LOGINElena didn't sleep well that night. She tossed and turned, dreaming of vibrant, piercing blue eyes. She woke feeling exhausted. Lying in bed, she mused over the events of the previous night.
Silverpine wasn't all that big, and there was only one Alpha here. That meant the wolf she saw last night was an outsider. It wasn't entirely unheard of to have high-ranking visitors to their small town. The county seat was just a few hours' drive, or run, away.
Elena had been to the Alpha King's estate once before when she was around six. Her parents, as esteemed leaders of their own pack, were invited to a banquet celebrating the prince's birthday.
But that day quickly turned from one of merriment to anger and tragedy...
Elena and the Alpha Prince, Damien, were playing in the garden when suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air. The children dropped their toys and clung to one another in fear.
Suddenly, the estate was full of action, with the children all but forgotten. Damien, being the older child at eight, immediately took charge. He grabbed Elena by the hand and all but dragged her out of the garden and toward the trees.
"Come on," he whispered. "There's a safe place we can hide."
Trying to sniff back the tears that threatened to fall, Elena bravely nodded and followed Damien through the thick underbrush. After what felt like forever to her, they arrived at the most elaborate tree fort she had ever seen.
It was obviously carefully crafted with an intricate arched doorway. It even had real glass windows. Damien opened the door with the real handle and led Elena inside. The interior was too much for her terror to compete with—she was in awe. Damien had hundreds of toys and practice weapons all neatly lined up around the room. Everything had its place, but it was clear this was a well-loved space.
"We can wait here until our parents come," Damien said.
"Okay," Elena whispered with a sniffle.
Damien led her to his oversized armchair. The two climbed in and snuggled together for comfort. Eventually, they both fell asleep, only to be roughly woken by Damien's father and Elena's parents.
"Oh, thank the Moon Goddess!" All three parents exclaimed together.
"We thought something had happened to both of you," said Maria, Elena's mother. "We have to go home right away. Something has happened, and it's not safe."
"Where's mommy?" a perplexed Damien asked.
"Come on, Damien. We'll discuss it later. We have to get you to safety now!" Alpha King Roland shouted.
Everything else from that memory was a blur. It wasn't until she was almost 16 that she learned what had actually happened that day. Her parents were always super protective of her.
There had been a plot to overthrow the Alpha King. Not much was known about him for this very reason. He aimed to keep his family safe, but despite all his efforts, his wife was slaughtered in their room on the day of the prince's eighth birthday party. The assassin was making her way to the garden, searching for Damien, when she was apprehended by the Alpha King.
Later that night, Damien was sent away for his own safety, and the assassin was put to death at the King's hand. Elena never saw them again.
Surely, that wolf outside her door last night couldn't have been Damien after all these years? No. There's no way the Moon Goddess would bless her. Ever since her 16th birthday, her life has gone nowhere but downhill.
Between constant bullying in high school and being stuck in this dead-end town, her life is definitely not one that she imagined. She can't even go back to her pack because her wolf never showed up. James already made it clear she had no home there.
So much for being her father's right-hand man—she had entrusted him with her pack and believed he would do what was best for everyone involved. The second he found a way to cut her off, he did. And she couldn't help but wonder how honest he was in all his dealings with her father. After all, he was there for every one of their momentous occasions, from their wedding to Elena's birth to their funeral.
Well, she could continue to feel sorry for herself, or she could go to work and earn another dollar toward getting out of this dump. Every day, it got harder and harder to do the right thing. She took a quick shower, got dressed, and hopped in the car.
With the full moon over, she should have a much less eventful night after work, but the weather forecast was clear. That could only mean the locals would be out in force. Aunt Gail's restaurant was pretty much the only place to go most nights.
Elena always worked the night shift. She was never a morning person. Something about the night always called to her. She had hoped it meant she'd have the strongest wolf in her pack. Unfortunately, it seemed to symbolize the absence of one.
At the restaurant, Gail met her at the door. "Glad to see you."
"Ugh, that doesn't sound good," Elena replied.
"Chrissy's sick and Mark's late," Gail said with a roll of her eyes.
Well, at least the tips will be good, Elena thought as she tied her apron on. She made her way around the counter to start taking orders. The place was already buzzing.
Gail asked her to hit a large group. They were around Elena's age, but she'd never seen them before. The girls were dressed in designer clothes with expensive bags and heels to match. It was something Elena could only dream of wearing, something she hadn't seen in three years.
The table held four girls and two guys. Before she could even get to the table, the women had eyed her up and down, made snide comments to one another, and started laughing. One of the guys smirked in response, while the other stared at her with smoldering green eyes.
"Hi, I'm Elena. I'll be taking care of you tonight. Is there anything I can start you off with?"
"Wow, you reek of low-class disease. Don't you know how to address your betters? Have a little more respect!" One of the women snarled at her.
"W-what do you m-mean?" Elena stammered.
Everyone at the table broke out into laughter, except the man with green eyes.
"Come on, Mona, don't pick on the help. She's obviously too common to understand what you're saying. By the looks of her, she's just a lowly Omega who's not worth our time," said the other male.
"If you need more time, I can come back," Elena said and started to leave. The man with the green eyes reached out and snatched her wrist, stopping her. Immediately, she felt a violent spark of recognition.
MATE!
The word swirled through her mind. She looked at the man again, and his eyes flashed that penetrating blue for a brief second. She gasped and fell backward onto the floor, causing the entire room to laugh at her. Elena stood, mortified, and ran from the room in tears.
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







