LOGINThe 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
The Great Hall was packed to the brim by dawn, the atmosphere thick with the lingering stench of yesterday's animosity. Lucan stood at the head of the long court table, practically vibrating with pompous excitement. He didn't look like a man whose kingdom was fracturing; he looked like a king wh
The news of the phantom heir traveled fast, but not fast enough for Lucan. By the time the moon reached its peak, his pride had entirely eclipsed his common sense.Elara tracked him through the quietest corridors of the palace, keeping her footsteps perfectly silent. She knew exactly where he was
A few days later, the NightLight Pack was officially falling apart, and Elara had never been more pleased with herself.The divide among the Elders had only gotten worse after Sera's public whipping. Council meetings now regularly ended in shouting matches, patrol leaders openly disagreed on bord
The shouting from the courtyard finally died down around evening. Everyone slowly went back to their homes, leaving the palace with a heavy, suffocating tension. Looking for an escape from the mess, Lucan locked himself in his private chambers. Elara watched him from the window of her own room, a







