LOGINNalini
I 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
NaliniThe aftermath of the mate bond revelation left the academy in chaos. Even after the initial shock faded, the tension lingered, thick and suffocating, like smoke clinging to the walls. I sat in the dim light of my dorm room, my fingers tracing the faint glow of my twin mate marks on my wrist. They pulsed faintly, in rhythm with Myron and Timothy’s presence—even though they weren’t in the room. I could feel them, hear the subtle vibrations of their energy through the bond, and it was both comforting and terrifying. I’d never felt anything like this.The council’s decision was clear and harsh. Both Myron and Timothy were ordered to stay away from me. Their punishment was described as “temporary separation” until the trial of fate could officially declare one as my mate. For them, it was an unbearable restriction. For me, it was like being tethered b
NaliniThe words trial of fate did not fall gently into the room. They struck like a blade driven into stone, ringing long after the council elder’s voice faded.I stood in the center of the circular chamber, barefoot on the cold moon-inlaid floor, feeling every gaze cut into me. Elders. Generals. Scholars. Alphas with centuries carved into their bones. None of them looked at me as a person. I was a question. A problem. A prophecy that refused to behave.The air tasted metallic, charged with something restless—my wolf pacing under my skin, ears pinned back, hackles raised.“The Moon Goddess will decide,” Elder Kael continued, his voice smooth, practiced. “As she always has.”Myron stiffened to my left. I felt it even before I saw it, the sharp spike of fury slicing through the bond. Timothy, on my other side, went very still
NaliniThe glow on my skin refused to fade.It lingered beneath my collarbone like a secret that refused to be buried, pulsing softly in time with my heartbeat. Every time I breathed, it answered. Every time my emotions shifted, it reacted. I learned quickly that it was not just a mark—it was a response. To fear. To longing. To power.The council called it a containment period.I called it a cage.The academy dormitory that once felt merely restrictive now felt alive with eyes. Guards rotated in silence outside my door. Sigils etched into the walls hummed faintly at night, reacting whenever my wolf stirred. I could feel the magic pressing inward, not cruelly, but insistently, as if the building itself was trying to hold me still.It didn’t understand that stillness was no longer possible.Something inside me had already
NaliniI woke with a scream lodged in my throat and no sound to carry it.My body jerked upright, lungs burning as though I had been running for miles, fingers clawing at the sheets as if they were the last solid thing in a world that had begun to dissolve. Moonlight spilled through the narrow dorm window in pale ribbons, striping the stone floor and my trembling hands. For a moment, I did not know where I was. My heart beat too fast, too loud, and my skin felt tight, stretched over something that was no longer fully human.The dream—no, the vision—had ended too suddenly. It felt as though something vast had slammed a door in my face.I pressed my palm to my chest, then lower, to where my wolf slept—or no longer slept. Heat pulsed beneath my skin, not painful, but insistent, alive. My breaths came uneven as I became aware of it again: the mark.
NaliniI woke with my name trapped behind my teeth.The sound of it echoed in my skull, not as a word but as a pressure, like something had been spoken directly into bone and marrow and then erased halfway through. My breath came shallow, panicked, my chest tight as though I had been running for miles instead of lying in the narrow academy bed with pale moonlight spilling across my sheets.Something had happened.I knew that much with terrifying certainty.The air still vibrated, faintly, as though the room remembered what I no longer could. My skin hummed. My wolf stirred beneath my ribs, restless and alert, pacing in small, tight circles. She was not confused the way I was. She felt…watchful. Guarded. As if she had been shown something precious and dangerous and now refused to let it go.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to grasp at fragments. A voice&
NaliniI 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







