LOGINIt was the scent of rain, wild lilies, and the stubborn, fierce spirit that had been haunting my every thought.
I caught her by the scruff of her neck to steady her, my heart hammering against my ribs in a way that had nothing to do with the shift. She was smaller than I last saw her, her fur ruffled and her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desperation.
“Amani! What are you doing here?!” I roared, the words half-human, half-growl as I shifted back fully. “Shift!”
At my order, she scrambled back, her paws sliding on the moss as she returned to her human form, breathless and wild-eyed. She looked like a ghost in the night, her skin pale in the moonlight, but her gaze was a furnace.
“I was following her,” she gasped, clutching a robe to her chest that she must have stashed nearby. “She left the house, Menelik. She’s meeting someone. I had to know.”
I grabbed her by the shoulders, my grip probably too tight, but I couldn't help it.
The sheer recklessness of her being out here, drained and weak, was enough to make me want to lock her in my hut and burn the key.
“You’re tracking a rogue Alpha’s primary assassin while you can barely hold your wolf together?” I hissed, leaning down until our foreheads almost touched. “Do you have a death wish, or did the Goddess forget to give you a lick of common sense?”
“I have a pack to save,” she snapped, shoving my hands off her. “And I don’t need a lecture from a lone wolf who spends his nights lurking in the bushes.”
“I’m not lurking, Amani. I’m hunting,” I countered, my eyes flashing gold. “The men she’s meeting out there? They aren't rogues looking for a scrap. They’re Korgan’s elite. If you’d walked another fifty yards, you wouldn't have found proof. You would have found a shallow grave.”
She went still, the bravado flickering for a second. “Korgan. So it’s true. She’s his pawn.”
“She’s his queen-piece,” I clarified. “And right now, you’re the only obstacle in his way. He wants an entire territory for himself, Amani, building his own army against other packs. And he’s using your mate to open the door.”
She looked toward the darkness where Zebub had disappeared, her jaw tightening. “Then we have to stop them. Now.”
“We aren't doing anything,” I stated, stepping in front of her to block her path. “You’re going back to that house. You’re going to act like the broken, dying Luna they think you are. I’m going to find Korgan. And when the time is right, I’ll give you the signal to burn it all down.”
“I’m not going back, not today,” she replied firmly. “I won’t stand aside watching this play out. Vance is already finished, and now Zebub has to be dealt with. I’ll be there when it all ends, and I won’t wait long.”
I looked at her, really looked at her, and the anger died out, replaced by a strong protective instinct that I knew would be my undoing. I reached out, my thumb brushing the hollow of her cheek.
“Then stay in the woods near the border,” I murmured. “But do not cross that line again until I tell you. If Korgan scents you, it will escalate into something very complicated.”
Confidently, she shook her head in disagreement. “Absolutely not. I want to follow Zebub and see who she is meeting. I need confirmation of her plans, good enough for a death sentence. You taking the lead is out of the question.”
Damn! She is so stubborn, and I like it.
I stepped closer, invading her personal space until the heat radiating from her skin chased away the midnight chill. I reached out, my fingers tangling in the damp silk of her hair to tilt her head back.
“You’re a nightmare, Amani,” I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending a visible shiver through her. “A beautiful, relentless nightmare.”
I pulled back just enough to catch the lunar fire in her eyes. The desperation was still there, but so was a desire that mirrored my own.
“Alright, you lead for now. But the second he sees us, I’ll be the one calling the shots,” I conditioned, my claws lengthening as the shift took me again. “And Amani? Try not to tackle any more monsters after today. Next time, let me accompany you. I may not be the one you cross paths with.”
I didn't wait for her answer.
We shifted simultaneously and started the run side by side.
I let her take point, but I positioned myself to cover her flank, my ability to scent those rogues far more advanced than hers.
