LOGINElena looked from the nightstand to Damien in disbelief. "What happened?" she all but cried.
He reached for her, but she turned away with a forceful, "NO!" Power kicked up in the room, lifting the loose hairs around her face. It danced and swirled around them.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down. I'm not gonna touch you," Damien said. "Are you hurt?"
"No," she pouted. Her head was spinning with a million thoughts. Why did the glass break? Why was he looking at her like that? What was happening? She grabbed her left arm with her right hand, crossing her body as if she could protect herself.
"Elena, I don't know what's going on, but this is very important. You cannot tell anyone else what happened here."
"Why? Are you afraid they'll find out you were in my bedroom?" she asked, anger rising to the surface and rippling along her skin.
"No! That's not what I meant. Jesus, Elena. Why do you have to keep saying stuff like that?" he practically shouted.
"You're the one who showed up with a Luna and told me to keep our mate bond a secret!" she hissed. The lights started flickering as her temper flared.
"Listen to me. I don't know what's happening, but you need to calm down. I don't want you to tell anyone because you're not safe. This power...it's like nothing I've ever felt before, and your wolf seems to be pushing it forward. Evil people will stop at nothing to control it."
He took her hand, and this time, she didn't resist. The mate bond flared up between them, soothing her anger and fear. His touch felt right. It felt like home. It was the first time since coming to Silverpine that she actually felt alright.
Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his. Instead of his warm, green eyes, she was met with the penetrating blue of his wolf's. But it only lasted a second before Damien regained his composure. "He's very protective of you," he said quietly.
Not knowing what to say, Elena simply nodded.
"I don't know how much your aunt has told you about our families, but the threat on my father's life has just as much to do with you as it does me."
"She told me my father was the Alpha King's Beta. I don't remember much other than being your friend, and you being sent away after that horrible day."
Damien ran his hand through his hair before saying, "We believe that the assassins were sent by someone close to our fathers. Ultimately, it shouldn't be that hard to narrow down who it was because they kept a very tight circle back in those days."
Elena shivered at the thought of someone her father trusted being the cause of his death. The worst part was that she was meant to be in the car with them that day, but she got sick. Her mom told her to stay home. Never one to argue with her parents, she simply went back to bed until the police knocked on the door with the news.
A tear slipped down her cheek at the memory. The pain of it always tore like a jagged knife right through her ribs. Damien noticed the tear and stepped closer. This time, the power barely fluttered. It seemed she had exhausted herself. He slowly reached forward and slid his thumb across her cheek. He was close enough that she could smell the delicious aroma of cologne. She hadn't been this close to a guy since that asshole, Matt, tried assaulting her on her first day of school.
Elena tried to clear her head by shaking it, but all it did was make her a little dizzy. As she swayed on her feet, he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I really want to kiss you again," Damien whispered.
"What about your Luna?" she asked with a shaky voice.
"Damn it, Elena. Will you fucking let that go already? She's not my mate. You are!"
"But she'll be your Luna, not me," she said quietly, getting sad again.
"You don't understand the pack politics. I can't have a wolfless Luna. It's not safe for you. My life is already in danger. I can risk yours, too. Right now, no one cares about you because they think you're not a threat. That's why no one can know you're my mate. And they definitely can't know about your hocus pocus act earlier."
"I just want to go to bed. Can you please leave?" Elena asked him.
"Fine. Just remember what I said." Damien leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, knowing better than to push his luck. "Sleep well."
With those words, he was gone silently out her window. A window she hadn't even noticed was open. She walked over, closed, and latched the window. She could just barely make out his shape in the shadows. He was watching her from beneath the window. She couldn't tell how he really felt about her. Forget about the Mona situation.
She finished getting ready for bed and curled up with her favorite book. She read a few pages before she felt the desperate pull of sleep. She placed the book on her nightstand and turned out the light. And fell straight into a dream.
"Elena," called a voice across the meadow. Wait. Why was she in a meadow? Why was the sun shining? She looked around and saw she had been sleeping in the middle of a bed of white flowers. The most remarkable thing was happening. As she stood up, the flowers that had been crushed beneath her began reshaping themselves back into perfect condition.
"Whoa!" she whispered.
"Elena!" The voice was right behind her now, causing her to jump. She turned around and was shocked to see a young, vibrant version of her mother.
"Mom?!" She screamed. "Mom? What are you doing here?"
"This is the world in between the waking and the sleeping. That's why I'm able to speak to you, my darling child. So much has happened, and I am so sorry we're not there to help you."
"Mom, what's happening to me? Am I going crazy?" Elena sobbed.
"No, my child. This is all my fault. Your father and I wanted to protect you because of a prophecy." Her mother began to flicker in and out. "We must hurry. You're waking up. In my old chest, there's a false panel. Inside is a book. You must find it to learn all the answers. I love you, my child..."
With that, she faded away, and Elena awoke with a gasp.
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







