LOGINElena didn't stop at the kitchen. She continued running until she was in the parking lot next to her car. Suddenly, he was there in front of her. She never saw or heard him move, another downside to not having her own wolf.
"Why did you run?" he asked quietly. She could feel the restrained power behind his words. He was one of the most powerful wolves she had ever met.
"W-who are y-you?" she stammered.
"Well, I should think it would be clear that I'm your fated mate. Unless you really are stupid like they all say, which I highly doubt."
"N-not what I m-meant," she sniffled.
"My name is Damien, but I would have thought you'd have remembered me. I know it's been 11 years, but I'm not that unforgettable."
"Damien? But no one has seen you since that day."
He gazed into her eyes. "I came back because another attempt was made on my father's life. All signs point to one of his Alphas. He's getting older and can't lead the search on his own. I'll be taking over his position soon, so it's time we finally get rid of these traitors."
"What were you doing outside my house last night?" she asked.
"That was just a coincidence. We were hunting and came across a mountain lion tracking something. Little did we know it was tracking you. You do know there are rogues around here, right? If we had been anyone else, you could have been in a lot of trouble. We need to talk about this mate situation."
Elena stood quietly as a tear slipped down her cheek. For a second, she had thought everything was going to be wonderful. This was her childhood friend. Surely, he wouldn't abandon her, too? But naturally, like everything else in her life, this would turn out badly.
"You don't have a wolf? I can't smell her," Damien said.
"No, I don't."
"Listen. You must not tell a single soul that we are mates. As far as the world is concerned, Ramona will be my Luna. That's just how it has to be. She is strong and can protect herself and the pack."
"I understand," Elena whispered before turning back to the restaurant. She went to the bathroom to clean her face, only to run straight into Mona and her three friends. They were clearly there for one reason—to torment Elena some more.
"Oh, there's the slut! You think you can talk to my fiancé?!" screamed Mona.
"I was just trying to take your order," Elena responded.
CRACK!
Ramona slapped Elena across the face. "You little bitch! You listen to me. You stay away from my man, or I'll beat your wolfless ass."
Elena sank to the floor, crying, as the four women laughed and sashayed their way back to their table. After a few minutes, she stood up and washed her face. She couldn't do anything about the glaring red mark Mona's hand left on her cheek.
She straightened her back, put a smile on her face, and went back to the group's table to finish taking their order. The entire time she was there, Damien kept staring at the red mark on her cheek with concern in his eyes.
Eventually, the group left, but not without one more smouldering look from Damien. He didn't want her to be his mate in public, but his eyes held a heat that said he couldn't deny their connection.
The rest of the night was uneventful and ended with an equally boring drive home. This time, instead of being surprised by a mountain lion and wolf pack, she was greeted by Gail at the door.
"I think it's time we talked," Gail said. "I know who that was at the restaurant tonight."
"Oh? What does that have to do with me?"
"A lot more than you could imagine," Gail responded. She handed Elena a cold glass of Coke and invited her to the sitting room. When they were both comfortable, she began with the events of that birthday party.
"So, you weren't there just because your dad was friends with the Alpha King. You were there because your father was his Beta."
"What?" Elena gasped.
"Alpha King Roland didn't trust James like he trusted your father, so he selected another Beta. It was always expected that Damien would choose you as his Beta when you were both older. There was even hope that you might be his fated Luna. Unfortunately, you haven't received your wolf yet."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I know why Damien is here. There's been talk of another assassination attempt on the Alpha King. He's searching for the killer. I just want to prepare you because I'm afraid of what this will turn up. Your parents were good people who loved and supported the Alpha King. That's enough to have had them murdered," said Gail.
"Murdered? You mean the accident?" asked Elena.
"I've always thought that car accident was suspicious. Your father was meticulous about caring for his vehicles. The brakes shouldn't have failed. But if someone was behind it, they covered their tracks well."
Elena sat in silence, mulling over everything Gail had just said. Her father wasn't just a high-ranking wolf. He had been the Beta to the actual Alpha King. And someone may have killed him and her mother. Any other time this information would have made her cry, but today, she'd had enough.
Her blood boiled. The little hairs on her arm were standing on end with the energy coursing through her body. She was angry, and she was ready to take back what was hers.
"Elena! Your eyes!" Gail yelled.
Elena looked in the mirror over the fireplace to see her eyes shining a cold, hard silver. And just like that, it was gone. She looked at her aunt for a brief second before darkness overtook her, and she passed out in the chair.
