LOGINSerena's POV
“Mummy see I found the necklace you were looking for”Aria said lifting up the golden chain in the air.
Her little hands swung in the air.
“Thank you baby,”I said.
“Now go inside, you know mummy doesn't like you coming out of the house, it's not safe for you yet, there are so many dangerous wolves out there”
“But mummy, I want to play with the other kids,”she said, stumping her little feet on the ground aggressively.
“No”I said and pulled her into the house, her screams filled the air.
She had his stubborn spirit, I tried everyday to forget him but it was hard when your daughter looks exactly the same as the man you're trying to forget.
Same dark hair, same grey eyes.
It was like a piece of him was still with me.
Aria went to a corner to sit quietly, it broke my heart that I couldn't give her the freedom she wanted but I couldn't risk getting her exposed, if anyone were to find out who she really was and who her father was, they might try to use her to get to him, To make matters worse, I was in a remarkably dangerous position as a member of the pack council.
Looking back, it felt surreal just a few years ago. I arrived here as a broken woman with a child and nothing to my name, and now, everything was on the line.
As I stepped out of the house, I collided right into a solid chest.
I looked up to see Alpha Dorian.
“Alpha Dorian,” I said, catching my breath.
“What brings you here so late?”
His expression was stern. “There was an incident at the border. We found an unconscious man, and we’re in the middle of an investigation to figure out what happened.”
“We need you to take up the case,”he said.
“You should have just sent someone to come and tell me, you didn't have to come here yourself”
“No, I wanted to do it myself,”he said.
I sighed, he took a great risk coming to this far from town alone, I lived in a small house still on pack grounds but it was a little bit far from the main village.
“Come by the pack house later to check it out”he said then looked around the yard.
“Where's Aria?”he asked.
“Oh I sent her inside” I said.
“Don't you think you're hiding her too much, I know you're trying to protect her but sometimes you need to let her come out and see the world so she can learn things by herself”
“She's learning things here already,”I muttered.
“I don't want her to experience what I experienced, I had no one to show me what was wrong and what was right, I had no one to protect me but my daughter won't experience that, I will protect her”I said.
He placed an arm over my shoulders, sensing just how deeply this felt to me. I had come so far and my life had finally improved, but I would never forget the cold ache of being treated like an outsider in my own pack.
“Don’t worry Aria will be fine,”he said.
***
After going through some documents, I cleaned up the house and fed Aria. Being a single mother and a high-ranking pack council member wasn't easy, but at least I had my friend Lysa to help take care of my daughter.
The front door swung open, and Lysa walked in with her heavy bag in hand.
“Hey, Cherry,” she said, waving at me.
“Hey! Aria is in her room. I'm heading to the pack house to do some investigating, but I'll be right back,” I replied. “I put her snacks in the fridge in case she wants any.”I said before leaving.
I got to the pack house after a few minutes, the distance from my house to the pack house wasn't that much.
I saw the head security officer at the pack house.
“Miss Voss, thank goodness you're here, we were just about to head to the border”he said.
“Would you like to join us”
I nodded slowly, and within minutes, we were on our way to the pack border road.
Lance, the head security officer, decided to bring three other men from the team along. All four wore heavy armored vests, their faces set with quiet discipline as we moved toward the perimeter.
The distance from the pack house to the border was a bit far, so we had to walk a long way.
As we reached the borderlands, the acrid stench of decay, a mix of dead animals and rotting plants, heavy in the air greeted us. Scorched trunks and brittle, dried-up branches stretched out in every direction.
The borderlands were a desolate wasteland. No one dared live here except for the rogues and wildlings. It was nothing but parched ground, towering trees, and by far the most perilous stretch of the pack lands.
I froze, spotting a fresh trail of blood mixed with scrambled footprints.
“I think this is the exact spot they found him,” Lance said, stepping up beside me.
“Okay,” I murmured, crouching to examine the crimson trail more closely.
The man must have been here for a while; the spot where he had lain unconscious was soaked through with heavy, dark blood.
“Did he survive?” I asked, looking up at Lance.
“Huh?”
“The man they found here, is he still alive?”
“Yeah,” Lance replied. “He’s with the pack’s healer.”
“Okay, I need to go check out his wound. I think he was attacked, but I don't know what attacked him,” I said, looking down at the ground closely.
I spotted a strange ring resting on the floor, its diamond design catching the light. Bending down, I picked it up. The symbol etched onto the surface looked suspiciously familiar, and I searched my memory, trying to place where I’d seen it before.
Then it hit me, this looked a lot like the Blackthorn Pack symbol.
“What's that?” Lance asked.
