LOGINKaelDax navigated his way through the rushing catering staff and stopped right near my shoulder. He watched Selene's friends fuss over her dress."Look at them," Dax transmitted through mind-link. "They are acting like her personal servants.""They are her friends," I sent back. "They are providing the image she needs for the press.""They are sycophants," Dax countered. "It is embarrassing to watch." He casually dissected the performance while keeping a blank face for the cameras. "Women who rely on orbiting sycophants instead of genuine allies are actively overcompensating for their own social fragility. They have no real power of their own.""She will be Luna," I reminded him. "That is real power.""It is borrowed power," Dax pushed back. "She only holds it because she is standing next to you."I physically tightened my grip on Selene's hand. "Drop the critique instantly," I ordered him telepathically.Dax merely tilted his head. "My observation is a tactical fact," he said. "You
KaelThe subterranean combat arena smelled heavily of industrial cleaner and sharp copper.I stood near the edge of the mat and unbuttoned my jacket. The pack had modernized this room over the last decade. They had reinforced the concrete walls and lined the perimeter with high-end medical equipment. Digital biometric scanners hummed quietly near the entrance.I handed my jacket to a hovering handler. The man took it with trembling hands."Are you prepared, Kael?" Elder Thorne asked. He stood at the center of the mat holding a polished wooden box.My father stood near the edge of the mat, his arms crossed over his chest. "Show them why you are the heir, Kael," my father said. "Do not drag this out. Make it definitive.""It will not take long," I replied."Good," my father said. "The district needs to see absolute control today. No mistakes.""I do not make mistakes," I reminded him."Alpha Dorian is waiting for the genetic log," Thorne said. "Step forward and log your claim."I walked
I woke at four in the morning to a packhouse that was already vibrating with nervous, pre-dawn energy. I moved straight to the industrial kitchen, welcoming the harsh fluorescent lights and the freezing bite of the stainless steel counters. I started the commercial coffee machines, the loud, grinding roar of the beans providing the perfect acoustic cover, and began prepping the massive catering trays before the main staff even arrived.While the ice makers rattled and the ovens hummed, I slipped back up the service stairs, grabbed my travel case from beneath my bed, and carried it down. I moved like a ghost through the corridors. I found the ground-floor supply closet located directly beside the rear loading dock, shifted a heavy wall of bulk cleaning supplies, and slid my bag into the dark cavity behind them.« The security rotation just shifted, » Nyra murmured in my mind. « The outer gates are already locked open. I can hear the tires of the media vans and district VIP SUVs rolling
The heat of the afternoon beat down on the pack’s outer training yard, heavy and unforgiving. Sweat slicked the back of my neck beneath my collar as I carried a towering stack of fresh towels. Maris had sent me on this errand under the guise of being "useful" to the visiting heirs, but I knew the moment I stepped through the heavy wooden gates that my presence would be weaponized.Kael was here.The young wolves were cooling down from their brutal drills, leaning against the wooden fences, chests heaving. Kael stood among them, looking as immaculate and untouched by exhaustion as ever. He spotted me immediately.With the casual, effortless arrogance of a boy who had never once been denied in his entire life, he simply raised a hand and lazily waved me over.Every eye in the yard turned toward me.I kept my face perfectly blank, locking my burning humiliation behind a wall of practiced ice, and walked toward him."You look tired, Lyra," Kael murmured when I finally reached him. He held
I swung the wooden practice blade down hard. The wood cracked against my opponent's guard and he stumbled back. I followed his retreat, stepped inside his reach, and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the dirt with a heavy thud, the breath rushing out of his lungs."Get up," I told the boy in the dirt.He stayed down, clutching his side. "I yield.""I did not ask if you yield. I told you to get up."I stood over him and waited for him to catch his breath. The training grounds were hot today, the air thick with dust and the smell of sweat. I moved through the ritual combat drills with brutal, unyielding precision. My father, Alpha Dorian, stood near the edge of the ring watching my every move. He observed from the periphery, measuring my readiness for the upcoming ritual with a cold eye."Too much force on the finish," my father said. He crossed his arms over his chest. "You waste energy trying to break them when a simple disarm is enough.""A broken opponent does not try to sta
The midday sun beats down on the outer training yard. I carry a heavy crate of water bottles for the sparring fighters. Sweat drips down the back of my neck, but I keep my head lowered. Selene and a cluster of her polished friends lounge on the shaded benches. They sit in the cool shadows, observing Kael drive his opponents into the dirt with ruthless precision.Every time a fighter hits the ground, the girls giggle and point. I focus on the weight of the plastic handles digging into my palms. I just need to deliver the water and get done. As I pass the benches, one of Selene’s friends deliberately thrusts a foot out. Her polished shoe catches the plastic edge. She kicks the crate and sends the water bottles scattering across the dusty ground.The plastic hits the dirt with a loud series of thuds. The girls erupt into high, cruel laughter."Watch where you are walking, you clumsy idiot," the girl says."She can not help it," another girl adds loudly. "She does not have any wolf streng
The mud-slicked route through the district mercantile square sucked at the soles of my boots. The pale afternoon sky offered no real warmth, and the three heavy, awkwardly shaped parcels in my arms were already making my shoulders ache. Maris always made sure I ran these errands during the busiest







