MasukAsherFor a moment, I heard nothing beyond the blood rushing in my ears.Little Luna.The words replayed in Savannah's voice, but they belonged to him.This stranger from her vision. The thing that had somehow reacher her through my mother's pendant. "But how? How did it reach her?" I thought to myself. A growl rolled through my chest. Low. Uncontrolled.Nero pressed hard against my skull, furious enough that my fingers curled against my sides."He KNOWS her...""I know.""He called her Luna... before we did...""Nero... I know.""He doesn't get to call her that. He will die.""Working on that..."Savannah patted my hands as I stood, removing them from her face. As I looked away from her and back to Rowan, I noticed his face had gone still.Not confused, but recogition. Which was way worse."Rowan?"His eyes met mine."The thing you are describing, Savannah. Sounds like the man I fought outside. He said his name was Valtheris. But first how did she know that if she was inside?""I
SavannahThe growl shook the room. Not metaphorically.It literally shook the room. The fire bent low in the hearth. The windows rattled. The golden light spilling from the cedar box flickered like it had been struck by a sudden wind.I flinched.Asher's hand tightened around my arms. It wasn't enough to hurt, but enough to remind me that he was holding himself together with claws dug into the very edges of his control.Gold burned through his eyes."Asher." I whispered.His gaze snapped to mine.For one terrifying heartbeat, I saw the wolf there.Searching, hunting. Trying to find whatever had touched me through the pendant so he could rip it clean from this world. Mabel stepped fully into the study."Alpha."The word cracked through the air like a whip.Asher's jaw flexed.His growled faded, but didn't disappear. It stayed low in his chest, a warning rumble that made the pendant warm against my palm."I'm okay." I said quickly."No." He said "You're not." I opened my mouth to argue
SavannahThe study was dark except for the fire. And the box?It sat on Asher's desk exactly where I remembered it, small and carved and ordinary enough that it should not have been able to make the entire house tremble.But it wasn't ordinary now.Golden light seeped through the seems in the wood. The lid had just barely cracked open. A thin line of warmth spilled out across the desk, catching on papers, the ink bottle, the edge of Asher's abandoned coat.Cedar hit my nose next, followed by smoke and something soft beneath it. Lavender maybe. Asher went very still beside me. Mabel stopped at the doorway and did not come farther in.I glanced back."You're not coming?""No, hun.""Why?""Because that," she said, nodding toward the desk, "is not calling me."The warmth in my chest pulled again.My feet moved before I gave them permission to move.Asher stayed beside me, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. I could feel the restraint in him. Every instinct wanted me to allow
SavannahFor one singular moment, I forgot how to be afraid.Asher's forehead rested against mine, his hands still framing my face, his thumbs warm against my cheeks where he brushed away my tears. The house hummed around us, low and deep, like something ancient had opened one eye and fouind me standing there.Me. Savannah Whitlock.Human Disaster.And now possible Luna.Apparently loved by one terrifying Alpha, tolerated by one terrifying healer, possibly loved by another terrifying Beta, and now chosen by one very dramatic magical box made out of grief and his mothers ashes. "My life has gotten weird...Fast..." I thought to myself. Asher's breath trembled against my lips as he kissed me, and that shook me more than the house did. H elooked overwhelmed in a way I had never seen before. He was just... Asher. The man beneath the command."My Luna..." he whispered, so quietly I almost thought I had imagined it. My heart squeezed hard enough to hurt.The house rumbled again. The meta
AsherThe house trembled. Not violently like we were under attack. This was different.Older.Deeper.The kind of tremor that moved through the stone because something beneath it finally remember how to breathe.The box. My mother's box.The thing that had laid silent on my desk for years like a paperweight carved with grief. A relic. A warning. A memory made solid from cedar shavings, resin, and ash.Her ash. And not it was awake.Excitement tore throughme so fast my breath was stolen. For a moment, I wasn't an Alpha. Not the man with enemies pressing in on all sides or a Bloodborn bleeding somewhere beyond the trees.I was a son. A son hearing his mother's voice in the only way she had left. She approved. Of Savannah.Of my choice.Of the human woman standing in Mabel's medical wing with one hand pressed to her chest lieks he could hold the glow inside herself by force. Dread soon followed though.Because approval wasn't protection.If the box truly had awakened for Savannah, th
SavannahThe ward line pulsed once.Long.Deep.The sound wasn't really sound, I more felt it through the floor, through the metal legs of the medical bed, through the bones in my ankles.It rolled through the house like a giant exhale.Then everything went still.Not calm.Just... still. Like the house had stopped breathing to listen.Asher's head snapped toward the door.Mable froze with one hand resting on the edge of the counter, her fingers curled against the wood. For once, she didn't bark an order or insult someone's intelligence. She just stared toward the hall, eyes narrowing, face drawn tight. Asher turned and looked at her. And she back at him. Then shrugged.A tiny, useless little shrug that made me want to throw something. I stared between them."Soooooo.... what was that?"Asher didn't answer right away.Which, by this point, I had learned usually meant that the answer was either bad, complicated, or something he thought I couldn't handle. My patience was starting to