Serena's POVThe cold parchment felt heavier than iron in my hands.The twin wolf seal of Blackthorn was still cold from the mountain ride, the deep crimson wax catching the pale winter sunlight that filtered through the spruce boughs over my porch. Across from me, Commander Vane stood with his bare head bowed, his breath pluming in steady, white plumes against the freezing air.Behind me, Lysa did not move. Her hand remained gripped on the doorframe, her knuckles whitening until the skin stretched taut over bone."He traveled alone?" I asked, my voice barely louder than the dry rustle of pine needles along the eaves."Completely alone, Miss Voss," Vane answered. "When the assembly adjourned and the decrees were entered into the keeper's registry, he refused an escort. He ordered the High Guard to remain garrisoned under my command. He surrendered his broadsword to the armory racks in the presence of Elder Torin, walked down the Great Switchback on his own boots, and took the high mou
Serena's POVThe ride out of the Blackthorn capital felt like escaping the belly of a dying beast.Behind us, the granite towers of the High Keep receded into the leaden sky, their crimson banners hanging limp in the freezing mountain wind. Word of Mara's arrest had already leaked into the upper avenues by the time our horses cleared the fourth terrace. We passed squads of High Guard knights marching in grim, double-time formations toward the council antechambers, their iron boots clattering against the paving stones. The city was holding its breath, waiting to see what shape their resurrected Alpha would take once the blood on the council floor was washed away.I did not look back again.Beside me, Dorian rode in calm, watchful silence, keeping his gelding positioned slightly forward on my left flank to shield me from the cold draft howling through the Great Switchback. Lance and our twenty Ashveil sentries rode in a tight, protective wedge around us, their weapons secured but their
Serena's POVThe echo of the heavy bronze doors slamming shut did not stop the noise.It seemed to trap it inside the Chamber of Pillars, amplifying every ragged intake of breath, every rustle of woolen cloaks, every frightened, venomous whisper rising from the terraced galleries. Two hundred northern nobles stood suspended between two cataclysms: the public destruction of Elder Mara Blackthorn, and the sudden, scandalous revelation that their returned Alpha had an unclaimed child living across the eastern border.Elder Torin was the first to move. His spectacles trembled in his aged fingers as he pushed back his high chair, the legs screeching against the marble dais."Clear the galleries," Torin commanded, his voice raspy with shock, attempting to salvage what little dignity remained of the high assembly. "The council session is adjourned. Captains, escort the regional masters to the lower concourse. The High Guard will maintain order in the courtyard."Nobody wanted to leave. Lords
Serena's POVThe silence in the Chamber of Pillars was so complete that the crackle of pine logs burning in the grand circular hearths sounded like dry bones breaking.Two hundred regional lords, garrison commanders, and trade masters stood frozen in their terraced galleries. Every gaze was pinned on the four figures who had breached the threshold.At the center of the room, on the third tier of the elevated marble dais, Elder Mara Blackthorn had not yet lowered her right hand. The council scroll she had been reading remained open in her manicured fingers. For three seconds, her face was completely stripped of color, her pale green eyes widening as if she were looking at a specter pulled from the depths of the frozen river gorge.Then, with the terrifying speed of an elder who had ruled through five decades of pack politics, her composure snapped back into place."Commander Vane," Mara's voice rang out, carrying across the vaulted stone ceiling with the smooth, bell-like clarity that
Serena's POV A frantic commotion broke out on the battlements. Torches darted back and forth, and within moments, the heavy iron chains began to groan as the massive oak gates swung inward.We rode through the gate into the crowded lower courtyard of the fortress.Dozens of Blackthorn warriors and garrison staff had gathered along the colonnades, their faces pale with shock and awe as they saw Kael riding at the center of the column. Whispers rippled through the ranks like wind through dry grass.The Alpha is alive.He was not taken.He has returned.Kael sat straight in the saddle, his broad shoulders held high, his expression calm, dominant, and immovable. No one looking at him could have guessed that four years of his memory were completely gone. He carried the aura of a ruler who had returned to claim what was his.A garrison captain rushed forward, dropping to one knee before Kael's horse."Alpha Kael! The gods be praised! Elder Mara told us you were gravely wounded in an enemy
Serena's POVThe cold at dawn was sharp enough to slice through wool.I stood on the stone mounting terrace outside the Ashveil armory, pulling my leather riding gloves tight over my fingers. The breath of thirty warhorses plumed into the silver fog, thick and rhythmic, while stable hands ran last-minute checks on girths and saddlebags.Twenty Ashveil sentries, handpicked by Lance for their discipline and silence, sat atop dark bay stallions in the lower yard. Beyond the inner arch, Commander Vane waited with his six Blackthorn knights, their crimson cloaks wrapped tight against the morning frost. They had complied with Kael's orders to the letter. Not a single blade had been unsheathed; not a word had been spoken out of turn."You have the spare wraps and the dried hemlock?" Lysa's voice came from behind me.I turned. Lysa was leaning against the stone balustrade, bundled in a thick fur-lined cloak. Her face was still pale, and she held her left side with a cautious forearm, but she







