Mag-log inAUTHOR’S POV
The first scream came from the eastern gate.
Elena dropped her ledger.
A second scream followed, then the warning bell erupted into frantic clanging.
Elena!
Luma's alarm slammed through her mind.
Elena snatched her medical bag and ran outside.
People were pouring from their cottages. A mother dragged two children toward the meeting hall while an elderly man stumbled through the mud, clutching a walking stick. Near the well, a woman stood frozen, staring toward the eastern gate.
“They're attacking everyone!” a young woman screamed as she stumbled into Elena. Blood ran down her forehead. “The sick people—they're biting them!”
Elena caught her before she fell.
“Where?”
“The gate!”
A crash shook the settlement.
Garrick emerged from the crowd, his face drained of color.
“Elena, get everyone away from here!”
“How many?”
“Ten that I saw. Maybe more behind them. Some were running from the infected, but the others turned on us before we could close the gate.”
A guttural growl rose beyond the eastern entrance.
Luma recoiled.
We need to leave. Now.
Elena looked at the frightened families gathering around her. There were children too young to run, elderly residents who could barely walk, and injured people who depended on her for treatment.
“Get everyone to the northern path,” she ordered Garrick. “Families stay together. Nobody approaches anyone showing symptoms.”
“Where are we going?”
“The abandoned settlement beyond the ridge.”
His expression tightened. “Half those buildings are falling apart.”
“Then we'll repair them.”
Another crash sounded from the gate.
Garrick stopped arguing.
“Move!” he shouted, racing into the crowd.
Elena hurried to her treatment room. She swept bandages, antiseptic, fever medicine, painkillers, and medicinal herbs into her bags. She grabbed the small medical kit she had prepared after the first infected man died, then swept the remaining clean supplies into a cloth sack.
A heavy impact rattled the door.
She spun around.
A wounded guard staggered into the room, one hand pressed against his blood-soaked side.
“They broke through,” he gasped.
Elena caught him before he collapsed.
“Sit down. Let me see.”
“No time.” He seized her wrist. “One of the men we brought in yesterday was bitten. He started shaking, then attacked the others.”
“How long ago?”
“An hour. Maybe less.”
“Where is he now?”
The guard stared at her.
“Dead. I think.”
Elena's stomach clenched.
She bound the guard's wound quickly, checked that he could walk, and pushed a clean cloth into his hand.
“Keep pressure on that. Go to the northern path and stay with Garrick.”
“What if I turn into one of them?”
Elena paused.
She had no answer that would comfort him.
“Then we'll deal with it if it happens. For now, keep moving.”
He nodded shakily and disappeared through the doorway.
Outside, the settlement had descended into chaos.
A man was trying to drag a chest of belongings through the mud. Two women argued over a sack of flour. Near the well, an elderly resident refused to leave his house, insisting that the infected could be stopped if everyone fought together.
Elena climbed onto the stone rim of the well.
“Everyone, listen to me!”
Her voice was swallowed by the shouting.
Garrick appeared beside her.
“Quiet!” he bellowed. “Let her speak!”
The crowd gradually fell silent.
Elena looked at the faces turned toward her.
“We cannot defend this settlement. The eastern gate has fallen, and we don't know how many infected are coming. We leave now, while we still have a path out.”
A broad-shouldered man pushed through the crowd.
“And abandon our homes?”
“Would you rather die inside them?”
His face reddened. “You're a healer, not an Alpha. Who gave you the right to order us around?”
For one fleeting instant, the words dragged Elena back beneath the moonlit sky of Blackthorn territory.
Kaiden's cold expression. The watching wolves. The humiliation of being told she was not worthy of standing beside him.
Then another crash echoed from the eastern side.
The memory vanished.
Elena stepped down from the well and faced the man.
“I'm not an Alpha,” she said. “But I know the mountain paths, I know where we can find shelter, and I know what happens when people waste time arguing while danger is at the door.”
She pointed toward the northern trail.
“If you have a better plan, tell us now.”
The man glanced toward the eastern gate.
A scream rose from beyond the cottages.
He fell silent.
“We move together,” Elena continued. “Take food, water, medicine, and warm clothing. Leave anything too heavy to carry. Keep children beside their families. If someone falls behind, help them. And if you see anyone behaving strangely, do not approach them.”
“What about the infected?” a woman asked, clutching a toddler against her chest.
“We keep our distance. We protect those who can still be saved, and we don't risk everyone trying to rescue someone we cannot reach.”
The woman's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded.
Garrick raised his voice.
“You heard her! Northern path! Move!”
The crowd began to disperse.
Not everyone followed immediately. Some residents lingered in their doorways, staring at the homes they had spent years building. Others rushed inside to collect treasured belongings.
Elena helped an elderly man onto a makeshift stretcher while two hunters secured the handles. She gave a teenage boy a small knife and ordered him to stay beside his younger sister. Then she packed extra bandages into a mother's bag and checked the injured guard as he passed.
Every second mattered.
She was helping a child secure a blanket around her shoulders when a sharp crack split the air.
The eastern gate collapsed.
The crowd turned.
