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 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







