(Sienna’s POV)Ronan lay limp in my arms, blood streaking from his nose, his chest jerking with every shallow breath.“Stay with me,” I whispered, brushing his hair back, fighting the panic clawing up my throat. “Don’t you dare leave us now.”He didn’t respond.Elara dropped beside me, fingers pressed to his pulse. Her brows furrowed.“He’s alive,” she said tightly, “but something’s wrong. It’s like his soul is stuck mid-bind. Mason didn’t just interrupt the ritual—he twisted it.”“Can you undo it?” I asked.Elara didn’t answer right away. That told me everything I needed to know.Behind us, Caleb stirred beneath my cloak.I turned just as his small body jolted upright, eyes wide and glowing—not brown.Silver.Power radiated off him like a wildfire.“Caleb,” I whispered.His lips moved, but the voice that came out wasn’t his.“She’s marked.”I froze.“Who?” Elara asked.“Me,” Caleb said—but it wasn’t him. “He left a trace. It lives in me now.”Ronan groaned behind me.I was barely hol
(Sienna’s POV )I could still feel it.That thread.That mark.That weight pressing on my shoulder like hands that didn’t belong.I wanted to scream.But I held Caleb tighter instead, as if I could squeeze the darkness out of him by sheer will alone.Ronan was pacing.Liam stood by the door, silent and grim.And Elara…Elara was pale. Pale in a way I’d never seen before.“We need to break the tether,” she said. “Now. Before Mason pushes deeper.”“How?” I whispered, rocking Caleb slowly.Elara hesitated.Then she looked at Ronan.“There’s only one way left. But it’s dangerous. And it’s forbidden.”Ronan’s growl rumbled deep in his chest. “Speak.”Elara closed the door, locked it, and stepped closer.“It’s called a Bloodbind Ritual,” she said. “It’s ancient. Banned by the High Council centuries ago.”“Why?” I asked.“Because it binds a soul to another,” she said. “Not just a body. Not just a bond. A soul.”My breath caught.She continued, voice low and fast. “If two people willingly per
(Ronan’s POV )My claws were out before I even stood.The boy didn’t flinch.Red eyes. Smiling mouth. And an aura that didn’t belong in this world. It crawled over my skin like rot.Sienna stirred beside me, still half asleep.“Don’t move,” I said low.She sat up anyway. And when her gaze locked on the figure at the foot of the bed, she gasped.“Caleb—?”“No,” I growled. “That’s not him.”The boy cocked his head.“You always were a fast learner,” he purred, voice too old for his body. “But not fast enough.”In one breath, I was across the room.Fangs bared. Wolf in full control.I slammed him into the wall, claws digging into flesh—Only to feel nothing.No muscle. No resistance.Just… smoke.He vanished through my hands, dissolving into mist.The windows burst open with a gust of wind so cold it cracked the glass.Sienna shielded Caleb, who had woken up screaming.“Mama! The river! He’s in the water!”I ran.Down the stairs. Through the west corridor.By the time I reached the forest
(Ronan’s POV )Smoke curled like a devil’s finger in the sky.The sigil burned bright, branded into the guard tower wall — three jagged lines with a sharp curve through the center.Mason’s mark.I stood in front of it, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the way the flames refused to die down despite the rain soaking everything around us.“What the hell does it mean?” Liam asked, stepping beside me.“It means he’s not hiding anymore,” I growled. “He wants us to know he’s close.”Elara approached, cloak trailing through ash. She looked up at the mark and her lips thinned.“That’s not just a threat,” she said. “It’s a challenge.”I turned and marched through the smoke, past guards who fell silent as I passed. I headed straight for the war room. Liam followed without a word.By the time I reached the table, I was already giving orders.“Double patrols on the south and west walls. Rotate the wolves every four hours. No weak links, no excuses.”Liam nodded. “What about the women and pups?”I paused.
(Sienna’s POV )I’ve seen my son cry.I’ve seen him laugh, sleep, scream, and ask me why the stars blink.But I had never seen him like this.Not until now.Eyes black as an eclipse.Voice that wasn’t his.Body still… too still.And when he finally spoke—“Hello, Mother.”The words didn’t belong in his mouth.Ronan lunged before I could blink.“Get the fuck out of him!”But Caleb—no, the thing in Caleb—just blinked.“Too late, Alpha.”I grabbed Ronan’s arm, yanked him back before his anger made him reckless.“No,” I hissed. “Not like this. He’s still in there.”Caleb tilted his head. “You think the boy can hear you?”“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth. “And he knows I won’t let anything happen to him.”A flicker. A twitch in Caleb’s fingers.It was slight—but I saw it.He’s fighting.Ronan crouched low, voice dark, dangerous.“What do you want from him?”The thing smiled through Caleb’s mouth.“He gave permission.”“For what?” I snapped.“For safety. For protection. For love.”My thr
(Ronan’s POV )“Caleb,” I growled, voice like gravel, “who touched you?”He didn’t answer.Just stood there — blood smeared across his palms, his tiny chest rising and falling in shaky gasps. His lips trembled. His eyes flicked from me… to the empty corner where the silver figure had vanished.Sienna dropped to her knees beside him, cupping his face.“Baby, are you hurt?” Her voice was shaking. “Caleb, please—”“It’s not mine,” he whispered. “The blood.”I crouched beside them. “Then whose is it?”He looked up at me. “She said it belonged to the promise.”We searched the entire room.No body. No wound.No logical explanation.But the scent of blood was real. Thick. Sharp. Old.Liam entered moments later, Alexandra close behind.“She’s gone?” Alex asked, scanning the air like she could spot spirits with her eyes alone.“She was never really here,” I muttered. “Not fully.”“Caleb,” Liam said gently, “did she hurt you?”He shook his head.“She whispered.”“What did she say?”Caleb’s lips