LOGINAkira's POV Light spills down through tall windows, catching dust that drifts like tiny sparks. Old wood fills the air cedar soaked in years, and underneath it, a hint of rusted iron lingers. At the room's heart stands a table stretched out, silent, bare. It holds nothing. Nobody has taken their place. Stillness presses in, heavy with what hasn’t been said. A place by the front became mine not taken, just left empty by everyone else. At my right stayed Ronan, hands relaxed yet ready, gaze moving without stop like something hidden could strike from any shadowed edge. Leaning by the doorway across was Elara, foot raised on cold rock, weight balanced with quiet patience. Moving behind the rows, never settling, went Garrick, each step carrying a tension that hung thick even in silence. Into the room stepped the elders first. Thane came alone, his head down, leaving his staff at the door as if laying it down after battle. Behind him, Mira followed she who had tied my arms with silver s
Akira's POV Still kneeling, the group stayed low long after they needed to. It wasn’t my order that held them there. Truth has a gravity all its own stronger than rules, heavier than force.Slowly, I moved forward. Beside me, Ronan kept step, close enough to feel but not touch. A steady warmth came from him, firm yet open. Behind, Elara and Garrick trailed, careful where they placed each foot. Their silence spoke more than words ever could. This path wasn’t about anger anymore. Something deeper pulled us now.Out ahead, the main yard came into view. There lay those very stones, cold and familiar, where Lucien turned away three winters past, now lit by morning light. Traces of burnt earth marked the old ritual ring remnants of a power that wouldn’t wake. My feet found the border and stayed.Up he got, slow at first, feet dragging like the floor could vanish beneath him any second. Maelis stayed pinned right there on the dirt, dark strands her own power twisted into ropes wrapped t
Akira's POV The dawn arrived the way a blade arrives: slow at first and then all at once, an unforgiving light cutting through the dark․By the time we got to the ridge looking down across Crimson Moon territory, the fog had burned off, and I could see the valley below, like an old wound․ The high stone walls had mostly held, and the watchtowers had dying torches burning, and the sprawl of pack houses and training fields glimmered in the first cold gold of day․ Thin white smoke rose straight up from the central hearths․ Life moved on․ Routine․ Unaware․They did not know the dead were walking home․Ronan stopped beside me now, his shoulder touching mine․ This time it was intentional․ The contact resonated with something in my ribcage that's been rattling since we left the clearing․"Do you still want to walk in alone?" he asked․I kept my eyes on the gates․ "Not alone․ With you․ But I go through first․"He didn't argue․ He nodded once, a movement so small that most people would never
Akira's POV The moment they walked away, silence dropped over the woods. Not peaceful just still. It felt like every trunk stood frozen, watching my next move.It felt like I was being watched by a thousand eyes. Close by, Ronan stayed quiet. Heat from his body reached my skin. The place where Darius vanished held his stare. Words did not come at once. Darkness now covered the path they took.“You could have ended it tonight,” he said finally. Low. Calm. “One word and they’d all be on their knees again.”“I know.”“So why didn’t you?”That moment, I turned my gaze his way. Not just a glance proper seeing. Moonlight, thin and shy beneath cloud cover, rimmed his eyes in pale silver. They held still, fixed on me.“Because I don’t want them broken,” I said. “I want them awake. I want them to choose. When I walk through those gates at dawn, I want the pack to see me and remember who they turned their backs on. Not because I forced them. Because they can’t lie to themselves anymore.”A
Akira's POV “Sit,” Ronan said quietly, nodding toward the flat rock we’d used earlier. “We’ve got hours until first light. No point standing here wearing ourselves out.”Down I sat on the rough rock. Cool now was the evening breeze, bringing hints of pine, far-off wet earth. Tired my legs were, though no long path led here. Weight came not from steps, but what moved unseen - in speech, in quiet.Elara dropped down beside me, stretching her legs out. “You think Darius will tell the truth when he gets back?”There I stood, eyes fixed on the place they’d vanished among the branches. He will speak of his sighting. If Lucien takes it in, well - only time showsRonan crouched in front of me, elbows resting on his knees. “Lucien will believe it. He’ll hate it, but he’ll believe it. The man’s not stupid. Just proud. And pride makes him blind until the last second.”Garrick limped over and leaned his staff against the rock. “Pride’s a slow poison. Eats a man from the inside while he’s still s
Akira's POV Frozen air held the group still. Ronan broke it, words sharp as glass. Stay quiet, he meant, though he spoke of calm. Trees drew every glance now, shadows shifting slow. Fingers rested near triggers, just in case. Not firing. WaitingOut of the quiet came sounds - slow steps, careful. Twigs cracked beneath something heavy. The forest floor whispered as boots pressed down. From the tree line emerged silhouettes. A group of six moved forward. Wolves every one. Their mark was clear - the tang of Crimson Moon thick in the air.Right off, I knew who the two were.Beside him rose a man called Darius - Lucien’s guard. Wide-shouldered, skull bare under harsh light. A jagged line cut through his face: brow to jaw, left side. That night in the yard, he said nothing while they pulled me free.Behind him moved Sienna, her eyes light-colored, hair twisted tight down her back. A long time ago she gave me flowers picked from open fields while I lay ill. These days there’s a small bow in
Akira's POV His grip burned it was not like fire it was like frozen light beneath the surface. A spark held tight in flesh.A jolt lit the wire, sudden fire in its veins. Sparks leapt, sharp and wild, shaking every thread. Energy snapped through, raw and uncoiled, tearing stillness apart. The pul
Akira's POV A hush faded piece by piece, much like mist dissolving under morning light. Heavy lids clung together, salt and sweat sealing them tight. A cold frame pressed into my back, that’s what caught my attention. The bed wasn’t much, it was just a sliver of padding over metal bars. My ey
Akira's POV I couldn't believe what's happening to me. My breath caught short.My mother's killer saved me to kill me again. My happiness will be caught short.The words echoed in my ears like a hot oil, I pressed my back against the tree trunk behind. It was sharp enough, scraping my back through
Akira's POV “Ohh, ooh,” Kade groaned as he stepped inside, his arms full of bags, his breathing hard, breathing very hard and fast like he had run the whole way. Sweat was shimmering on his forehead under the low lit light bulb. His left sleeves were torn up to his shoulders, and his jacket hung c







