Se connecterELIANA'S POVI never imagined the ruins of my childhood territory could look… peaceful. But a few weeks after the war, as the final touches of the coronation platform went up, I found myself standing in the same clearing where my father once held full-moon gatherings. The trees were taller now. Wilder. A little like me.Kristen stood beside me, quiet for once, hands clasped behind his back. He’d given Blackclaw back to its rightful name without hesitation, and he’d done it with this steady calm I was starting to depend on more than I wanted to admit.“You ready?” he asked.Not really. But close enough.I inhaled, steadying myself. The ceremony wasn’t loud or extravagant. It didn’t need to be. My people were alive. My land was free. That was enough.When the elders placed the obsidian crown against my forehead, something inside my chest eased—like the last piece of a puzzle I’d been carrying since childhood finally locked in.“Eliana Stormwolf of Shadow Pack,” they said, voices rising
ELIANA'S POVMy power rose. Not in a wild, uncontrolled surge like before. It felt different. Steady. Purposeful. Like something inside me had stopped pretending to be small.I broke the binding circle with a sharp crack and rolled to my knees.The Priestess hurled a column of fire at me. I raised my hand without thinking. A shield snapped up—silver, shimmering, almost too bright to look at. The flames hit it and scattered like sparks on glass.Her eyes widened.“You don’t even understand what you are,” she snarled.“Maybe not,” I mumbled, “but apparently I’m enough.”I pushed forward. She countered. The cavern roared with light and heat. Stones cracked. The altar split. The flames she commanded twisted, then turned on themselves, swirling like a dying storm.She screamed something—maybe a spell, maybe a curse—but I didn’t stop. Not until the energy around her ruptured, collapsing inward like a star burning out.She fell with a final hiss.The flames sputtered and died.Silence rolled
ELIANA'S POVI woke up to voices. Sharp ones.The kind that scrape their way into your skull before your eyes even cooperate.For a second I didn’t know where I was. Everything smelled like damp stone and burnt herbs. My head felt… hollowed, like someone had scooped the inside out and left only the ringing. Then I heard my name. Not spoken. Hissed. Almost like a complaint.“…if you had waited, she wouldn’t be waking this fast.”That was the Flame Priestess. Her tone had that familiar chill that always made my skin stiffen.“And if you hadn’t disappeared for months, none of this would have taken so long.”Karen. Angry.And—not pregnant.My heart stuttered.I blinked until the room came into shape. A cavern lit with red flames. Carvings on the walls that looked like they were made by claws, not hands. And Karen—standing near a stone table—lean, exhausted, hollow-eyed, but definitely no longer carrying a child.Where was the baby?Something inside me shifted, almost like a remembered ins
KRISTEN'S POVArden sat shackled to the steel chair, head bowed like he’d rehearsed defeat before I even walked in.The interrogation room was small, stone-cold, one strip of light hanging low enough to cut his face in half. I stood on the other side of the table, arms crossed, Eliana’s scent still clinging to my clothes like a ghost.I didn’t sit. I couldn’t. My whole body was locked in a tight, burning coil.“Raise your head,” I said.He didn’t.So I slammed my hand down hard enough to rattle the table.“Arden. Look at me.”Slowly, painfully, he lifted his eyes. They weren’t defiant. They weren’t scared either. Just… hollow. Like something important had been carved out of him.“You’re going to tell me where my mate is,” I said quietly. “And you’re going to do it now.”A twitch cut across his jaw. “I already told the guards. Damon took her.”I blinked once. Twice.Damon?The hell was he talking about?“And you expect me to believe that?” My voice came out low, sharp. “She wasn’t even
KRISTEN'S POVI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped back into the hallway.It wasn’t the silence. Our pack house had quiet corners, especially after long meetings where everyone scattered to take up new orders. It wasn’t the dimmed sconces either. Those were always left low at night.No… it was the air.The terrible stillness in it.Like the whole building had taken a breath and forgotten to release it.I headed straight for our room, half-expecting to see her curled up on the bed, asleep, maybe with her hair spilling over her cheek in that soft way that made me want to touch it.The door was slightly open.A tiny thing. Unimportant to anyone else.But she always closed it.“Eliana?” I pushed inside.Empty.The blankets were untouched. A faint warmth lingered in the air, like she’d been here not long ago. Her shoes were still by the balcony door, coat missing from the hanger.A tightness wrapped around my chest, slow at first… then sharper.“Maybe she’s with the kitchen staf
ELIANA'S POVI should have felt safe when we got back to the pack house. Really, that’s what I kept telling myself on the drive home… like if I repeated it long enough my body would unclench. But the truth sat under my ribs, tight and persistent. Something had been wrong ever since Karen showed up at the resort with that smug little smile and her carefully placed hints about my past.I didn’t tell Kristen everything right away. I couldn’t. Not when his whole face went stiff the second he heard her name. He tried to hide it, but I caught the flicker in his eyes… the same way someone reacts when they realize the enemy has been two steps ahead.“How did she find us?” he muttered under his breath, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “No one knew we were there. Only my officials.”That word again. Officials. Trusted. Loyalty always sounds beautiful until it snaps like a cheap thread.I kept looking out the window so he wouldn’t see how much I agreed with him. My own thoughts spiraled







