LOGINNalini
The forest fell eerily silent after the shadow’s retreat, but the tension lingered like smoke in the air. My wolf bristled constantly beneath my skin, alert to every whisper of movement. Myron and Timothy flanked me, their presence solid anchors against the storm of energy swirling in me. I could feel it—the pulse of the Moon Goddess threading through my veins, humming beneath the surface, impatient and powerful.
“I know it’s still here,” I whispered, my voice trembling but firm. The bond thrummed in response, Myron’s frustration and Timothy’s fierce calm feeding into my wolf, making me sharper, faster, almost untouchable. “It’s watching, waiting for a mistake.”
Myron’s jaw clenched. “Then we don’t give it one. Stay close.” His hand brushed mine briefly, a grounding reminder that no matter what came next, we faced it together
NaliniThe air in the grand hall was thick with anticipation, the royal banners swaying gently under the cool glow of the moonlight that streamed through the towering windows. The council members sat in rigid formality, their expressions unreadable, each glance and subtle gesture laced with the weight of centuries-old tradition. This was the night of the Trial of Fate, the moment every Alpha, Beta, and Omega had been whispering about for weeks.I felt the tight clasp of the academy-issued dress at my wrists, the fabric heavy but nothing compared to the weight pressing on my chest. Timothy’s energy pulsed faintly through the bond, steady and reassuring, while Myron’s surged with impatience, frustration, and that ever-present raw possessiveness that made my chest ache. Both of them hovered around me in the bond, invisible yet undeniable, their presence pushing against my skin, their emotions threading into mine.
NaliniThe Academy had never felt so suffocating. Every hallway whispered of the council’s scrutiny, every glance carried unspoken orders: prepare, comply, submit. They were tightening the rules for the Trial of Fate, as if expecting me to falter before it even began. And yet, beneath the pressure, beneath the fear, a small, stubborn spark of defiance burned.I moved through the corridors with my head held high, pretending for the guards and the other students that I was calm, obedient, collected. Inside, my wolf was restless, pulsing, and alive. Each step seemed to echo the rhythm of my heart, a constant reminder that I was not powerless, that the bond I shared with Myron and Timothy was not a chain—it was a lifeline.In the solitude of my room, I let myself breathe fully for the first time in days. Myron’s energy drifted in, rough and impatient, while Timothy’s steadied me, a quiet anchor.
NaliniThe night was quiet, but the stillness felt heavy, weighted with threats I couldn’t see. Even from the confines of my quarters, I could feel the threads of danger twisting through the air, tugging at the edges of my mind. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, restless, restless—more aware than ever, more insistent that something was wrong.I paced the room, hands brushing against the walls, trying to ground myself, trying to calm the fire within me. Myron and Timothy pulsed through the bond, their concern unmistakable, their frustration simmering just beneath the surface. I could almost hear Myron growl, low and rough: I hate this. I hate that I can’t protect you fully.Timothy’s presence was steadier, but it carried a sharp edge. We can’t trust anyone right now. They’ll use this—use you—against us.And they were right. I’d felt
NaliniI barely had time to catch my breath before the news hit: the council had convened an emergency session. They’d received reports of the intruder—though how much they actually knew, I wasn’t sure. Guards and advisors whispered outside my door like a swarm of restless ants, and even the students at the academy sensed tension in the air. Everything felt charged, electric, like the storm of my wolf’s power that refused to settle.A messenger arrived with strict orders: I was to remain in my quarters, no exceptions, no visitors, no leaving the academy grounds. Timothy and Myron… both were placed under severe restrictions, forbidden to come near me, except for council-sanctioned purposes. My wolf growled in frustrated protest, pacing the room, ears twitching at every sound.This isn’t about protection, my mind whispered. This is about control.I sank onto t
NaliniThe first sign came as a tremor through my bond, subtle at first, a prickling unease that crawled beneath my skin. My wolf hissed low in warning, ears flattened, teeth bared, and my chest tightened. I could sense them before I saw them, a shadow in the corridor outside my window, a pulse of energy that didn’t belong—cold, sharp, precise. Someone was here, and they weren’t coming for a chat.I froze, heart hammering in my chest. Myron was asleep beside me, his body still radiating warmth and gold-tinged energy even in rest, and Timothy’s presence hummed at the edges of the bond, calm but taut with anticipation. Both of them were alert through the bond, but they didn’t know where the threat was—yet.“Something’s coming,” I whispered, voice trembling, barely audible. My wolf growled, a low vibration that rattled the floor beneath me. The hair on my arms and
NaliniThe moment the intruder retreated, the room didn’t feel safe anymore. Myron’s golden aura still hummed around me, urgent and protective, and Timothy’s precise, controlled energy was a steadying presence, but my chest felt tight, like a cage had been closed around my ribs. The wolf beneath my skin growled, restless, warning me that this was far from over.“They’re not gone,” Myron muttered, voice low and tense, his hand lingering near mine, as if he could physically shield me from the threat. His eyes were sharp, unyielding, and yet there was a flicker of fear I hadn’t seen before. “They’ll come back. They’re not just some petty assassin—they’re targeting you… targeting us through you.”I shivered. “Why me?” I whispered. “What do they want? My bond… my power… why?” My voice cracked, a tre







