FAZER LOGINAINSLEY The room is quiet. The soft glow from the lanterns spills over the wooden walls, casting gentle shadows across the floor. I sit on the edge of the guest bed, my hands folded in my lap, still trembling slightly from the adrenaline of the previous night. Raithe is standing near the door, surveying the room as if he can already see every danger, every angle. My wolf hums low inside me, sensing his control—but I don’t want him to leave. I swallow hard. “Raithe…” He turns, amber eyes meeting mine, warm but watchful. “I… can you stay with me tonight?” My voice is quiet, almost timid, but my wolf insists. Yes. Stay. Protect. Raithe’s expression softens immediately. A flicker of relief crosses his face. “Of course,” he says simply. He crosses the room and sits beside me, careful not to crowd, but close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from him. My heart hammers as I lift my hand, brushing it against his. He doesn’t flinch; he intertwines his fingers with mine. “You do
RAITHE The first thing I notice as we cross the boundary of Blood Moon territory is the sharp shift in the air—thicker, heavier with anticipation, power, and the scent of wolves who are always ready. My pack is already alert. Eyes track the vehicles as we pull up. Whispers ripple through the warriors, the alpha guards straightening in rigid respect. And then… Dax steps forward, nodding at me subtly, as if to say your mate is here. Handle it. I glance down at Ainsley. She’s clutching the strap of her bag tightly, looking around with wide eyes. I can feel her nerves, her curiosity, and the almost imperceptible thrill that comes from stepping into a new world—our world. “Stay close,” I murmur, voice low, just for her. Her hand finds mine. Soft. Warm. Reassuring. The moment she steps out of the car, the pack reacts. Some hold their surprise respectfully; others can’t hide their awe. Ainsley carries herself with quiet strength, and even unfamiliar wolves sense it. My wolf rumbles sof
The night air was crisp, carrying the mingled scents of Silver Shadow territory—pine, damp earth, and faint traces of the celebration fading behind us. My wolf was calm now. Focused. Controlled. Finally. Ainsley walked beside me, her hand tucked into mine. Each small movement of her thumb against my knuckles grounded me, reminded me that the chaos I’d carried for months was finally still. The mate bond wasn’t just a tether—it was the anchor my wolf had been craving. Her conversation with her parents had been tense but decisive. Alpha Thorn had allowed her to leave with me tonight, though I could feel his lingering vigilance in every step. Her mother had been gentle, proud but hesitant. Kael had been protective, teasing in the way only a brother could be. But now it was time to move. We stepped off the edge of the gathering grounds, heading down the gravel path toward the waiting Blood Moon vehicles. Torches flickered behind us as the party slowly returned to normal, but our focus w
The moment Raithe and I step back into the glow of the party, the entire atmosphere changes. Whispers. Stares. Shock. Curiosity. Fear. Excitement. It’s like ripples spreading across a lake—no one knows what this new reality means yet, but everyone can feel the weight of it. My father’s gaze locks on mine the second I cross the threshold. His expression is almost unreadable—stern Alpha, protective father, wary diplomat—all tangled together. Raithe stands slightly behind me, not hiding, just giving me space, which somehow draws even more attention. His presence is a solid warmth at my back—reassuring, grounding. My mother steps forward first, eyes shining but unsure. She cups my face gently. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” I nod. “I’m okay. Really.” Her breath leaves her shakily. My mother is strong, tough, steady under pressure—but this? The mate bond snapping into place between her daughter and the Alpha of the most feared pack in our region? It shakes even her. Kael join
Ainsley’s hand stays in mine as we stand in the clearing, moonlight pouring around her like she was carved for it. Her fingers fit perfectly—too perfectly—and every instinct in me growls with satisfaction. My wolf is pacing, tail high, chest out, smug as hell. Mate. Strong mate. Good mate. Show us more. I roll my eyes at him internally, but I can’t deny the truth— Every second I spend with her, the bond pulls tighter. Ainsley hesitates, then steps back just enough to look up at me fully. “There’s something you should know,” she says, voice softer than before. Nervous. Serious. My spine tightens. I straighten. “Tell me.” She takes a breath—slow, grounding—like she’s preparing to give me something fragile. “My wolf… she’s not normal.” My heart stutters. “What do you mean?” She lifts her hand, tilting it so moonlight spills across the soft skin of her wrist— And suddenly silver glows beneath it. Not a tattoo. Not magic. Not something artificial. A mark. Moon-bright. Ali
For a long moment after the bond snaps into place, I can’t hear anything except the thundering of my own heartbeat. The cheering, the whispers, the rustle of clothes and movement around us—they all fade into a blur. All I can feel is him. A warm, fierce pressure against my chest, like my soul is leaning forward toward his. My wolf is absolutely losing her mind. MATE. OUR MATE. OURS, OURS— She’s practically somersaulting in circles. I’m… shaking. Not out of fear. Not even out of shock. Because the moment our eyes locked after midnight—really locked—I felt something crack open inside me. Something deep and quiet that I hadn’t known was waiting. And now he’s standing two feet away, looking at me like I’ve just rewritten his entire world. Raithe. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Ruthless, feared, battle-scarred, half-whispered-about Raithe. My mate. Goddess help me. He takes a slow step closer, careful, controlled, as if he’s afraid I’ll bolt. His voice is low, rough around t
Raithe The great hall of Silver Shadow was warm, loud, and far too full of people. Wolves talked, laughed, clattered plates, and greeted us with the sort of polished hospitality packs liked to flaunt during alliance gatherings. I sat at the long central table beside Alpha Thorn, a position mean
Ainsley By the time the sun began dipping behind the treeline, the Silver Shadow pack house felt like a storm cell waiting to burst. Guests had settled into their rooms, warriors were rotating through evening patrols, and the entire pack buzzed with a strange mix of excitement and tension. And
Raithe The guest cabin was nicer than Raithe expected—modern, spacious, smelling faintly of cedar and clean linens. Silver Shadow hospitality was no joke. Dax shut the door behind them and threw himself onto one of the couches with a grunt. “Alright,” he said, stretching his legs out, “are you g
Ainsley I had no reason to linger in the hallway outside Dad’s office. None. Zero. Absolutely no reason. And yet… there I was. Holding a tray of water pitchers and glasses I’d already delivered ten minutes ago, pretending I still had a task that required me to stand in the exact spot where Al