Through the gap came a man with blood covering his mouth. His clothes hung in torn strips, and his head jerked from side to side as though he were searching for prey.
A guard rushed toward him with a spear.
The infected man slammed into him.
They struck the ground together.
Before the guard could rise, the infected creature sank its teeth into his shoulder.
The man's scream cut through the settlement.
“RUN!” Elena shouted.
Panic erupted.
AUTHOR’S POVFor one brief moment, she considered turning in the opposite direction.Then she reminded herself that Haven was hers to manage, and she would not alter her movements simply because he happened to be nearby."Elena," he said.She stopped at a reasonable distance."What is it?""I wanted to tell you that the meeting went well."She glanced at him."That was the purpose of the meeting.""I know.""Then you don't need to tell me."His mouth tightened, but he did not argue.Instead, he looked toward the settlement."You've built something here."Elena followed his gaze.People were lighting lamps outside their shelters. Smoke rose from the cooking fires, and somewhere near the infirmary, children were arguing over a game. The settlement was still fragile. They had too little food, too few supplies, and no guarantee that the next day would be easier.But it was alive."We're building something," she corrected. "I didn't do it alone.""Still, they trust you.""Because I give th
AUTHOR’S POV "Your decision is that everyone receives equal portions unless their needs or assigned duties require an adjustment?""Yes.""And the warriors going on the expedition receive enough food for the journey, without being given a permanent advantage over everyone else?""Correct."Kaiden turned toward Roderick."Then we will follow the ruling."Roderick stiffened."With respect, Alpha, I believe—""You have made your objection clear," Kaiden interrupted. "The settlement has reached its decision. We will not waste more time arguing over it."A flicker of surprise crossed Elena's face before she could hide it.Kaiden had accepted her ruling without trying to override it.She did not know whether to be relieved or suspicious.Perhaps he had finally realized that he could not command people here.Or perhaps he had simply decided this particular argument was not worth having.Either way, the decision stood.Elena returned to her notes."We'll prepare the expedition supplies tomor
AUTHOR’S POV Elena had learned that the fastest way to lose control of a settlement was to let people believe the rules could be changed whenever someone powerful disliked them.Haven had survived its first months through cooperation, sacrifice, and a great deal of stubbornness. Food remained scarce. The water supply had only recently been restored, several buildings still needed repairs, and every day brought another problem that demanded attention.But Haven was standing.And Elena intended to keep it that way."Everyone should be here by now," Garrick said, placing a stack of papers on the wooden table.Elena glanced around the meeting hall.The room had once served as a dining area for the people who had lived in the abandoned settlement. Its windows were cracked, one corner of the roof leaked whenever it rained, and the long table in the middle had been repaired with mismatched pieces of wood.It was hardly a place fit for a council meeting.But they had more important things t
AUTHOR’S POV "Then what is the point of the bond?" he asked, his voice quieter than before.Maera's expression softened slightly."Perhaps to give two people the opportunity to choose each other. A bond may bring them together, but it cannot make the choice for them. Love without choice is only another kind of captivity."Kaiden looked down at his hands."Is there anything I can do?" he asked.Maera regarded him for a long moment."If you want answers about the connection, observe it carefully. Do not deliberately provoke it. Do not use it as an excuse to force closeness. And if either of you experiences severe pain or distress, seek help rather than pretending you can endure it.""And Elena?""Let her decide what she wants to do."Kaiden exhaled slowly.It sounded so simple.It felt almost impossible.Maera returned to her herbs, making it clear that the conversation was over."One more thing, Alpha."He paused at the door."Do not mistake regret for love. Regret often comes when we
AUTHOR’S POV Maera reached for a jar and moved it aside before continuing."There are old accounts of damaged bonds reacting under extreme circumstances. Most are little more than stories passed down between generations. A few describe connections that appeared dead but responded when the mates faced danger, shared intense emotions, or came into physical contact after a long separation.""So it is possible.""It is possible that something happened between you and Elena. That does not mean the bond has returned.""What else could it be?""I don't know."The bluntness of her answer irritated him."You are supposed to understand these things.""I understand enough to know when I do not have an answer." Maera folded her hands on the table. "The old accounts are incomplete. Some describe a bond stirring for a moment before disappearing again. Others speak of pain so intense that the wolves involved could barely remain near each other. There are even accounts of emotions passing between tw
AUTHOR’S POV Kaiden had faced rogues with blood on their claws, enemies who wanted his head, and nights when the screams of the dying filled the darkness around him.Yet none of those things had unsettled him as much as the moment Elena's skin touched his.He could still feel it.That strange pulse had passed through him like lightning, stealing his breath and leaving something unfamiliar lodged beneath his ribs. For a brief, impossible moment, he had felt what Elena felt. Her fear. Her grief. The pain she had buried so deeply that even her expression no longer betrayed it.And beneath those emotions, he had sensed the terrible loneliness she had carried after leaving Blackthorn.It had been like standing inside a wound he had inflicted with his own hands.But that was not the part that troubled him most.He had also felt his own emotions reflected through the strange connection. His fear when she nearly fell. His desperation to keep her from getting hurt. The longing he had spent t







