KIERAN“I think we went too far with her,” I muttered, my voice low as I stood by the window, staring at the darkening sky, though I wasn’t really seeing anything out there.“Vee… she was out of line, yes. But still—was it too much?”Dorian didn’t even flinch. He leaned back against the table, arms folded, blood from earlier still crusted on the sleeve of his shirt, and there was no hesitation in his voice when he said, “No, Alpha. She got exactly what she deserved. She dared to defy you, and she thought she could walk away without consequence? That’s not how things work here, and she knows it.”I turned slightly, my jaw tightening. “You don’t think it broke her too much?”“She’s lucky we didn’t break more than her pride,” Dorian said, and his words came out like steel scraping against stone. “We gave her a warning. We gave her a chance. She spat on all of it.”I exhaled hard, running my hand through my hair. “Still… I keep thinking… maybe if I’d just given her more time to explain—”
RAVEN“I don’t know where you think I went, Kieran,” I muttered, my voice hoarse from the cold air and the way my throat still ached from the last round of questioning. I didn’t even look at him. He didn’t deserve that satisfaction. I just stared at the wall, counting the cracks on the stone, pretending the chains didn’t feel like they were getting heavier each time I moved.“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” Kieran snapped, storming into the dungeon with his usual arrogance, his boots slapping the ground like war drums. “Still playing dumb, Raven? Still hoping your precious Lucian will fly in here and break you out?”At that, I turned my head just slightly, just enough to make sure he saw the smirk curling on my lips.“You think you’re so important that he’d come for me? That’s cute.”He scoffed, grabbing the bars with both hands and shaking them once, like he wanted them to magically vanish so he could throttle me himself.“You were gone for days. Days, Raven. And now you’re back
KIERANThe wind howled outside the stone keep, rattling the iron sconces along the corridor. It was past midnight, but sleep had long abandoned me. I stood near the tall window in the war room, one hand braced against the chilled glass, staring into the black beyond the torches. My breath fogged a circle on the pane. Behind me, Dorian's boots echoed lightly against the stone floor.“She’s not just taking strolls in the moonlight,” he said, voice low, rough with the fatigue of too many sleepless nights.I didn’t turn. “I know.”He stepped closer, pausing just behind me. “Then why protect her? Why pretend this isn’t suspicious as hell?”“I’m not pretending. I’m just wondering…” I let the words settle, watching the flicker of torchlight on the trees in the distance.“Why won't she just say where she’s going?”Dorian scoffed, his arms folding across his chest. “Because it’s not someplace she should be. You think she’s out picking herbs? Or praying in some old shrine?”I turned to face him
RAVENThe room reeked of metal and damp stone, the silence broken only by the sound of Kieran’s boots tapping rhythmically against the cold floor as he paced before me. I sat chained to the iron chair, wrists bruised and blood crusted against the metal cuffs that held me in place. My lip was split open, the taste of copper pooling in my mouth, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t blink. I didn’t speak.Kieran finally stopped and turned to me, arms folded, his voice low, gravelly, and full of venom.“Where did you and Rowena go, Vee? Don’t make me ask again.”I stared at him, dead in the eyes, saying nothing.He stepped closer, his breath now brushing against my skin. “I’m trying to be patient here. You think I won’t have my guards beat the truth out of you?” His voice rose, the words sharp.“You really think silence is going to protect you?”I let out a soft laugh, shaky and drenched in defiance. Blood dribbled from the corner of my mouth as I smirked.“Death is coming for you, Kieran,” I sa
KIERAN“I want two of you to head to Vee’s quarters. Make sure she’s where she’s supposed to be,” I said sharply, the tension already prickling at the back of my neck.“If she’s not there, sound the alarm.”The guards bowed their heads slightly and turned without another word, disappearing into the darkened hallway. I stood still, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the path they had taken. I hated this gnawing feeling in my gut—this sense that something was off.Moments passed before a blaring siren shattered the silence of the night.Shouts erupted across the pack house. Doors flung open, voices called out in confusion, guards barked orders, and wolves scrambled to organize the search.A second later, one of the guards came running back, panting, his eyes wide. “Alpha! She’s gone. Vee’s quarters are empty. Rowena’s not there either!”“Fan out. No one sleeps until they’re found,” I barked. “Every inch of this land gets combed. Move!”The compound was chaos—panicked footsteps, confused murmur
RAVEN The night was thick with silence, save for the crunch of twigs under our boots and the rustle of leaves brushing against our legs. Rowena and I crept through the woods, cloaked in shadows, our breaths held low as though the trees themselves might betray us. My heart pounded in sync with each step. We were close to the border now, Lucian’s pack was just beyond the ridge, but the danger wasn’t there. It was behind us. It was Kieran.“Do you think anyone saw us?” Rowena whispered, her voice low but laced with panic. She kept glancing behind us, eyes darting like prey sensing a predator.“No,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure. “We were careful. Dorian and Kieran were still in the war room last I checked.”Rowena let out a shaky breath, her hands curling into fists. “I hate that place, Raven. Every inch of it reminds me of what they did.”I looked over, watching the way her jaw tensed, the flicker of pain that never really left her eyes.“You never told me everything,” I said.“What