LOGINNalini
I 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 fa
Nalini The howl did not fade the way ordinary sounds do.It sank into the bones of the land and stayed there, vibrating beneath my feet like a second heartbeat. The pack outside had gone silent—no whispers, no shifting, no nervous laughter. Even the wind seemed to hesitate, unsure whether it was allowed to move.Myron was the first to react. He rose in one smooth motion, already half-shifted, claws flashing briefly before he forced them back. His instinct was raw, unfiltered—protect, fight, destroy whatever dared to reach for me.Timothy didn’t move at all. That was more unsettling. His stillness was the kind born of calculation, of a prince who had learned that panic killed faster than blades. But his eyes… his eyes were locked on me, searching my face as if the answers might be written there.“I didn’t call it,” I said hoarsely, before either of them could accuse me with silence. “I swear to you. I didn’t even know something like that existed.”“We know,” Timothy said quietly. “The
Nalini Leaving the council’s territory did not feel like freedom.It felt like the quiet before a storm decides where to strike.The forest thickened as Alpha Thane led me deeper into his lands, ancient trees closing around us like sentinels that had seen empires rise and rot. The air smelled different here—pine, damp earth, iron-rich stone. Power lived in this place, not loud or oppressive, but old and watchful.My father walked ahead of me in his wolfskin cloak, broad shoulders rigid, as if holding back words that had waited years to be spoken. The guards flanked us at a respectful distance. Not jailers. Not escorts. Witnesses.I wrapped my arms around myself, not from cold, but from the ache settling deep in my chest.The bonds were… restless.Myron’s presence flickered at the edge of my mind—angry, pacing, like a caged flame. Timothy felt farther away, but steady, his emotions carefully leashed, though I could sense the strain in him. Kael—Kael was different.There was no clear
Nalini The world does not end when a prophecy is revealed.That was the first lie I had believed.Instead, it keeps breathing. It keeps arguing. It keeps sharpening its knives.The council chamber was louder than I’d ever heard it—voices crashing into one another, elders standing, others pacing, some outright shouting as if volume could undo what the Moon Goddess herself had spoken. I sat very still between Myron and Timothy, my body aching in places I didn’t yet understand, my wolf curled tight inside me like she was bracing for impact.Kael stood a few steps away, unmoving. He didn’t argue. He didn’t bow. He didn’t look impressed or afraid. He watched the room like a man who had already survived worse than this.I envied him.“This is unprecedented,” one councilor snapped, slamming his palm against the stone table. “A tri-bond violates every ancestral statute—”“Your statutes,” another elder cut in bitterly, “were written after the last great fracture. Perhaps this is how it heals.
Nalini The silence after my words was not empty. It was listening.I felt it first through my feet—an answering pulse beneath the stone circle, like a heartbeat waking from a long sleep. The sigils carved into the ground brightened, lines of silver-blue light crawling outward, ignoring the council’s careful boundaries. Someone shouted. Someone else swore under their breath. The elder who had spoken to me took an unconscious step back.Good.For once, they were reacting to me.“You overstep,” another councilor snapped, his voice sharp with panic poorly disguised as authority. “This is sacred ground.”“So am I,” I replied, surprised by how steady my voice sounded. “Or didn’t the Goddess make that clear enough?”Myron moved closer, not touching me, but near enough that the heat of him steadied my racing pulse. Timothy mirrored him on my other side, jaw tight, eyes burning. And then there was the third pull—subtle but insistent—threading through my spine like a hum just below hearing.Th
Nalini The bow of the old guard didn’t feel like victory.It felt like a line being drawn.The forest was still bent around us, branches lowered as though the land itself had chosen a side. I could feel it—roots humming beneath my feet, ancient and awake. Not answering me exactly, but listening. Watching. Measuring.Power like that doesn’t bow easily. And it never bows without demanding payment later.“Enough,” I said finally, my voice carrying farther than it should have. The echo startled even me. “Leave. Before the land decides you no longer belong here.”The guard in the broken crescent hesitated. For a heartbeat, I thought he might challenge me. Instead, he pressed his fist to his chest in a formal salute—older than the council, older than packs—and rose.“As the vessel commands,” he said.That word again.They retreated into the trees, armor dissolving into shadow until the forest swallowed them whole. The moment they were gone, the pressure snapped loose all at once.I sagged.
Nalini The answer came faster than I was ready for.The first arrow shattered against the warded window, exploding into blue sparks that screamed like torn metal. The sound punched straight through my chest, yanking my wolf fully to the surface. Power rippled out of me without permission—raw, instinctive, protective—and the stone beneath our feet groaned as if it recognized me.“They’re not here to arrest,” Kael said grimly, already moving. “Those tips are spell-forged.”“To kill,” Myron finished, his voice darkening as his canines lengthened.Timothy didn’t speak. He reached for me instead, his fingers brushing my wrist, grounding me just as the third bond flared hot and sharp, threading something ancient through my veins.Eryx turned toward the door, calm in the middle of chaos. “They will not stop,” he said. “The council believes fear will restore order.”“Fear never restores anything,” I said, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounded. “It only breaks it further.”The do
Nalini He’d taken care of me. Again. My throat tightened as I sat up, wincing when the bruises pulled against my skin. Memories came back in flickers — Selene’s blows, her laughter, the sting of the whip, the suffocating darkness of the dungeon. Then Myron’s voice, low and furious, pulling me o
Nalini The next few days passed in a haze of warmth, pain, and disbelief.I wasn’t used to comfort. Every time I woke up and saw the pale gold light filtering through Myron’s curtains, some part of me expected to be dragged back into the cold stone of the dungeon. But each morning, the soft hum of
Myron I’d been staring at the ceiling for hours, my sheets twisted and damp with sweat. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her — Nalini. The way her eyes had shimmered with unshed tears, the tremble in her voice when she said I should reject her if I didn’t want her. I’d told myself I didn’t ca
Timothy Morning sunlight slanted across my room, warm but sharp, like it wanted to cut through the haze in my mind. I buttoned my shirt slowly, watching my reflection in the mirror. Calm, collected, controlled — that’s what they always saw when they looked at me. That’s what I’d trained myself to







