MasukElena woke in the chair a few hours later. Her aunt was sitting in the chair next to hers with a worried look on her face. Gail jumped up as soon as she saw Elena's eyes open.
"Oh, thank the Moon Goddess! I didn't know what to do when you collapsed. I was afraid to call for help because I didn't know what was happening. I know you've had so much trouble with the other pack members. I was worried this would make things even worse," Gail sobbed.
"It's okay," Elena's voice cracked as she spoke the words. "I'm okay. What happened?"
"We were talking, and your eyes turned the most stunning silver. Stunning, but chilling. I think your wolf has been here all along, and something is stopping her from communicating. Whatever that wall is—it's coming down," Gail said in a quiet voice.
Elena rested her head on the back of the chair. It was all too much to handle right now. Finding her fated mate, her wolf may be breaking through, and her parents may be the victims of an assassination. What else could possibly happen?
That was a thought for another day. She shook her head and slowly stood up. Her legs felt shaky. It had been a rough couple of days.
"Elena? Before you go, there's something I wanted to ask you. What were you and Damien talking about outside the restaurant?" Gail asked.
Elena stiffened. She made a promise not to tell their secret. "He told me he was here because of the attack against his father," she said, not meeting Gail's eyes.
"It's just interesting that you started acting strangely when he showed up," she said.
Shaking her head, Elena turned and walked up the stairs to her bedroom, ready to shower. Her bathroom was an en suite, allowing her extra privacy. She chose her pajamas and entered the bathroom to run a hot bath. As the tub filled, she added her favorite bubble bath with the scent of lilacs. She lit a candle and turned out the light. After she undressed, she slipped into the almost-too-hot water.
Elena felt cocooned in warmth, and her tension started to ease. She closed her eyes, relishing in the soothing comfort. After a few moments, she opened them to find herself staring into Damien's stunning green eyes. Her mouth dropped open in a scream, and he immediately clasped a hand over it.
"Shh!" he exclaimed, "Do you want your aunt to find me in your bathroom with you naked? Hell, she'd probably be thrilled that you're seeing any kind of action."
"Go to hell, Damien!"
"I came here because I felt something in our bond. I've been waiting outside for hours until you were alone. The least you can do is be a little nicer to me," Damien pouted with seductive, full-bodied lips.
"You already have your Luna, you don't need to be concerned about me," Elena spat back.
"That's not my fault. I didn't know I was going to meet my fated mate or that you wouldn't have a wolf!"
"Get out!" Elena practically snarled. She grabbed her head as the world started to tilt. That feeling of power surged in her chest again. Her wolf was trying to break free, but there was something else there. She didn't understand, and it felt like she was being torn in two.
"Elena!" Damien hissed. "What's wrong?"
Her eyes flashed silver, cold and calculating. It was only there for a second, but it was long enough for him to notice. Her wolf was there. She was trapped behind some kind of barrier, and she was pissed. Someone didn't want Elena to get her wolf.
"I'll be fine. Just let me get dressed."
Damien left the bathroom long enough for Elena to get out of the tub, towel off, and put on a robe. She came out of the bathroom to find him seated on the edge of her bed. She wondered why he was really there, but at the same time, she was too tired to care.
"Let me look at you," Damien beckoned her over to him.
She shyly walked over to him. "You know, I swear I just saw your wolf. She's trapped and calling to mine. But it's like nothing I've ever seen. And your eyes are the purest silver. It's something out of legend."
He reached up and touched her cheek with one finger. Electricity sizzled through her body from that single point of contact. Their eyes locked, and the power of their mate bond filled the room. Elena had never felt anything so powerful in her life. But what was the point? He had a self-appointed Luna. There was no place for her in his world. And her wolf? She may never break free.
She slowly pulled away from Damien, her eyes suddenly turning sad. "You need to leave. You have a Luna waiting, and I'm tired."
Damien lunged forward, wrapping her in a passionate embrace. "You're the only one I see here," he said before leaning in to press his lips against hers. He was gentle at first, only to become more demanding as he deepened the kiss. Elena wrapped her arms around his shoulders and fisted his hair.
His right hand gently cupped her chin while his left arm pulled her close around the waist. She was on fire. While it was only her second kiss, it was one of the best feelings she had ever experienced in her life. That is, until Ramona's face popped up in her mind.
Elena put both hands on Damien's chest and shoved him back hard. He landed on the bed and took it to mean she wanted more. "STOP!" she said. "How can you come here and make out with me when you have a chosen mate somewhere else? How is this fair to me? I've been screwed over my whole life. And you're just one more person from my past to add to the list of dickheads who hurt me."
"No! Elena, I'm sorry. You don't understand - "
"I don't want to hear it," she said. It was clear she was getting more and more agitated by the situation. He was her oldest friend, and now he was her betrayer. How was this fair? She was angry. She felt like her blood was boiling. Her hands were shaking, and she was about to cry.
The lights in the room started to flicker. Damien reached for her, and she yanked her hand back. "Don't t-touch me," Elena said, as a glass on her nightstand suddenly shattered, exploding glass everywhere.
