I made my way outside, needing fresh air after the confrontation. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees as I walked the grounds, deliberately avoiding the more populated areas. Eventually, I found myself at the edge of the forest, staring at the path that led to the old clearing where Bella and I used to meet.A sudden wave of nostalgia hit me, followed closely by bitter anger. Bella. My supposed best friend who had betrayed me when I needed her most. Who had lied to protect the boys who attacked me.Without consciously deciding to, I found myself walking the familiar path into the woods. The trail was overgrown now, less used than it had been in years past, but I could have found my way blindfolded.The clearing looked smaller than I remembered—a roughly circular space surrounded by tall pines, with a fallen log serving as a bench on one side. How many afternoons had Bella and I spent here, trading secrets and dreams? How many times had I confided in her about my feelings for
Dinner that night was marginally better than the previous one, if only because I knew what to expect. The stares, the whispers, the barely concealed hostility—it all washed over me like water off a duck's back. My successful shift in the woods had left me feeling more centered, more connected to Rona than I had been in years.I sat once again at Silas's right, ignoring the significance of the placement and the reactions it provoked. My father glared from across the table, while others watched our interaction with varying degrees of curiosity and suspicion."You're in a better mood," Silas observed quietly as I actually ate my food rather than just pushing it around the plate."Am I?" I took a sip of water. "Must be the mountain air."His lips quirked slightly. "Or the afternoon run."I shot him a warning look. "Not a topic for the dinner table."He nodded, understanding my desire to keep my shifting abilities private for now. It was one of my few advantages, and I wasn't eager to broa
I took a step closer, studying her more carefully now. Her sleeves were long despite the warm evening, and now that I was looking for them, I could see the edge of a bruise peeking out at her wrist. The concealer around her left eye was slightly heavier than the right, covering what was likely another bruise.Something in me shifted—not forgiveness, not yet, but the first small crack in the wall of hatred I'd built around memories of Bella."Why tell me this now?" I asked, my voice softer than before. "Why risk angering him by coming to me?"She met my eyes directly for the first time. "Because I think I know why you're connected to the curse. And I think I know why Silver Claw took Angela."That got my full attention. "How would you know anything about that?""I'm the pack historian now," she explained. "Have been for three years. I have access to the oldest records, texts most members never see. And I've been researching since the curse began.""And?" I prompted when she paused.Bel
We stared at each other across the desk, the implications hanging heavy between us. If the curse was indeed tied to our broken mate bond, fixing it would require reconciliation—something neither of us was prepared for, given our complicated history and his current marriage."I think Bella's theory is our best lead for now," I finally said, breaking the tense silence. "If my mother's bloodline is somehow significant, it might offer an alternative solution."Silas nodded, though he didn't look convinced. "Just be careful tomorrow. Silver Claw scouts have been spotted increasingly close to the territory borders. And after that messenger today...""I can handle myself," I reminded him."I know." His expression softened slightly. "I saw that today, in the woods. You're... different. Stronger.""Five years of being hunted by my former pack will do that to a girl," I replied, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice.He flinched almost imperceptibly. "We weren't hunting you, Stella. Not a
I made it back to my room on autopilot, barely registering the pack members I passed in the halls. Once inside, I locked the door and leaned against it, trying to steady my breathing.Silas's confession played on repeat in my mind. Not just his admission of cowardice in rejecting me, but the raw vulnerability in his voice when he'd spoken of not being able to bear a world without me in it.'He speaks truth,' Rona observed. 'His scent was clean. No deception.'"That doesn't mean I forgive him," I whispered.'No,' she agreed. 'But truth is rare. We should acknowledge it when we find it.'I pushed away from the door and moved to the window, drawing back the curtains to look out at the night. The moon was waxing, nearly full, its silver light bathing the territory in an ethereal glow.In three nights, it would be full. The pull was already stronger than usual, Rona more present, more aware. The wolfsbane I'd been taking for years to suppress her was wearing off faster here, in pack territ
I glanced at the sun's position. It was still early, not yet nine. My meeting with Bella wasn't for hours, but after this encounter, I wasn't willing to wait. If someone was threatening her to keep her quiet, she needed to be warned.I headed back toward the pack house at a brisk pace, my mind racing. Should I tell Silas about the encounter? Part of me said yes—a threat this direct merited Alpha attention. But another part hesitated. The woman had specifically mentioned Silas as one of the "traditionalists" resisting change. What if he was somehow involved? What if telling him put Bella in more danger?I was so lost in thought that I almost collided with someone as I rounded a bend in the path. Strong hands steadied me, and I looked up into Silas's concerned face."Stella? What's wrong?" he asked, clearly reading the tension in my posture and scent.For a split second, I considered lying, but Rona pushed me toward honesty. 'Tell him. We need allies.'"Someone just threatened Bella," I
