LOGINElena 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.
Elena did not wait for morning. She was already out of bed when the first pale light touched the sky. Damien caught her wrist before she reached the door.“You’re going down there,” he said.It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t deny it.“He asked me for help.”Damien’s jaw tightened—not in anger but in fear. He was trying very hard not to let it control him.“Elena,” he said carefully, “if you reached him in a dream, Peter felt it too.”“I know.”That was the problem. She wasn’t shaken. She was certain, and that certainty had started to feel like gravity. Damien searched her face for hesitation and found none. After a long breath, he released her wrist.“Then we don’t do this alone.”***Roland was already awake when they entered his study. He looked at Elena once and understood immediately.“You saw him.”Not a question either.“Yes.”Silence stretched between them, heavy and deliberate. Roland closed the book in his hands. “Tell me everything.”She did, and when she finished, the ro
Elena did not remember falling asleep. One minute, she was watching the slow drift of starlight across the ceiling while listening to the quiet rhythm of Damien’s breathing beside her. She was trying to convince her mind that stillness meant safety. The next minute, she was standing somewhere other than her room.There was no shock, no jolt of fear. Instead, there was only the quiet, disorienting certainty of wrongness. The air felt older here. It wasn't cold. It was as if it had been untouched by warmth, as if it were a place the living had forgotten how to reach. Stone stretched in every direction, dimly lit by a glow that had no visible source. The light wasn’t white or gold but almost like memory fading at the edges. Elena didn’t move at first. She already knew where she was.…below… Lyra whispered softly. …deep below…She was in the cellar, except this wasn’t the physical chamber sealed beneath the manor. This was something between. It was a space made of distance, silence, and
The cellar did not measure time the way the living world did. Above it, days rose and fell, guards changed shifts, seasons turned the gardens from bloom to frost and back again. Voices argued, laughed, wept, and forgot. Life moved forward with relentless indifference.Below the stone, none of that existed. There was only darkness. The slow, suffocating weight of magic was layered so thickly into the walls that even memory struggled to breathe. Silence had become the cellar’s only constant companion. It wasn't peaceful silence. Instead, it was the hollow, airless kind that presses inward from every direction until even thought begins to thin. And then, impossibly, something disturbed it.The change did not arrive like thunder or violence. It did not shatter the wards or tear through the magic that bound the chamber. Instead, it slipped into the darkness with the gentleness of a single drop of water falling into a depthless well. One word, soft, stead, certain. Enough.For the first t
Elena felt the wards go quiet at the same moment Lyra sprang to her feet. ...wrong...too quiet... She warned.Across the courtyard, Damien’s head snapped toward the eastern wall, eyes flashing blue-gold as instinct overtook thought.“Inside,” he ordered softly, already stepping in front of her.Elena didn’t move. The quiet wasn’t empty. It was listening. A single rose petal drifted loose from the garden hedge and touched the stone at her feet. Black spread through it like ink in water.Damien’s breath caught. “Elena—now.”The wards screamed. Light flared along the manor walls, silver lines igniting one after another, and then something struck them from within. The eastern gate exploded inward in a storm of splintered wood and shattered iron. Guards were already moving before the debris hit the ground, shifting mid-stride, claws tearing through gloves as wolves burst forward to meet the breach.Smoke poured through the opening. Unlike fire smoke, it burned colder and was almost alive.
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 day clung stubbornly to the sky. No guards shadowed her steps tonight. No instructions had been given. That, more than anything, told her this moment mattered.Lyra stirred softly beneath her ribs. …you are standing where paths divide…Elena exhaled, slow and careful. “I know.”For once, the wolf did not answer with certainty, only silence. Footsteps approached behind her—steady, familiar, impossible to mistake. Damien didn’t speak right away. He moved to stand beside her, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched, but not quite. He was close enough to choose but far enough to refuse. That distance hurt more than any wound.“You’re pulling away,” he said quietly.Elena closed her eyes.
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 she had begun to understand mattered most.No one spoke, and for once, the silence didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like space. Elena stepped into the ring on her own. The moment her foot crossed the inner line, something inside her shifted. It was like a piece of herself finally finding the place it had always been meant to rest.Lyra stirred, slow and awake. …not survival…becoming…Elena exhaled. Roland finally looked at her“Today,” he said quietly, “we stop teaching you what your power is not.”Her pulse quickened. “And start teaching what it is?”Roland nodded once. “Yes.”Gail finished the last ward and stepped back. The air sealed—not tight, but contained, like closing a door agains







