登入Ezekiel's golden eyes fixed on her. "Winter." "Is none of your concern." The woman's hands glowed faintly. Some kind of elemental magic preparing to manifest. "You need to leave. Now. Before we're forced to defend ourselves." "Winter," Ezekiel repeated. Not explanation. Not negotiation. Just stating the only thing that mattered. "She doesn't want to see you," another witch said. Younger, dark-haired, expression hostile. "She's finally safe from werewolf brutality and you think you can just--" "Liar." The word came out flat. Certain. "She sent a message. Wants to talk. You're keeping her here." The witches exchanged glances. Nervous. Like they hadn't known Winter had found a way to contact him. "Even if she did send a message," the older woman said carefully, "that doesn't give you the right to invade our sanctuary. To break our wards and threaten our people." Ezekiel took a step forward. The witches flinched back despite themselves. "Not threatening. Retrieving my mate." "Your
"Well," Jax said weakly. "They definitely know we're here now." Ezekiel's hand pressed harder. The curse responded, power flooding through his arm and into his palm. Raw force meeting magical resistance. The barrier held for approximately three seconds before crack lines appeared, spreading outward from where his skin touched magic. The wards shattered. Glass breaking in slow motion, pieces of crystallized light falling through air and dissolving before they hit ground. The shimmer disappeared. Where it had been stood a narrow cave entrance, almost invisible between two massive boulders. Easy to miss if you weren't looking for it. Impossible to miss once the concealment fell. "You just broke centuries-old protection wards," Jax said. His voice had gone quiet. Awed or horrified, hard to tell which. "Like they were nothing." They had been nothing. Not compared to the curse's power. Not compared to Ezekiel's need to reach Winter. The cave entrance was dark. Narrow. Barely wide eno
The bat arrived at dawn.Ezekiel was in the courtyard when the creature swooped through the broken window of what used to be a guest wing. Small thing, wings barely making sound, navigating the pre-morning darkness like it owned the space. It landed on a chunk of rubble that had once been part of a decorative pillar and sat there. Staring at him.Ezekiel stared back.Bats didn't usually approach werewolves. They had better survival instincts than that. But this one just perched on its broken stone and watched him with black eyes that reflected nothing.Something was tied to its leg.. Small. Dark against dark.Ezekiel moved fast. Not running (he didn't run unless chasing prey), just closing the distance between them in three strides. The bat didn't flee. Just sat there while Ezekiel's massive fingers carefully, impossibly gently, worked the binding loose.Cloth. Pale fabric tied with what looked like a hair tie. The kind women used for braids.The bat chittered once and launched itself
Movement at the alcove entrance made Winter look up. A small bat hung from the low ceiling, its wings folded, eyes reflecting moss-light. Cave bats were common in the sanctuary, harmless creatures that ate insects and ignored the witches who lived around them. This one was watching Winter directly. An idea formed. Stupid. Dangerous. But once the thought took root, Winter couldn't shake it. Cave bats could navigate the wards. they came and went freely, too small and insignificant for the protection spells to register as threats. And if one could carry a message... Winter sat up slowly. The bat's ears twitched, tracking the movement. "Could you take something to someone?" Winter asked quietly. Feeling ridiculous for talking to a bat. "If I gave you a message, could you find the Alpha King?" The bat didn't respond. Obviously. It was a bat. But Vex made a low rumbling sound. Approval, maybe. Or just acknowledging the question. Winter dug through the small pouch Sophia had given he
"I don't know what will happen," Winter admitted. "But I need to find out. I need to talk to him without walls between us or threats hanging over everything. I need to understand if what I felt in the citadel was real." "What you felt was captivity." Sophia's voice sharpened. "He imprisoned you. Kept you isolated. That's not romance, Winter. That's abuse." "He also protected me. Called me Little Ghost like it was a name that mattered. Let me touch his hand even though the curse made him cold as stone." Winter's hands clenched. "I'm not saying he was good to me. I'm not even saying I forgive him for keeping me locked up. But I'm saying it was complicated. More complicated than just captor and prisoner." Sophia was quiet for a long moment. Her expression cycled through anger and fear and something that might have been understanding. "You sound like me when I was your age. Defending your father to my parents, insisting he was different from other wolves." "How did you know?" Winter a
The elder's chamber was located deep in the sanctuary, accessible through winding tunnels that required navigating three separate ward-lines. Winter felt each one as she passed through, magic prickling against her skin like static electricity. Protection spells designed to keep out threats. (Would Zeke be able to break through these wards if he found the sanctuary? Probably. He was the Alpha King, cursed with power that made him nearly unstoppable. These ancient protection spells might slow him down but Winter doubted they'd actually stop him.) Voices drifted from the chamber ahead. The meeting was ending, witches filing out past Winter with barely a glance. Most of them were elderly, their faces lined with age and hardship. Survivors of a massacre that had nearly destroyed their entire species. Sophia emerged last, deep in conversation with Elder Maren. She spotted Winter and her expression shifted into something warm. Maternal. "Winter. I didn't expect to see you here." "I need
[Crescent Citadel, West Wing Garden, Late Autumn Afternoon, Three Days After the Storm]Winter had been walking the library garden for nearly an hour, her fingers trailing over the rough bark of the gnarled trees, her breath misting faintly in the cooling air. Gareth stood his usual post by the ir
He found himself moving, his feet carrying him through the darkened, storm lashed corridors of his own accord. He told himself he was just checking the citadel's defenses, ensuring the storm wasn't causing undue damage. It was a lie, and he knew it. He found her in a lower corridor of the West
She found him in the northern forge, just as Jax had described. It wasn’t a weapons smithy, but a smaller, private place. The air was hot and thick with the smell of metal and coal smoke. The forge fire burned low, casting the room in a hellish red orange light. He was standing by a quenching barr
“It’s just a cake, Snow,” Jax sighed. “It’s not going to bite.”As if summoned by the tension, the bond’s hum intensified slightly. Winter’s gaze flickered to the main door. The shadows in the small gap beneath it seemed to shift. He was out there. Listening.She stared at the cake, her stomach twi