby, his shoulder bleeding, but my







