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.
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 chamber remained sealed long after Ryan disappeared. No one rushed to open the door. No one spoke above a whisper. The air still carried the lingering pressure of corruption, faint but unmistakable, like smoke trapped in old stone.Elena sat on the edge of one of the lower steps while Gail inspected the ward anchors for stress fractures. Damien refused to move farther than arm’s reach from her, though he tried not to make it obvious.Roland stood near the center of the chamber with his arms crossed, silent and deeply focused. Elena had noticed that about him over the past few weeks. He became quieter the more dangerous things became. Finally, Gail exhaled slowly and stepped back from the final ward point.“They held,” she said.“Barely?” Damien guessed.Gail gave him a tired look. “You’re getting better at reading magical disasters.”“That doesn’t sound reassuring either.”“It shouldn’t.”Elena rubbed her hands together slowly, trying to shake the lingering feeling from her skin.
The lower boundary chamber had never been meant for comfort. It had been carved into the oldest part of the manor, deep enough that the air carried the damp chill of stone untouched by sunlight. The room was circular, like most of the ancient spaces beneath Eldermoon, but there was nothing ceremonial about this one. It felt practical. Purposeful. Built for moments no one wanted to face, but someone had been wise enough to prepare for.Elena stood just inside the doorway, watching as Gail moved between ward points with focused precision. Several guards carried in iron posts etched with old runes and secured them around the inner ring. Others dragged heavy chains from storage, not because anyone believed chains would hold Ryan Mercer if the wards failed, but because every layer mattered now.No one said that aloud. They didn’t need to.Roland stood near the center of the chamber, speaking quietly with Micah. His voice was low, but every order landed with exact force. Guard placements. E
No one moved for several seconds after Ryan disappeared beyond the tree line. The garden looked exactly as it had moments before. The wards had settled back into their steady rhythm, and the sunlight still filtered through the leaves as if nothing had happened. To anyone who hadn’t felt it, the space would have appeared untouched. But Elena could still sense the disruption lingering beneath the surface, like a memory the land hadn’t quite released.“Elena,” Roland said, his voice calm but firm. “Inside. Now.”She didn’t argue. There was nothing to argue about. Damien stayed close as they made their way back to the manor. He didn’t touch her this time, but his presence was unmistakable, his attention fixed on her in a way that made it clear he was still processing what he had seen. Elena didn’t try to explain anything yet. She wasn’t entirely sure she could.Roland didn’t take them to the council room. Instead, he led them down into the reinforced chamber beneath the manor. The wards we
No one moved at first. The wards along the perimeter hummed low and steady, their light barely visible in the daylight. Whatever stood beyond them didn’t rush forward or retreat. It simply remained there—just out of reach, just out of sight, waiting.Roland stepped forward, his presence shifting the space immediately. “Lock down the perimeter,” he said, voice carrying without rising. “No one engages without my order.”Guards moved without hesitation, forming a controlled line along the inner edge of the garden. Elena didn’t step back. She couldn’t. The feeling hadn’t faded. If anything, it had sharpened. The thing beyond the wards wasn’t like the fragments. It wasn’t searching or forming. It was already whole.Damien’s hand hovered at her back, not touching her, but close enough that she felt the tension in him. His wolf was near the surface now, restless and ready. “Elena,” he said quietly, “stay behind the line.”She didn’t answer because something moved. A shape broke from the tree
The next morning, Elena sought a bit of normalcy in her routine. She had longed to spend more time in the gardens before everything had changed so quickly. Since there had been no more activity outside the manor walls, she decided to take a walk through the grounds to try to ease her tension.As she walked down the path, the sun warmed her shoulders, soothing her tension. She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to relax. The feeling still eluded her that morning, but it was the closest she had come in a long time.Elena walked slowly, waiting for Damien to catch up to her. He rarely let her out of his sight for more than a few minutes. Everyone was on edge, and it only made her cranky. She almost wished for those dull nights at the restaurant. Sure, the tips were trash, but at least people weren't actively trying to kill her every other day.Damien's footsteps grew louder as he finally stepped up next to her. He slipped an arm around her waist. She couldn't tell anymore
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
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
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.Ele
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 da







