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 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







