登入"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
Winter's shadows had teeth now.Not literal teeth, but the effect was similar. When she focused her magic during training, the darkness that pooled around her hands could strike out like living things. Fast. Sharp. Levi had stepped back the first time she'd managed it, genuine surprise crossing his face before approval replaced it.That had been yesterday. Today Winter sat in the same training cavern practicing the technique alone. The observers had thinned out slightly over the past week (Olivia's rumors losing momentum as Winter continued not betraying anyone), but a few witches still watched from the shadows. Making sure she didn't do anything suspicious with her increasingly dangerous magic.Winter ignored them. Her focus stayed on the shadow tendril she'd coaxed into existence, watching how it moved in response to her thoughts. Slower now, controlled instead of instinctive. She could make it curve left, extend forward, withdraw. The magic felt like an extension of her body. Nat
Alice went very still. "Winter." "You know her." Not a question. "She's in the sanctuary. Has been for weeks." Alice's voice was careful. Guarded. "Why are you asking about her?" "Because she's Ezekiel's mate and he's losing his mind trying to find her." Jax kept his tone level. "Was she taken against her will?" Alice's hands twisted in her lap. "That's complicated." "Uncomplicate it." "She was rescued. The wolves were keeping her prisoner, we brought her to safety." But Alice's voice held doubt. "At least, that's what we thought. But Winter's been sad since she arrived. Withdrawn. Like maybe she didn't want to be rescued after all." Relief and frustration hit Jax simultaneously. Relief that Winter hadn't left deliberately, frustration that the situation was exactly as messy as he'd feared. "Does she know Ezekiel is looking for her?" "I don't know. Maybe. The mate bond is still active, so she probably feels something through it." Alice looked at Jax directly. "Why does the Alp
Jax left the destroyed throne room and headed toward his own quarters. The citadel felt emptier than usual, echo-y in a way that had nothing to do with actual acoustics. Most of the staff had fled after Winter's disappearance, unwilling to deal with Ezekiel's deteriorating mood. Only the most loyal pack members remained, and even they kept their distance. His rooms were modest compared to Ezekiel's sprawling chambers. Just a bedroom, small sitting area, bathroom. Functional. Comfortable enough. He collapsed into the worn chair near his window and stared out at the moonlit courtyard below. Tomorrow night he'd meet Alice. Ask about Winter. Try to navigate the impossible situation of being loyal to his alpha while also trying not to start another war between species that had already destroyed each other once. ( When had his life become this complicated? He'd signed up to be beta, not a diplomatic negotiator between supernatural factions.) A knock on his door interrupted the brooding
Jax's mind spun through implications. If witches had taken Winter, that complicated everything. The witch enclaves were notoriously difficult to find, protected by layers of magical wards and geographical confusion. And if they'd specifically targeted Winter, that suggested they knew something about her heritage that Ezekiel didn't. (Or Winter had known all along. That possibility sat heavy in Jax's gut but he wasn't stupid enough to voice it.) "So we find the witches," Jax said. "Track them. Follow the magic." "Can't track magic." Ezekiel's frustration bled through every word. "Tried. Scouts tried. It disappears. Like they're not even there." This was the part Jax hated. The helplessness. Ezekiel was the strongest alpha in generations, cursed with power that made him nearly invincible, and he couldn't find one small woman with white hair. The irony would be funny if it wasn't destroying his alpha from the inside out. "We need a different approach," Jax said. Thinking out loud no
[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







