LOGINKael Draven did not believe in regret.
Regret was weakness and weakness had no place in Ironclaw.
Yet, for the past three years. It was the only thing that followed him.
The training grounds echoed with the clash of bodies hitting the ground, the scent of sweat and dominance thick in the air. Wolves sparred under his watchful gaze, pushing themselves harder, faster, desperate to meet the standard he demanded.
It wasn’t enough.
“Again,” Kael ordered coldly.
A young warrior struggled to his feet, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Alpha, I”
“I said again.”
The wolf lunged, but his movements were sloppy, unfocused, and weak.
Kael moved before anyone could blink.
In one swift motion, he knocked the wolf flat on his back, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
“This is the best you can offer?” he demanded, his voice sharp, unforgiving. “Pathetic.”
Silence fell over the training ground.
No one dared speak. No one dared move.
Because this? This wasn’t just their Alpha.
This was something else, something colder and restless.
Kael straightened, running a hand through his dark hair, irritation simmering beneath his skin.
It had been like this for months. No, years.
Nothing satisfied him anymore, not victories, not even power.
“My Alpha.”
Selene’s voice cut through his thoughts as she approached, graceful as always, her presence drawing attention without effort.
She placed a hand lightly on his arm. “You’re pushing them too hard.”
Kael didn’t look at her.
“They are weak.”
“They’re not weak,” she countered smoothly. “You’re just distracted.”
His jaw tightened.
“I am not distracted.”
Selene’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and knowing. “Then why do you look like something is missing?”
For a moment, just a moment, something flickered in his chest
“It isn’t,” he said flatly. But the lie tasted bitter, because deep down, he knew exactly what it was.
Or rather..who.
He didn’t think about her, he didn’t say her name.
He didn’t allow himself to remember.
But that didn’t stop it from happening anyway.
The bond he had severed that night should have disappeared completely. That was how it worked. That was how it always worked.
But this one? It lingered. Faint, broken but there, like a ghost that refused to die. Sometimes, in the quiet hours of the night, he felt it.
And every time it happened, it unsettled him in a way nothing else could.
“She should be dead.”
The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
Selene stiffened slightly. “Who?”
Kael didn’t answer.
Her expression darkened.
“Lyra,” she said, “You’re still thinking about her?”
“I’m not.” But again, the lie
Selene let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. “It’s been three years, Kael. Whatever connection you felt that night, it’s gone.”
It wasn’t. They both knew it.
“You made the right choice,” she continued, stepping closer. “She was weak. She would have only held you back.”
Weak.
The word echoed in his mind. But this time…It didn’t feel right.
A sudden tension coiled in his chest. And before he could respond, a warrior rushed into the training grounds, breathless.
“My Alpha!” Kael turned sharply. “Speak.”
“There’s… there’s news.” The wolf hesitated.
For a moment, fear lit his eyes.
And that alone was enough to catch Kael’s attention.
“What kind of news?”
“A new faction, Alpha. They’ve been moving through the outer territories.”
Kael’s expression hardened. “Another rogue group?”
“No, Alpha.”
The hesitation returned. But this time, it was worse.
“They’re not like rogues.
“Explain.”
“They don’t scatter. They don’t run. They don’t bow.”
The warrior swallowed hard.
“They conquer.”
Silence fell.
Selene’s hand tightened slightly at her side.
Kael's gaze darkened.
“And who leads them?”
The question came out low.
The warrior’s answer was barely above a whisper.
No one knows, Alpha. They say it’s a woman.
A woman?
Powerful enough to lead, strong enough to conquer, powerful enough to make wolves afraid.
It shouldn’t have meant anything.
And yet…
That familiar, unwanted pull stirred again. Stronger this time.
Kael’s jaw tightened. Find out who she is.
Yes, Alpha.
And if she’s a threat, bring her to me.
But far beyond Ironclaw territory…
Hidden beneath silver light and shadow…
She was already rising.
And she was not alone.
