LOGIN"Maybe training will help you feel better, dear," Gail suggested. "It might help you focus your energy in ways you hadn't thought of yet. I'll work on some magical training lessons for you while you're out.""That would be great," Elena half-smiled in response. She gently closed the Book of Shadows and stood. Gail embraced her in a tight hug that felt like home. It was the first bit of normalcy she'd had in a long time, and she hated for it to end. Elena excused herself and headed back to Damien's rooms with her guard closely following.Her emotions had all but run cold from her interaction with the book. Feeling disconnected and overstimulated, she turned the experience over and over in her mind. Finally, realization dawned. She was afraid of what the book had responded to within her.When she arrived at Damien's rooms, she found he'd already been called away to a meeting. She'd been with Gail and Esther far longer than she'd thought. She tucked her Book of Shadows away in Damien's
After another sleepless night, Elena decided it was time to learn more about her mother and her own abilities. Moonlight poured across the cushions—nearly full, silver-bright, almost watchful. She drew Maria’s Book of Shadows into her lap and traced the familiar leather cover with trembling fingers. The first few pages were simple spells and rituals Maria must have learned when she first started. She ran her finger down a page with her family tree. It outlined all the witches before her mother, tracing them back for centuries, listing their special abilities and strengths. But the moment she turned the page, the air changed.The parchment resisted her, stiffening beneath her fingertips. The ink wavered, rippling like she was looking through heat. Lines blurred, folded inward, and dissolved into unreadable shadow.“What…?” Elena whispered.She flipped to the next page. Same reaction. Words pulsed out of focus, almost shrinking from her. Another page — the ink recoiled entirely, as th
Elena sat in the window seat, looking up at the crescent moon, while Damien lightly snored in the bed. She couldn't sleep no matter how much she tried. Her mind kept returning to the cave. Her thoughts were filled with Ryan and how close he came to breaking. Inside, Lyra was restless and pacing. She rehashed the final chaotic events with Ryan in the cave over and over again. That moment when she spoke the single word, "Enough," replayed continuously. She didn't understand what happened.Whatever had a grip on Ryan in the caves did not leave untouched. You did not reach out with your voice. You were answered. Lyra was the voice of reason in her turmoil-filled mind. "What do you mean?" Elena asked.Well, we can give it a name now. Peter or the corruption had taken hold of Ryan's mind. When you accidentally used your Alpha Command, it didn't just command Ryan. It made you light up like a torch in the night. And Peter took notice. He's waiting for the right moment. Like he's cultivating
Once they had Elena back behind the walls of the manor, Gail and Damien wrapped her in blankets and secured her in his rooms. They all sat in the sitting room in tense silence. Lucien continued to pace beneath Damien's skin, agitated and angry. He wanted retribution for what happened to his mate.Elena took a shaky breath. It still felt strange to be outside the wards. Breathing even seemed different to her. It was freer, less oppressed, and more in her own control. The silence in the room was weighing on her. When she could no longer take it, she finally spoke. "That thing with Ryan…it wasn’t him."Neither Gail nor Damien argued with her. After a few seconds, Gail cleared her throat and said, "Those wards weren’t made by wolves. They are an ancient type of magic rarely used today. They are designed to block spirits, guides, and outside interference."She paused while they digested that information, concern rising on their faces. As they waited for her to continue, Esther appeared in
Elena sat quietly in the oppressive silence left by Ryan's absence. Her heart was still pounding from the strange encounter. The Rogue Alpha was unraveling fast. All around her, the air felt tight, almost as if it were holding its breath. Her wolf stirred uneasily. Lyra felt an unnatural hunger rising around them. It didn't feel like Ryan. It was something else. Something darker, more unnatural. It had patience and wasn't afraid to wait.Then, it all became clear. Ryan left because he was scared. Suddenly, his shout filled the cave, startling Elena and Lyra to the core.***"NO! Get out of my head!" Ryan screamed, grabbing his hair. The whisper was unrelenting. You don't leave her yet.His physical response was immediate. Weakness overcame him, and his dominance was sapped. His strength was deliberately and slowly drained from him.It was all becoming clear to him. This wasn't guidance as was promised. This was pure control. To even come close to having an appearance of autonomy, he
Ryan sagged against the cave wall, breathing hard. The air around him was suddenly freezing, and each ragged breath released a small cloud of fog that rose in front of him. All around him, the walls were closing in as the whisper coiled through his skull like wisps of smoke. "Choose your side..."Ryan squeezed his eyes shut and fisted his hair with both hands. No, he would not bend. He didn't need help. He didn't need her power, the seers, or that mysterious voice in the dark that felt like old magic and an even older hunger. No matter how much he tried to deny it, one truth kept returning to the surface: Elena had almost commanded him.The memory of her voice shook him to the core. Even now, it made his heart crash painfully against his ribs. He had definitely felt something—an almost instinctive dip in his strength. He was pulled toward her voice in a way that should have been impossible. Ryan ran a shaky hand over his face and sucked in a shaking breath. He felt his control slippi







