LOGINThe room was quiet, but the silence didn't feel empty anymore.
Elara lay with her head on Riven’s bare chest, his arm wrapped tight around her waist. After several weeks of separation, the bond was finally complete. They didn't need to put thoughts into words or send specific messages through the link between them anymore. Every breath he took rippled into her, and every beat of her heart echoed in him. 'You’re so warm,' Elara’s mind drifted, a lazy, comfortable thThe air in Lucan's study smelled like so much burnt sage and insence, it was almost hard to breathe.Lucan paced the floor, staring down at the map on the table. The reports from the outer borders of their pack were getting worse every day."Two more patrols deserted before dawn," Lucan snapped, slamming his fist onto the wood. "If this keeps up, we won't even have enough wolves to guard the front gates."Morgana sat by the hearth, idly stirring a silver bowl of dark liquid. She didn't look up. "They didn't desert, Lucan. They doubted and then ran for their lives. There’s a difference.""Don't piss me off by reminding me, Morgana. The pack is already completely divided," Lucan said, his voice tight. "If you weren't using your magic to hold their minds together and force their loyalty to me, they would have turned on us weeks ago."Morgana finally looked up, her expression dry and thoroughly annoyed. "And it’s exhausting, Alpha... Do you think mind-controlling hundreds of rebelli
"How the fuck did they find out?"The whisper was low, but it held enough razor-sharp dominance to make the shadows along the stone floor warp and twist. Riven didn't move an inch, his posture terrifyingly rigid, but his silver eyes burned with a chaotic, lethal heat."The prison guards were careless," Dorian answered bluntly, keeping his voice down as he glanced back at the heavy bedroom door. "You completely vanished from the pack house and locked down this fortress. The guards on the dungeon rotation got careless and started idly gossiping outside the cells about why you were acting so crazy. Zara and her father overheard them."Riven’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked violently. "And the escape?""Her father still knew an old code from his time as Beta," Dorian muttered. "They used it during a shift change, took out three guards in the lower tunnels, and vanished before the alarms flagged the breach. They've already crossed into Lucan's territory."Riven closed his eyes,
When Elara blinked her eyes open, the spinning parlor was gone, replaced by the familiar dark wood ceiling of their bedroom at the mountain house.Sitting right at the edge of the mattress was Riven. He wasn't asleep. He was sitting completely rigid, his golden eyes staring down at her with an intensity so fierce it felt like a physical weight. He looked like he hadn't blinked in hours.The second she shifted, Elara braced her elbows against the sheets to sit up. "Riven...""Don't move," Riven ordered instantly, his hands immediately coming down on her shoulders to gently but firmly push her back into the pillows. "Lay back down, princess. Don't even think about standing up, tell me what you want and I'll get it for you"Elara rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh against the mattress. The borderline crazy, overprotective Alpha streak was clearly still in full swing. He was treating her like she was made of fucking glass, but given how she had literally passed out in his arms
The heavy oak door swung open, and Riven walked into the parlor, bringing the scent of cedar and dark shadows with him. Dorian was right behind him.The second the door cleared, Willow abandoned the table and practically threw herself into Dorian's arms. The stoic beta caught her effortlessly, burying his face in her hair with a rare smile.Riven, however, stopped dead in his tracks.His golden Alpha eyes narrowed the second he stepped into the room. His nostrils flared, taking a deep, deliberate breath of the air, and his entire posture went completely rigid.Elara’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to look casual, but Riven was already closing the distance between them in three long strides."Your scent is different," Riven said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration. He leaned down, his jaw tight as he stared at her. "I noticed it this morning before I left for the borders, but it keeps shifting."Elara kept her face blank, shooting a desperate, wide-eyed look ove
Elara woke up to a freezing, crisp breeze brushing directly against her cheek.Beside her, Riven was sound asleep, his heavy arm draped possessively over her waist. But when she opened her eyes, the wooden walls of their bedroom were completely gone, replaced by a thick, swirling silver mist. Hovering right at the foot of their bed was the moon itself, glowing with a blinding white light.She tried to sit up, but her body was locked completely in place.Then, as always, the voice from the moon vibrated straight inside her head, echoing with absolute power."Fireheart...You are marked, Luna of Bloodclaw. You have survived the dark, and your path has shifted. Step forward into the next turning of the tide...into the weight of your joy, the sharpening of your strength, and the trials that await your crown.""What do you mean?" Elara asked, scared and confused."The hardest part is yet to come, Fireheart...find strength within yourself and your family."The glowing light flared one l
From her vantage point by the ancient stone altar, Elara kept her eyes locked on the crowd. She had been tracking the familiar flash of her sister’s dark hair as Willow practically batted her way through the celebrating wolves. When Willow had suddenly stopped, her shoulders dropping in a moment of pure, visible heartbreak, Elara’s own breath had hitched.But then, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place.Elara watched as Dorian burst through the treeline, his rugged face etched with a desperation she had never seen on the stoic beta before. She saw the exact moment their eyes met, the way the air seemed to clear around them, and the uncharacteristic stumble in Dorian's stride as he launched himself forward to wrap Willow in his arms.A soft, breathless smile curved Elara’s lips. "It’s him..." she whispered into the cool night air, the bond hummed with her sister's sudden, overwhelming joy. "She was right. Willow is Dorian’s mate."She wa
Elara looked from above, on the throne, down to the bowing heads of the people and focused on looking around the large space, trying not to gape at how devastatingly beautiful the Blood court was. The second pack Alpha Riven ruled was beautiful!!! She had thought it was just a small community of o
The entrance to the Blood Court loomed ahead...a massive stone arch carved into the mountain itself, guarded by two armored wolves who stood straighter the moment they caught sight of Riven.They didn’t speak, but the deep bow that they gave was enough words for Elara.Then, they just stepped aside
Elara’s life had become a complete shitshow! And yet, he wasnt frightened... not of the madness that had become her life, or of the fact that she would be walking on her own two feet into a den of traitors and power-hungry liars. No, what unsettled her was something much worse.The role Riven had a
Elara stood at the large, open, door less balcony, wrapped in one of the thick, fur-lined shawls Riven had tossed towards her earlier. The mountain air was crisp with approaching dusk, and the sky above bled golden hues into navy blue. It had been hours since the messenger vanished, swallowed by th







