MasukRoland’s words settled over the room like a weight no one knew how to lift.He knows Marcus cannot defend himself.Elena lowered her eyes to the table. The anger she’d expected never came. Instead, all she felt was sadness. James hadn’t challenged her strength. He hadn’t questioned her power. He had gone after the one person who could never stand before the pack and answer him.She remembered sitting on her father’s shoulders during the summer festivals while he pointed out constellations she was too young to understand. She remembered falling asleep against his chest after long pack meetings because she’d insisted on staying awake until he came home. Marcus had always smelled like pine and cedar after patrols, and no matter how tired he was, he always made time to tuck her into bed.James remembered those moments, too. He had been there. That realization hurt almost as much as the speech itself.“I don’t understand,” Elena admitted quietly. “If James hated my father this much, why di
The manor slowly returned to its usual rhythm after the last family departed that afternoon, but Elena couldn’t shake the heaviness that had settled over her heart. She found herself replaying every conversation she’d had that day, especially the look on Rebecca’s face when she unfolded Ethan’s missing-person flyer. There had been hope in her eyes, but there had also been years of grief that no parent should ever have to carry.Elena wandered into the library hoping a familiar book might distract her, but she never made it farther than the large windows overlooking the gardens. The flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and for a brief moment, the estate almost looked like it had before the prophecy, before Peter, and before corruption had consumed so many lives. She knew that version of the manor had never truly existed, but she missed it anyway. She heard footsteps behind her and smiled before she even turned around.“I wondered where you disappeared to,” Damien said as he joined her
Elena hardly slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the line of cars stretching down the manor’s driveway. She pictured the little girl leaning against her mother’s SUV, the elderly couple sitting quietly beneath the shade of a tree, and the worried expressions on faces that had clearly carried the same grief for years.By the time dawn broke, she gave up on sleep altogether. She pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Damien’s hoodies that had somehow found its way into her room and slipped barefoot over to the bedroom window.The line had grown. More vehicles had arrived overnight. Pickup trucks, family SUVs, compact cars with children’s toys still visible in the back seats, even an old station wagon that looked like it had traveled hundreds of miles to get there. Some people had climbed out to stretch their legs while others remained inside, trying to catch a little more sleep before the day truly began.No one argued with the guards. No one tried to force their way through th
The council chamber was unusually quiet by the time Elena arrived. Roland stood at the head of the long table with several opened letters spread neatly in front of him. Damien had already taken his place beside his father, while Gail and Esther sat together reviewing a map that covered nearly half the table. Ryan lingered near one of the windows, arms folded across his chest, his attention fixed on the courtyard below.No one looked particularly surprised to see Elena enter. They simply looked tired. Roland motioned for her to join them. “I’m glad you’re here. We were waiting for you.”Elena took the empty chair beside Damien and glanced at the collection of letters. Every one of them carried a different crest. “Are those all from the other packs?” she asked.Roland nodded. “They arrived within the last two hours.”She frowned. “That’s…fast.”“It is,” Damien agreed. “Word is spreading much faster than we anticipated.”Elena picked up the nearest letter and carefully unfolded it. It wa
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of hurried conversations and quiet planning. Messages were already being prepared for the neighboring packs while Roland met privately with several of his senior guards. The manor had settled into an uneasy rhythm over the past few weeks. Everyone carried on with their duties, but there was a noticeable difference in the way people moved through the halls.Conversations became quieter whenever Elena entered a room, and more than once she caught wolves studying her with expressions she couldn’t quite decipher. She wasn’t sure which bothered her more. The ones who looked afraid, or the ones who looked hopeful.Elena eventually slipped away from the meeting room, needing a few minutes to clear her head. The gardens had always been her favorite place on the estate. Before everything had changed, she had imagined spending afternoons wandering the winding paths with nothing more important to worry about than whether Damien would eventually convince
For several long moments after Peter’s projection disappeared, no one in the room spoke. The candles burned steadily again, chasing away the unnatural darkness that had settled over the chamber only moments before. Even so, Elena couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been left behind. Peter was gone, but his presence still lingered in her mind like a stain she couldn’t wash away.She wrapped her arms around herself and slowly let out a breath. The room suddenly felt much larger than it had a few minutes earlier, though she wasn’t sure whether that was because Peter had left or because everyone was trying to make sense of what had just happened.Roland was the first to move. He walked slowly around the room, examining each ward Gail had placed while Peter’s image had occupied the center of the chamber. His fingers brushed lightly over several of the glowing symbols carved into the stone before he finally nodded.“The wards remain intact,” he said. “Whatever Peter used to reach
When Elena stepped outside, she found the terrace pleasantly warm from the afternoon sun. She hadn't realized how tense she was until Damien's calming presence wrapped around her. His smile instantly softened the worry that had been building in her chest since earlier that morning.Roland stood nea
"Maybe training will help you feel better, dear," Gail suggested. "It might help you focus your energy in ways you hadn't thought of yet. I'll work on some magical training lessons for you while you're out.""That would be great," Elena half-smiled in response. She gently closed the Book of Shadow
Ryan sagged against the cave wall, breathing hard. The air around him was suddenly freezing, and each ragged breath released a small cloud of fog that rose in front of him. All around him, the walls were closing in as the whisper coiled through his skull like wisps of smoke. "Choose your side..."R
Once they had Elena back behind the walls of the manor, Gail and Damien wrapped her in blankets and secured her in his rooms. They all sat in the sitting room in tense silence. Lucien continued to pace beneath Damien's skin, agitated and angry. He wanted retribution for what happened to his mate.E







