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TIM HOUSTONThe throne room of Oakwood had never felt like mine.Not truly.Even while sitting on the throne carved for generations of kings before me, I still felt it.The invisible chains.The watchful eyes.The control.The kingdom bowed when I entered. Warriors lowered their heads. Servants moved out of my path. Elders called me Alpha King.Yet none of it mattered.Because the one thing every ruler needed most was the one thing I did not possess.Power over my own kingdom.I sat back heavily against the throne, jaw clenched while elders continued speaking about trade disputes near the southern borders. Their voices echoed endlessly through the large stone hall, but I barely listened.My mind wasn’t here.It hadn’t truly been here for weeks.Not since the rumors started.Not since whispers spread across the realm that Leah Decker might still be alive.At first, I dismissed it as nonsense.Impossible.I watched her get dragged away.Watched her banishment.Watched her disappear into
LEAH DECKERThe knock came softly.Too softly for a man like Marten.I opened my eyes slowly, my chest still rising heavily from the dream that had ripped through my sleep. My body felt damp with sweat beneath the blankets. My fingers trembled against the sheets while the witch’s words echoed endlessly inside my head.The child of two curses.The phrase wouldn’t leave me alone.Another knock followed.“Leah.”His voice.Deep. Controlled. Familiar.I swallowed hard and pushed myself upright on the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the orange glow of dying candles. For a moment, I just sat there trying to separate the dream from reality.But my pulse still raced.The witch’s face still haunted me.The blood.The ruins.The silver eyes.“Leah,” Marten called again, gentler this time.“I’m awake,” I answered quickly.Silence followed before the heavy door slowly creaked open.Marten stepped inside.The moment my eyes landed on him, something inside me eased against my will.He had changed
LEAH DECKERThat night, sleep felt cursed.Not peaceful.Not soft.Not even natural.It felt like something waiting beneath my skin, watching me from the moment I closed my eyes.The truths Elder Kael revealed earlier still sat heavily inside my chest. Every word he spoke had changed something in me. Oakwood had known about my powers long before I became Tim’s Luna. My exile had been planned. My parents had not died by chance.And somewhere inside Oakwood, someone still lived knowing exactly what I was. What bothered me most was that my parents knew about it and they claimed to protect me, but still left me in the hands of the very people that wanted me dead. The thought of it pained me so badly.I stood near the balcony of my chambers, staring into the dark mountains surrounding Tombstone. The wind tonight was colder than usual. It slipped through my loose hair and touched my skin like warning fingers.Below, warriors patrolled the grounds with torches and blades.Tombstone never tru
LEAH DECKERThe rain had not stopped since dawn.It crawled down the stone windows of Tombstone like mourning hands, slow and cold, while thunder rolled across the mountains above us. The entire pack felt restless. Warriors moved faster through the halls. Guards doubled near the gates. Even the wolves hidden beneath human skin seemed uneasy.And somehow, so was I.I stood in Elder Kael’s chamber with my arms folded tightly across my chest while the old man searched through piles of ancient scrolls and books stacked almost to the ceiling. Dust floated through the dim candlelight. The smell of old parchment and herbs filled the room heavily.“You said you found something,” I muttered impatiently.Kael did not answer immediately. His aged fingers moved carefully over a leather-bound book darker than the others.Marten stood beside the stone archway behind me, silent and watchful. His presence had become impossible to ignore lately. Just like yesterday even when he said nothing, I felt him
LEAH DECKERBlood dripped from my body down my legs, I was frighted and scared. It dripped connecting like wires through a current to a craved image carved of stone. It’s eyes like silver pointing like lasers scattered around the void. Elder Kael called it a blood ritual. I scanned my body of any bruises, sores or wounds, but couldn’t find anything. It was mysterious. I began panicking and panting. My breath doubled.“Oh no, I don’t want this…Marten take me out of here.” I shouted.He looked keen to save me, sweat pores building in his face. “Elder! Remove her from your spell. She doesn’t need to go through all this suffering. She wasn’t too well before she came out.” He pleaded, the eager yearn to save my life written in his star gleaming eyes. He ceanched his fists. His wolf had stirred in him. Marten lacked patience to subdue himself when he wanted something, but this was Elder Kael and he respected his spiritual hierarchy.“Relax, it is only but a ritual to fortify her. The gods h
MARTEN HOLLANDThe entire pack had not recovered from what happened at the training grounds.Neither had I.Even now, hours later, the image of Leah collapsing while silver light burned through her eyes remained trapped inside my head like a curse of its own.No wolf spoke normally anymore.Not around her.Not around me.Fear had changed the air inside Tombstone.I stood outside Leah’s chambers in silence while two guards remained stationed nearby. Neither dared look directly at me. Good. I was in no mood for trembling warriors and whispered questions.I could still hear Aria’s voice.“She needs to wake.”The words unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.Because deep down, I believed her.Leah was becoming something beyond wolf.And whatever that thing was…It was changing me too.The chamber doors opened quietly.Maria stepped out first, lowering her head immediately.“My Alpha.”“How is she?”“She woke briefly, but she is weak.”Weak.The word irritated me instantly.Leah was many