It was the scent of rain, wild lilies, and the stubborn, fierce spirit that had been haunting my every thought.I caught her by the scruff of her neck to steady her, my heart hammering against my ribs in a way that had nothing to do with the shift. She was smaller than I last saw her, her fur ruffled and her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desperation.“Amani! What are you doing here?!” I roared, the words half-human, half-growl as I shifted back fully. “Shift!”At my order, she scrambled back, her paws sliding on the moss as she returned to her human form, breathless and wild-eyed. She looked like a ghost in the night, her skin pale in the moonlight, but her gaze was a furnace.“I was following her,” she gasped, clutching a robe to her chest that she must have stashed nearby. “She left the house, Menelik. She’s meeting someone. I had to know.”I grabbed her by the shoulders, my grip probably too tight, but I couldn't help it.The sheer recklessness of her being out here, drained an
Menelik’s Point of ViewPatience was a luxury I was running out of.I leaned against the rough-hewn timber of my hut, watching the mist roll off the neutral ground like a funeral shroud. Somewhere across that border, the Eclipse Star was being picked apart by a parasite, and the woman I had searched years for was being drained of her very soul to fund the feast.I’d watched the packhouse for days. I’d seen what Vance and his rogue inflicted on Amani. It was a pure insult. Every time they had sex, a piece of Amani withered. I could smell the decline in her scent, the way the vibrant, forest-pine aroma of her spirit was being replaced by clinical exhaustion.Zebub wasn’t just a mistress, I could tell she was an executioner. She was pulling the strings of a triangle bond as it fit her plans, waiting for the exact sign to end Amani permanently.“You’re brooding, Menelik,” a voice rasped from the dark.I didn’t turn. I knew the scent. “Brooding is for poets. I’m calculating.”One of my sco
The moment my boots hit Eclipse Star soil, I knew things would change drastically.And I didn’t have to wait long. Out from behind a twisted old oak, my father appeared, clutching a worn leather satchel. His face was etched with exhaustion and cold fury. “The treasury’s bleeding out, Amani,” he said bluntly, skipping any pleasantries.He pulled a thick wad of papers from the bag, printouts, digital receipts, each one telling a story of reckless greed.I stared at the figures, my eyes widening.These were not in the ledgers, it was the first time I’d seen them.Damn! Vance hadn’t just been distracted, he’d been stealing from the pack. And that was a serious crime, the Elders had agreed to separate private from business accounts. Luxury cars, jewelry enough to fund a militia, and, most damning of all, a private island in the Atlantic. A getaway for his ‘treasure.’ He’d also drained our joint money and was now gutting the pack’s emergency funds.“This man is crazy”, I hi
I stepped into a dream carved from silver light, where the air crushed the breath from my chest. My knees shattered against a floor of glass flowers that cut into my flesh.Then, she appeared, not just an ordinary woman, but a cold, glowing presence that felt like the moon had taken a human shape just to sneer at my mortality.Selene, the Moon Goddess.This time, she didn't radiate warmth but something more like a terrifying disgust.“You look pathetic, Amani,” the tone vibrated through my bones rather than my ears.I tried to stand, the glass slicing into my skin.“I’m being bled dry. My mate is in another woman’s bed, and my wolf is in pain. What do you expect?”“I expect the Luna I chose, not the victim you’ve become,” she snapped, her stare like frozen stars. “Stop showing them your weakness. Not to the coward who wears the title, and certainly not to the scavenger at his table. You weren't made to be a footnote in Vance’s tragedy. You were meant to take Eclipse Star to heights th
The packhouse had shifted from a place of authority into a cruel, drawn-out torment chamber.Strange enough, Zebub didn’t kill me with a single strike using the incomplete bond, that would’ve been too quick, too merciful I think, for a fifth wheel in the relationship. Instead, she chose a more insidious method. She kept Vance in her bed almost nonstop, knowing that the tether between us was still alive, a live wire that burned with every passing hour.Because she refused to accept the triangle mating, torturing me with the pain of the betrayal of my mate was her best bet.Most days, I was slumped against the cold stone of my office floor or curled in a corner of the library, gasping as phantom heat and disturbing sensations tore through my body. It was a violation on a unimaginable level. Every touch Vance gave her, every breath she drew from him, vibrated through my skin, making me feel haunted by a ghost that refused to stop screaming.‘Make it stop, Amani. Please,’ Sara’s whimpered
Utterly humiliated, I sprinted into the clearing, tears blurring my vision, and crashed headlong into a solid wall of muscle.Menelik caught me just in time, his hands steady on my shoulders, preventing me from collapsing face down into the mud. I froze, forehead pressed against his chest, gasping as if the air might refuse to fill my lungs. My ribs ached with each breath, and my soul felt laid bare, exposed for him to see.“Amani? What’s wrong?” His voice was calm, a steady anchor in the storm raging inside me.At that moment, the dam shattered.Words spilled from me. I told him about the Council’s decision, Zebub’s smug smile, how Vance looked at her as if I were just a forgotten ledger to be tucked away. I kept the secret of the Lycan’s bite, the horror my father had revealed, locked in my throat. But everything else erupted, spilling out like a wound torn open. Humiliation at being replaced, the cold hall, my husband practically handing my life over to a rogue.Menelik listened, j







