MasukNaliniI stopped sleeping the way normal wolves slept.Sleep used to come like a soft tide—heavy, dull, dreamless. Now it came in fragments, shards of moonlight cutting through darkness, voices brushing the inside of my skull like fingers testing glass. When I closed my eyes, I no longer rested. I descended.The first night it happened, I thought I was dying.I lay on the narrow dorm bed the council had confined me to, the air thick with warding sigils etched into the walls. They glowed faintly silver, meant to suppress power, meant to keep me contained. I could feel them pressing against my skin, against something deeper, like hands trying to hold down a rising tide.My chest burned.It wasn’t pain exactly. It was expansion. A stretching so intense it made my bones ache, my breath hitch. I curled onto my side, pressing my palms to my ribs as if I could
Nalini ---I learned very quickly that confinement did not mean silence.It meant listening.The academy dorm room they locked me into was not small, but it felt like a cage because every sound echoed too loudly—boots passing outside my door, murmurs from students down the corridor, the distant clang of training bells that told me the world was still moving without me. The council called it protective isolation. I called it punishment for existing.They took my schedule. They took my freedom. They took them.And yet, they could not take what stirred beneath my skin.At night, when the lights dimmed and the guards rotated, my body refused to rest. My wolf paced endlessly inside me, no longer a quiet presence but a restless force pressing against bone and breath. She felt taller now. Stronger. Aware.I would lie on the bed with my hands curled into the sheets, staring at the ceiling, feeling heat bloom behind my eyes. Sometimes the air around me vibrated faintly, like the room itself w
Nalini I felt the tightening before I heard it.It came as rules written in ink and sealed with wax, delivered by hands that would not meet my eyes. It came as doors that no longer opened without permission, as footsteps posted outside my quarters that did not bother to soften themselves anymore. The council did not shout their displeasure; they did something far worse. They organized it.By the third day after Myron’s last visit—the one that left my mouth swollen and my heart raw—the academy dorms had become a cage dressed up as concern. My meals were delivered instead of eaten in the commons. My classes were “postponed for my wellbeing.” Even Maxine was only allowed to see me under supervision, a matron seated near the door pretending not to listen while every word we exchanged weighed like contraband.“They’re scared,” Maxine whispered once, fingers twisting in her skirts. “Not of you. Of what you mean.”I laughed then, a brittle sound that startled even me. “I don’t even know wha
Nalini “You chose him,” he said suddenly, bitterness flaring. “And I don’t blame you. I just—” His voice cracked. He turned away, raking a hand through his hair. “I can’t stand watching it happen.”I stood, my legs unsteady, the room tilting slightly. “This isn’t about choosing. You know that.”“Then what is it about?” He faced me again, eyes fierce. “Because the council says it’s about power. About bloodlines. About who gets to claim you.”“I am not a prize,” I snapped, anger surging at last. “And you don’t get to talk like I handed myself over.”He flinched. “I didn’t mean—”“You always mean something,” I said, stepping closer, my voice trembling. “You just don’t like what it reveals.”The air between us snapped.He grabbed my wrists suddenly, not hard, but firm, grounding. “Say you don’t feel this,” he said. “Say it and I’ll leave.”I looked up at him, at the man who made my heart race and my instincts scream in equal measure. At the wolf who pulled at mine like gravity. “I can’t.
Nalini I had stopped counting the hours after the council sealed me into the academy dorms. Time no longer moved the way it used to. It stretched, thinned, then snapped back painfully when I least expected it. The room they gave me was quiet in the way prisons were quiet—not peaceful, just watched. Every sound felt borrowed. Every breath felt reported.The ban hung over everything like a curse. Separation orders. Official words for something that felt like my chest had been split open and left to bleed slowly. I wasn’t allowed to see either of them. As if bonds could be switched off by parchment and seals. As if wolves listened to councils.My body hadn’t listened.I felt Myron long before he came.It began as a tightening behind my ribs, sharp and familiar, like a storm gathering under my skin. My wolf stirred, pacing, restless, her hackles rising for no reason I could name except him. I was sitting on the narrow bed, fingers worrying the edge of the blanket, when the air shifted. N
Nalini I learned very quickly that silence could be louder than screams.After the mate dance, after the council’s uproar, after the separation orders were stamped into law and delivered with faces carved from stone, the academy dormitory became a cage dressed up as safety. They called it house confinement, but it felt like exile wrapped in velvet excuses. Guards stood outside my door at all hours—polite, distant, eyes sliding away from my face as though looking at me too closely might burn.I was not allowed to leave my wing. I was not allowed visitors. I was not allowed answers.The corridors outside my room stayed unnaturally quiet, as if the academy itself was holding its breath. I could still hear students sometimes—laughter drifting faintly from distant halls, the clatter of boots during late-night patrols—but none of it reached me properly. Everything felt filtered, dulled, like I was submerged underwater.And yet… the bond refused to be silenced.It tugged at me constantly, a