Elena’s mouth went dry. “Stay” sounded too intimate. Too heavy. Like a promise disguised as a command. Her hand stayed against Damien’s chest. She inhaled slowly. Lyra rose just beneath Elena's skin. She wasn't wild or frantic. Her presence was more a show of solidarity. Elena opened her mouth and tried to speak, but the requested word wouldn't come forward. Her voice cracked from the pressure she felt building in her chest. The emotions were too powerful, too raw. Elena jerked her hand back instinctively and said, “I can’t.”Roland’s expression didn’t change. “You can. You’re choosing fear.”“That’s not—”“Again,” Roland said, and the single word carried enough authority to make Elena’s skin tighten.Elena swallowed hard and looked at Damien. He nodded once. She tried again.“Stay.”The word came out sharper than she intended. She didn't shout, but the word had an edge to it that she didn't expect. Damien’s reaction was immediate—his shoulders locked, and his wolf flared. His eyes
Elena tried to eat breakfast. Roland had ordered everyone to follow a routine—he was big on routines, as if they could trick the world into submission. It was like he wanted her to act like none of that experience deep below the manor ever happened.She couldn't just erase the memory of placing her hand on the warded stone and listening to the man plead on the other side of the wall. Her stomach simply wouldn't cooperate, turning slightly at the sight of the eggs and toast on her plate. Damien watched on with concern from across the small table."You don't have to force it," he said quietly.Elena lifted her eyes. “I’m not hungry.”“I know,” Damien replied, and the words carried far too much understanding for how little time they’d actually had to be normal together.Roland had left at sunrise to secure the lower sector again. Gail and Esther had gone back to the library, chasing theory like it might grow teeth and bite back if they looked away. Elena's skin prickled at the memory of
Elena couldn't sleep. She lay as still as possible next to Damien, trying not to disturb his slumber. The manor walls creaked quietly around her as the night cooled. She heard the slow, gentle thud of a guard's boots as they passed on rotation. Everything sounded completely normal. In fact, it was almost too normal for comfort.Her arm continued to burn. It wasn't constant—just present enough to remind her it was there. The sensation flared and faded like a phantom echo, as if her skin remembered something her mind was trying to forget. She flexed her fingers slowly, watching the shadows shift over her hand. Marked. That was the word that kept coming to the front of her mind.She hadn't been wounded or cursed, but something had definitely noticed her. Damien shifted beside her in his sleep, his arm tightening instinctively around her waist. The contact immediately grounded and anchored her to the present. She breathed in his comforting scent, letting it calm her racing thoughts....yo
No one spoke on the way back to the main floor of the manor. Everyone kept quiet for the same reason—they were afraid the walls would remember anything they said. Even worse, they feared the stone would respond. Roland led the group, lantern held high. Damien walked closely to Elena, keeping one hand lightly at her waist as if trying to protect her from the thing she had touched. Gail walked next to her; the expression on her face was tight and directed inward, indicating that she had at least ten thoughts rolling around at once in her mind.Behind them, the warded hallway sat quiet. The corrupted wolf didn't plead, scream, or even breathe loud enough to be heard through the stone. That silence crawled under Elena's skin far worse than the wolf's pleading had."Don't look back," Roland said, not unkindly.Elena hadn't even realized she had turned back. She forced her gaze forward once more, but the memory of that final sane voice clung to her."Child of Two Moons. He sees you. Run—" H
For a minute, everything stood still, and Elena couldn't breathe. The weight of the wolf's words pressed on her. Suddenly, Roland swore in horror, shaking Elena free from her thoughts. Gail’s face had gone pale. “He felt your command,” she whispered. “All the way down here. Through layers of wards.”The lantern flame fluttered wildly, shadows crawling over the stone like living things. The air grew thick, charged. Elena felt power pressing from the other side of the wall—stuttering, broken power—not just his. Something was riding him like a parasite. A slick, oily presence slid along the edges of her senses. It didn't touch her. It was just there...just aware of her. It made her skin crawl....he is looking back...Peter scents through his work... Lyra warned with quiet urgency."Elena, step back," Roland ordered. She wanted to obey him. She really did, but the voice from behind the wall spoke directly to her, "Please...make...it...stop..."Her heart splintered at the sound of his ra
For a heartbeat, no one moved or said anything after the warrior's bombshell. His words hung in the air between everyone like smoke. Roland recovered first, his eyes sharpening in a way Elena had only ever seen when he was readying for a fight."Where?" He asked with calm Alpha authority."In the old lower storage corridors, my King,” the warrior replied, trying and failing not to shake. “We were doing the sweep you ordered. There’s a sealed door that shouldn’t be there. And something…inside it.""Show me," Roland ordered."I'm coming," Damien said, following.Elena stood before she had even made the decision. "So am I."Roland eyed her, and for a moment, she thought he'd refuse her. Then, his entire demeanor changed. “If this is what I think it is,” he said slowly, “it concerns you more than any of us. Stay close. You do not approach the threshold unless I say so. Understood?”The last word wasn't just a question—it was laced with authority. Elena's spine immediately straightened as







