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A bright flash of lightning lit the whole valley just before a loud clap of thunder shook the entire restaurant. Another night with nothing to do. Elena Marlowe sighed quietly as she cleaned the same table for the third time. Whenever it rained in Silverpine, none of the locals came out for a bite at her aunt's diner. While she didn't have to deal with the judgmental attitudes of her peers, it also meant no tips.
Elena dreamed of one day escaping Silverpine and making a new life far away. She'd only been here for three years. Her aunt Gail was kind enough to take her in when her parents died in a horrible car crash. But everyone made sure she knew she wasn't welcome.
When she first arrived, the girls in her class picked on her mercilessly. First, it was for her glasses and chubby cheeks. Then, when she got contacts and lost the weight, they called her names, insinuating she slept around with all the boys in school.
The real problem was that she was an Alpha's daughter, but she had no wolf. Everyone knew who Elena's parents were, and when she turned 18, everyone expected her to find a powerful wolf to follow in their footsteps. When none arrived, the bullying only intensified.
She shoved down the miserable thoughts and finished cleaning the tables, prepped the silverware for the following day, and locked up just as the rain stopped for the night. The wind picked up as Elena stepped outside, and the clouds parted to reveal a beautiful full moon. Despite her wolf never coming, the moon still held powerful sway over her, especially when it was full. She shook her head and made her way to her car.
Her cute little Honda Civic was a gift from her parents when she turned 16. As one of the last things they ever gave her, she always treated it like the most fragile piece of glass, never missing a tune-up. The drive home to her aunt's house was uneventful, with the moon's light guiding her.
When she got to the house, she parked the car, got out, and locked it. Gail would be out late, running with the rest of the pack. Elena loved her aunt dearly but couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy.
She leaned on the car, letting the night breeze blow against her warm skin. She was 19 now, and still had no sign of her wolf. The feeling of isolation was so powerful some days that she couldn't breathe through it.
Gail's house was a farmhouse constructed in the countryside, surrounded by trees. The light blue paint gleamed in the moonlight, almost blinding in its brilliance. Dreading being alone in the big house on a night she should be frolicking with her pack, Elena sighed and began the trek up to the front door.
In the distance, she faintly heard the sound of a twig breaking in the forest. She stopped, and her breath immediately caught in her chest. She was defenseless out in the open, whether it was a wild animal or a werewolf from the pack. If she ran for the door, she risked attracting the attention of whatever made the noise.
Before she had time to make a decision, an enormous mountain lion emerged into the clearing. It growled low in its throat, signaling its intent to attack. The animal stalked closer to Elena, who whimpered in fear. The mountain lion was less than 5 feet away when another sound drew its attention to the edge of the woods, where three large wolves stood at attention.
The wolves formed an attack formation, with the largest wolf moving to the front and the other two wolves taking flanks. They methodically entered the clearing with eyes focused on the mountain lion. Sensing its life was in danger, the mountain lion turned and fled with the three wolves on its trail.
Elena recognized her chance and fled into her house, locking the door behind her. Even with the door closed, she heard the violent fight in the woods and the end of the mountain lion. She shivered and hugged herself, hiding in the darkness.
A tear slipped from her eye. If only she had a wolf of her own, she wouldn't feel so helpless. Suddenly, a howl pierced the quiet of the night, sending chills down her spine. She knew it was the leader of the three wolves that saved her tonight. She had no idea why they stepped in or who they were. In fact, she was pretty sure that if the mountain lion hadn't been there, she would have been the one who had met their end in the woods.
THUMP.
Elena jumped at the loud noise. It came from right outside the door. She could hear the "tick, tick, tick" of toenails on the deck. It was the wolves. They must have come back for her. Everyone knew who she was. It only made sense they'd come back to terrorize her.
Something stirred inside her. She'd never felt anything like it before. It was driving her to look out the front door, almost as if she'd go crazy if she resisted. Slowly, she moved to her knees so she could look out the window next to the door. Elena nearly fell backward when she made direct eye contact with the largest werewolf she had ever seen.
Panicking, she gasped for breath, looking for anything to defend herself. While she scrambled around the entryway, the wolf simply sat with his head cocked to the side, almost like he was asking a question. After a few minutes, Elena realized he wasn't attacking and he had returned alone.
Shaking, she moved closer to the window. The stirring in her chest became more powerful the closer she got to the wolf. At the window, she placed her palm on the glass. The wolf responded by touching his nose to her palmprint. Magic flared up between the girl and the werewolf, and the mate bond took hold, sealing them together.
Shocked, Elena fell back, breaking the spell between them. The wolf stared at her for a few seconds before shaking his head and running off. He was the only one who saw her eyes flash silver, and the only one who knew their secret.
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