Roland’s words settled over the room like a weight no one knew how to lift.He knows Marcus cannot defend himself.Elena lowered her eyes to the table. The anger she’d expected never came. Instead, all she felt was sadness. James hadn’t challenged her strength. He hadn’t questioned her power. He had gone after the one person who could never stand before the pack and answer him.She remembered sitting on her father’s shoulders during the summer festivals while he pointed out constellations she was too young to understand. She remembered falling asleep against his chest after long pack meetings because she’d insisted on staying awake until he came home. Marcus had always smelled like pine and cedar after patrols, and no matter how tired he was, he always made time to tuck her into bed.James remembered those moments, too. He had been there. That realization hurt almost as much as the speech itself.“I don’t understand,” Elena admitted quietly. “If James hated my father this much, why di
The manor slowly returned to its usual rhythm after the last family departed that afternoon, but Elena couldn’t shake the heaviness that had settled over her heart. She found herself replaying every conversation she’d had that day, especially the look on Rebecca’s face when she unfolded Ethan’s missing-person flyer. There had been hope in her eyes, but there had also been years of grief that no parent should ever have to carry.Elena wandered into the library hoping a familiar book might distract her, but she never made it farther than the large windows overlooking the gardens. The flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and for a brief moment, the estate almost looked like it had before the prophecy, before Peter, and before corruption had consumed so many lives. She knew that version of the manor had never truly existed, but she missed it anyway. She heard footsteps behind her and smiled before she even turned around.“I wondered where you disappeared to,” Damien said as he joined her
Elena hardly slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the line of cars stretching down the manor’s driveway. She pictured the little girl leaning against her mother’s SUV, the elderly couple sitting quietly beneath the shade of a tree, and the worried expressions on faces that had clearly carried the same grief for years.By the time dawn broke, she gave up on sleep altogether. She pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Damien’s hoodies that had somehow found its way into her room and slipped barefoot over to the bedroom window.The line had grown. More vehicles had arrived overnight. Pickup trucks, family SUVs, compact cars with children’s toys still visible in the back seats, even an old station wagon that looked like it had traveled hundreds of miles to get there. Some people had climbed out to stretch their legs while others remained inside, trying to catch a little more sleep before the day truly began.No one argued with the guards. No one tried to force their way through th
The council chamber was unusually quiet by the time Elena arrived. Roland stood at the head of the long table with several opened letters spread neatly in front of him. Damien had already taken his place beside his father, while Gail and Esther sat together reviewing a map that covered nearly half the table. Ryan lingered near one of the windows, arms folded across his chest, his attention fixed on the courtyard below.No one looked particularly surprised to see Elena enter. They simply looked tired. Roland motioned for her to join them. “I’m glad you’re here. We were waiting for you.”Elena took the empty chair beside Damien and glanced at the collection of letters. Every one of them carried a different crest. “Are those all from the other packs?” she asked.Roland nodded. “They arrived within the last two hours.”She frowned. “That’s…fast.”“It is,” Damien agreed. “Word is spreading much faster than we anticipated.”Elena picked up the nearest letter and carefully unfolded it. It wa
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of hurried conversations and quiet planning. Messages were already being prepared for the neighboring packs while Roland met privately with several of his senior guards. The manor had settled into an uneasy rhythm over the past few weeks. Everyone carried on with their duties, but there was a noticeable difference in the way people moved through the halls.Conversations became quieter whenever Elena entered a room, and more than once she caught wolves studying her with expressions she couldn’t quite decipher. She wasn’t sure which bothered her more. The ones who looked afraid, or the ones who looked hopeful.Elena eventually slipped away from the meeting room, needing a few minutes to clear her head. The gardens had always been her favorite place on the estate. Before everything had changed, she had imagined spending afternoons wandering the winding paths with nothing more important to worry about than whether Damien would eventually convince
For several long moments after Peter’s projection disappeared, no one in the room spoke. The candles burned steadily again, chasing away the unnatural darkness that had settled over the chamber only moments before. Even so, Elena couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been left behind. Peter was gone, but his presence still lingered in her mind like a stain she couldn’t wash away.She wrapped her arms around herself and slowly let out a breath. The room suddenly felt much larger than it had a few minutes earlier, though she wasn’t sure whether that was because Peter had left or because everyone was trying to make sense of what had just happened.Roland was the first to move. He walked slowly around the room, examining each ward Gail had placed while Peter’s image had occupied the center of the chamber. His fingers brushed lightly over several of the glowing symbols carved into the stone before he finally nodded.“The wards remain intact,” he said. “Whatever Peter used to reach
The training ring was already lit when Elena arrived. Roland stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, not looking at her yet. Gail traced faint symbols along the outer boundary, reinforcing wards that hummed too softly to hear. Damien remained near the entrance, present in the exact way
The manor no longer felt like a sanctuary. It felt like it was holding its breath. Elena sensed it long before anyone spoke of it aloud. It wasn't fear or danger in the immediate sense. It was something quieter, deeper. She stood alone in the inner courtyard at twilight, where the last light of da
The first thing Roland did was issue an order of silence. Guards escorted Mona from the chamber without spectacle. Two of them flanked her at a respectable distance without the use of restraints. They kept their posture relaxed enough to appear honorable, not contained. A casual observer would assu
The manor changed in a choreographed performance. Elena watched it happen from the second-floor gallery. Guards shifted in staggered pairs, servants rerouted without being told, and doors closed softly behind important conversations. No one ran or whispered loudly. The whole estate moved like a bod







