LOGINAshton’s POVThe mountain wind didn't just blow through the pass, it bit through leather and wool, turning every breath into a thin, white plume of fog.Behind us, the distant, muffled echoes of Alaric’s ward shattering were still ringing in my ears.Xander moved half a pace ahead of me, his shoulders hunched forward to shield Akim. He held our youngest son pinned flat against his broad chest, his thick arms locked around the blanket so securely that hardly an inch of the baby was exposed to the freezing air. Beside him, Zeth had Noah hooked under one arm against his hip, his other hand white-knuckled on the grip of his bare hunting blade as his eyes swept every shadow along the trail.We dragged ourselves through the narrow iron grate at the mouth of the service passage, plunging out onto the slick, jagged rocks of the upper northern ridge."We can't hit the main road," Zeth gritted out, his voice a low, rough rasp that barely carried over the gale. "Sisil has guards posted at every
Xanders pov“Brenda…”The name barely made it past my lips. It came out thin and broken, as if some part of me still refused to believe what my eyes were seeing. I stood frozen, staring past the blood-stained altar steps at the woman waiting at the edge of the shattered double doors.“You’re alive.”Brenda didn't flinch. She didn't offer a theatrical smirk or a grand gesture. She just tilted her head slightly, her pale eyes raking over Ashton with a slow, heavy disgust."And breathing, you low-life omega," she said. Her voice wasn't a roar. It was quiet, flat, and soaked in a casual cruelty that made my skin crawl.Before Ashton could even draw another breath, before the shock could settle into his bones, my body moved. I didn't yell. I didn't let the wolf behind my ribs take the wheel. I stepped straight in front of him, planting my boots firmly into the stone, and hauled him back against my side with one arm wrapped tight around his waist. My other hand kept a death-grip on the hil
Zeth’s POVThe taste of sulfur and wet rain still coated my tongue like sour copper. I pushed through the oak doors of the sanctuary, my boots dragging slightly on the cold flagstones as I rolled my neck, feeling the dull ache where the shadow-tendrils had bitten into my throat down in Sector Four.The room was locked in a dead, suffocating quiet.Xander stood near the altar, his broad frame completely rigid, his hand clamped onto a piece of crushed parchment with enough force to turn his knuckles white. Ashton was pressed against his side, pale as bone, his blue mark faint and flickering like a candle in a draft. In the corner, High Priest Alaric was on his knees before a pile of grey ash, his fingers trembling as if he had just touched a corpse. Even the guards standing along the pillars looked like they had forgotten how to draw breath."Alright, what the hell is going on?" I asked, pulling my hood back, letting a dry, careless rasp carry across the quiet room. "I step out to chec
Xander’s POVMy broadsword cleared the scabbard with a sharp, screaming hiss of steel against oiled leather. The blade caught the dim amber glow of a single remaining altar candle, throwing a jagged silver arc through the freezing air. I didn't hesitate. I didn't shout. I drove my full weight forward, putting every ounce of my Moon Alpha authority into a downward cleave aimed straight at the thing’s thick, root-knotted neck.The blow landed with a deadening thud that vibrated up through my forearms, numbing my palms to the hilt.The bark creature didn't bleed. It didn't flinch. My steel bit half an inch into its wooden shoulder before stopping cold, trapped in dense, petrified oak that felt older than the mountains.Its faceless wooden head turned a slow, hundred and eighty degrees, locking its invisible gaze directly onto me. A thick wave of ancient dust rolled off its hide, tasting of deep earth and forgotten crypts."Xander, wait!" Ashton’s voice cut through the freezing air like
Ashton’s POVMy muscles ached with the lingering cost of pulling my wolf out of its cage and forcing it to stand against the dark. Even after a few hours of rest, I could still feel the power moving beneath my skin, restless and unfamiliar. The attack had awakened something inside me, and Alaric seemed determined to discover exactly what it could do before it decided to reveal itself on its own.By mid-morning, the inner sanctuary was quiet, save for the rhythmic, crackling hum of High Priest Alaric’s mana candles.I stood in the center of the ritual circle, my boots planted firmly on the cold flagstones. Alaric stood a few paces away, his old hands hovering over a small ceramic bowl filled with a dark liquid—a synthesized sample of the corrupted residue we had scraped off the courtyard stones after the shadow-wolves vanished."Again, Consort," Alaric instructed, his voice low and cautious. "Do not force the shape. Just draw the mark."I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. I focused
Ashton’s POVThe nightmare wouldn’t stop repeating. Zeth’s roars filled my head, the balcony shattered beneath the beast’s weight, and the floor trembled as though the entire palace were about to collapse. Then I saw Alaric carrying my boys to safety after the creature bowed to Akim and vanished into the night. I kept seeing their frightened faces, and every time I tried to reach them, the dream dragged me back to the beginning.I reached out in the dark, my arms flailing across the cold sheets to pull Akim and Noah closer to my chest…A violent jerk snapped my eyes open.A freezing, ice-cold pressure wrapped around my left ankle like a coil of iron, yanked me straight toward the foot of the bed with a brutal force."Xander!" I choked out, my fingers clawing at the mattress as the sheets tore beneath my weight.I whipped my head around. The balcony doors had been thrown wide open, a dry gust howling through the silk curtains, unnatural and scorching against the night air of Aurion. S