Kael took one step forward, then another. He didn’t stop at the border line, he crossed it. Slowly and deliberately while being watchful.I stayed still. I didn't greet him nor did I acknowledge him. I just watched him like I would watch an approaching threat I already understood.His gaze flicked over the camp first? Then it returned to me and stayed.“Lyra.”My name came out of his mouth like it carried weight it had no right to still hold.I didn’t respond immediately not because I was scared but because I was deciding how much he deserved.You shouldn’t be here, I finally said. Kael didn’t react the way I expected him to, he didn’t argue, he didn’t justify either. He just stared, like he was confirming something only he could see.“You’re alive.” “You left.”I left Ironclaw, I corrected him, not the world. Ronan stepped half a pace forward.“What is this?” Kael asked. The question wasn’t curiosity, It was controlI answered before Ronan could. “It’s my territory.”Kael’s expressi
The first warning was silence, the kind of silence that meant something had already crossed the line. I felt it before anyone spoke. My instincts sharpened instantly, this wasn’t a distant threat anymore. It was a movement.The air itself felt altered, like the forest had exhaled and forgotten to inhale again. Even the usual background noise of the perimeter, distant patrol shifts, settling leaves, low night insects had thinned into something unnatural. A guard near the eastern ridge shifted, then froze mid-motion like he had just realized movement itself was a mistake. No alarm followed. That was worse than any sound.“Lyra.”Ronan’s voice came from behind me, low and precise. There’s a shift in the perimeter, he said. No scouts lingering this time. They’ve advanced.“How far?”Too close for observation,”Darian answered as he stepped into view.A slow breath left me.So he’s stopped waiting. Ronan’s gaze shifted slightly. He already knows you’re here.Darian stepped closer. “If Iron
Kael Draven had never believed in ghosts. But for three years, one ghost had followed him everywhere.Lyra. Not the woman she had become, but the girl from that night. The one who had fallen to her knees in front of the entire pack. The one whose eyes had shattered under the weight of his rejection. The one he had told himself no longer mattered.And yet… She was everywhere. In the silence of his chambers. In the coldness of the moonlit clearing. In the quiet spaces between every victory that no longer felt like triumph.He had not spoken her name in years. But his wolf had never forgotten it.The possessive growl rolled through him the moment he stepped into the war room. Three scouts knelt before him, their heads bowed low, dust and leaves clinging to their cloaks.Selene stood at the side, arms folded, her expression carefully unreadable.Kael’s gaze swept over the scouts. Well? One of the wolves lifted his head. “Alpha… we found signs.What kind of signs? A camp, my Alpha, organiz
Something was wrong. I felt it before I saw it. Before the scouts, before the reports, before Darian even opened his mouth.“You feel it too.”Ronan’s voice came from behind me, low and certain. I didn’t turn, I stood at the edge of the territory, my gaze fixed on the forest beyond.“Yes.”They’re closer than before.Ronan stepped up beside me, his presence steady, grounding in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge.How many? he asked.Not enough to attack, I said. But enough to observe.They weren’t here by accident. They were looking for me.Then we move.Darian’s voice cut in as he approached, his expression tight. We can’t risk them finding the camp, he continued, if they confirm your location. They won’t. My tone was calm and certain.But Darian didn’t relax. They’re not rogues, Lyra. They’re trained and disciplined. If they’ve been sent this far out, it means one thing.I already knew.“He’s looking,” Darian finished.Good, Let him look. He won’t find what he thinks he lost. Let th
Kael Draven did not wake up restless. Restlessness was for lesser wolves, those who lacked control, discipline, dominance.He had all three. He had always had all three.So when his eyes snapped open before dawn, his body tense and his chest tight for no reason he could name… He knew something was wrong.The room was silent. The kind of silence that is deafening.Kael sat up slowly, his jaw tightening as he dragged a hand down his face.It was happening again, that feeling. That pull, though faint and distant but there and alive.A low growl built in his chest as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cold stone floor grounding him instantly.Impossible. He had severed the bond, he had felt it break. He had watched her collapse. That should have been the end of it.And yet…It wasn’t. It never had been.For three years, it lingered in fragments. Weak, inconsistent and easy enough to ignore. Until now, it was stronger, clearer and more close.Kael stood abruptly, his entire bod
The air between us didn’t settle after the attack.If anything…It got worse.He was still standing too close. Close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. Close enough that every breath felt heavier than it should.I should have stepped back but I didn’t.“You’re staring,” Ronan said quietly, his voice low, almost amused.That earned me a soft chuckle.Am I a threat?“Yes.”“Good,” he murmured.That word shouldn’t have done anything.But it did.My jaw tightened. You should leave.There it was again.That same weak command I didn’t mean.Ronan tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was something worth figuring out.And if I don’t?Then you’re overstaying your welcome.Am I? He took a step closer, enough to close the space between us completely.“You’re not pushing me away,” he said softly.“I don’t have to.” Then do it, his voice dropped, “Tell me to leave… and mean it.”I opened my mouth but nothing came out.Because the truth was…I didn’t want him to go.And that re







