LOGINThe howls continued long after the pulse faded. Elena stood at the window, unable to look away from the wolves gathered across the manor grounds. Some remained in human form while others had shifted, but all of them faced the manor with the same stunned reverence. It should have inspired her. Maybe later, when she had enough time to process what had happened, it would.Right now, it only made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff with everyone waiting to see if she would fly.Slowly, the pack began to return to themselves. Conversations restarted in hushed voices. Guards resumed their patrols, though more than one glanced back toward the manor before moving on. The grounds looked the same as they had before, but Elena knew better. Everyone had felt the shift. Everyone knew something had changed, including her.“I really wish everyone would stop looking at me like that,” she whispered.Damien moved closer, his reflection appearing beside hers in the glass. “Like what?”
No one spoke after Ryan’s revelation. Elena wasn't sure anyone even breathed. The words hung over the room with a weight that seemed impossible for one sentence to carry. The first wolf should have stayed dead.She had spent months trying to understand what she was. First, she was a wolfless Alpha’s daughter. Then she was a witch-and-wolf hybrid. Then she was the child of prophecy. Every time Elena started to accept one answer, the world ripped it away and replaced it with something bigger. And honestly, she was getting a little tired of bigger.She looked around the room at everyone staring at her with varying degrees of concern, shock, and curiosity before finally throwing her hands in the air. “No.”Damien blinked. “No?”“No,” she repeated. “Absolutely not.”“Elena—”“Nope. I’m drawing the line.”Ryan looked at her like he was trying to decide whether the corruption had somehow jumped from him into her. “You’re drawing the line?” he asked.“Yes.”“At what exactly?”Elena pointed to
Theron’s words stole every bit of warmth from the room. No one spoke. No one moved. Even the guards stationed outside the door seemed to understand that something had shifted.The corruption was never the final weapon. The wolves who survived it were. Elena looked between Theron and Ryan, trying to piece together what that meant. She had spent so long believing Peter’s corruption was designed to control wolves and turn them into mindless soldiers. Even after seeing Theron and Ryan fight their way back, she assumed that was the flaw in his plan.Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe the ability to survive was the entire point.“What do you mean?” Roland finally asked.Theron slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed. The movement was clearly painful, but there was a determination in his eyes Elena hadn’t seen before. For years, he had been trapped inside his own mind with the truth. Now that he finally had a voice, he wasn’t going to waste it.“I couldn’t understand everything I saw,” T
Ryan remained on one knee long after anyone expected him to stand. The silence in the chamber stretched, not from shock anymore, but from the understanding that something impossible had just happened. The Rogue Alpha who had spent years rejecting the authority of every pack leader alive had freely offered his loyalty to Elena. And he did it through choice. Somehow, that made the moment even more powerful.Elena stared at him, unsure what she was supposed to do next. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. A few months ago, she was waiting tables at her aunt’s restaurant while the entire pack whispered about the wolfless Alpha daughter who would never become anything. Now Ryan Mercer was kneeling before her.“Please stand,” she finally said.Ryan lifted his gaze to hers, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of surprise. “You don’t accept?”Elena frowned. “Accept what?”“My oath.”She looked around the room, hoping someone would jump in and explain the proper protocol for somethin
The silence after the corruption disappeared was almost worse than the chaos. For several seconds, no one moved. No one trusted what they were seeing. The chamber that had been moments away from collapse now stood perfectly still, the wards slowly fading back into their steady rhythm.Elena remained exactly where she was, her hand still wrapped around Ryan’s. She was afraid to let go, afraid that if she moved too quickly, the nightmare would somehow begin all over again, but nothing came back. The darkness was gone.Ryan Mercer, the Rogue Alpha who had brought entire packs to their knees, the wolf no Alpha could control, was unconscious on the stone floor in front of her. And for the first time since anyone in that room had known him, he looked peaceful.“Elena.” Damien’s voice pulled her back to herself.She looked over her shoulder to find him already stepping through the open seal. Gail must have dropped the barrier completely, but Elena hadn’t even noticed. Damien knelt beside her
The chamber shook hard enough to send dust raining from the ceiling, but Elena barely noticed. Her focus remained locked on Ryan as the wards surged brighter around him, layer after layer igniting in violent pulses.The corruption moved beneath his skin like something alive and furious, twisting around the silver light that still flickered faintly beneath the surface. He was fighting it—not perfectly and certainly not winning, but fighting nonetheless.“Elena, step back!” Roland ordered.She didn’t move. Ryan’s body jerked violently again, one hand slamming against the stone floor to keep himself upright. A low, distorted growl ripped from his throat, but it kept breaking apart midway through, interrupted by harsh, ragged breaths.“It’s trying to separate him from whatever you left behind,” Gail said over the roar of the wards.Elena looked at her sharply. “Left behind?”Gail’s eyes never left Ryan. “Your resonance. When you held against him before, part of your influence anchored ins
The first test didn't seem like a test at all. Elena would only realize later that that was the point. She was simply tasked with walking the inner grounds just after dusk with no escort, warning, or explanation. Roland gave the direction with a level, unreadable voice. “Take the west path. Stay w
They had the east garden locked down before noon. No announcement was made, and no alarm sounded. The guards simply closed the gates, and Gail warded the hedges. The patrol units' paths were quietly adjusted with absolute precision, allowing no one to miss a beat. It was clear that Eldermoon didn't
Elena remained in Damien's rooms for the rest of the afternoon. No one told her to stay there, but the manor itself seemed to be holding its breath. She was afraid to be the one who exhaled too loudly.She sat curled in the window seat again with her knees tucked close. Her eyes kept drifting to th
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