I knocked softly on the door, straining my enhanced senses for any sign of danger. Nothing seemed amiss—just the normal sounds of a forest morning and Bella's light footsteps approaching the door.It opened a crack, and her surprised face appeared in the gap. "Stella? What are you doing here? We said noon.""We need to talk. Now," I said urgently. "Can I come in?"She glanced past me, spotting Silas at the edge of the clearing. Her eyes widened, but she stepped back, opening the door fully. "Yes, of course."I entered quickly, Silas following moments later. The cabin's interior was simple but cozy—a small living area with worn but clean furniture, a kitchen to one side, and doors leading to what I assumed were a bedroom and bathroom."What's happening?" Bella asked, her hand moving protectively to her swollen belly. "Is something wrong?"I surveyed the cabin, checking for any signs of intrusion or surveillance. "Is there somewhere we can talk privately? Somewhere that can't be overhea
I froze, all senses instantly alert. The wind had shifted, now blowing from behind us, which meant we couldn't catch approaching scents. I tilted my head, listening intently.Another snap, closer this time. And another."Someone's coming," I whispered to Bella, pulling her to her feet. "Multiple someones, circling us."Her eyes widened in fear. I pushed her toward Silas, drawing my hidden knife."Get her out of here," I ordered him. "I'll hold them off."Silas's expression hardened. "I'm not leaving you to face them alone.""This isn't a debate," I snapped. "Bella and her baby are the priority. Go."Before he could argue further, three figures burst into the small clearing—Aaron, Marcus, and Jacob, their faces contorted with rage."Found you," Aaron snarled, eyes fixed on Bella. "What do you think you're doing, wife?"Bella shrank back, instinctively moving behind Silas for protection. I stepped forward, placing myself between her and the three men."She's leaving you," I said clearly
The bathroom mirror showed the toll of recent days—dark circles under my eyes, fading bruises from the perimeter fight, silver lines visible beneath my skin even at rest now. I looked like what I was becoming—something between wolf and weapon, neither fully human nor fully monster.The hot water helped, washing away blood and tension. I stayed under the spray until my skin pruned, letting the steam fill my lungs, blanking my mind. Temporary peace.It shattered when I stepped out to find Silas sitting on the edge of my bed."What the hell?" I clutched the towel tighter around me. "Ever heard of knocking?""I did. Three times." He didn't look away. "We have a situation.""Serious enough to invade my bathroom?""Pine Valley's pulling out too."That got my attention. "What? When?""Just now. Chen called. Same story as Red River—Logan made contact, offered terms, council voted.""Fuck." I sat heavily beside him, maintaining careful distance despite the emergency. "That's two packs in one d
I showered again, hotter this time, as if I could wash away the implications of what had just happened. The bond had needed release—that much was true. The supernatural tension had been building since the silver integration, threatening our focus, our control.But it wasn't just the bond. And pretending otherwise was a lie neither of us fully believed.I dressed in practical clothes for the briefing, hair still damp, silver lines faded but not gone. The pendant at my throat seems warmer now, responding to whatever changes were accelerating in my blood.The briefing room was crowded—remaining coalition representatives, pack fighters, medical teams. Silas stood at the head of the table, composed and focused as if nothing had happened between us. Only the bond betrayed him, humming with awareness whenever our eyes met."The situation has changed," he began without preamble. "Red River and Pine Valley have withdrawn from the coalition. Shadow Ridge is wavering. We must adjust accordingly.
The bathroom mirror showed the toll of recent days—dark circles under my eyes, fading bruises from the perimeter fight, silver lines visible beneath my skin even at rest now. I looked like what I was becoming—something between wolf and weapon, neither fully human nor fully monster.The hot water helped, washing away blood and tension. I stayed under the spray until my skin pruned, letting the steam fill my lungs, blanking my mind. Temporary peace.It shattered when I stepped out to find Silas sitting on the edge of my bed."What the hell?" I clutched the towel tighter around me. "Ever heard of knocking?""I did. Three times." He didn't look away. "We have a situation.""Serious enough to invade my bathroom?""Pine Valley's pulling out too."That got my attention. "What? When?""Just now. Chen called. Same story as Red River—Logan made contact, offered terms, council voted.""Fuck." I sat heavily beside him, maintaining careful distance despite the emergency. "That's two packs in one d
Blood spattered across my face as I drove my knife into the hybrid's throat. Not a killing blow—these fuckers were resilient—but enough to buy me seconds. I twisted the silver blade, widening the wound, before kicking it back into the trees."Six o'clock," Silas called.I spun, dropping to one knee as another hybrid lunged overhead. It landed awkwardly, and I slashed across its hamstrings before it could recover. The silver blade cut through enhanced muscle and tendon, sending it crashing to the forest floor.The perimeter breach had turned out to be a scouting party—four hybrids, two human handlers with tactical gear. Test run, most likely. Probing our defenses before the eclipse."Clear on the east," Mason's voice crackled through the radio. "Two neutralized.""South perimeter clear," another voice confirmed.I finished the wounded hybrid with a knife through the eye socket—the most reliable way to kill them, we'd discovered. Silver to the brain. Nothing else stuck.Silas approached
A heavy silence fell. The widow studied me, weighing my words against her grief. Finally, she nodded once—not acceptance, not yet, but willingness to listen.The demonstration continued—questions answered, abilities explained, strategy discussed. By the end, the mood had shifted from hostile skepticism to grim determination. Not unity, exactly, but something approaching common purpose.Reeves declared the gathering concluded. The pack dispersed slowly, many lingering to catch glimpses of the silver lines beneath my skin, or to hear fragments of conversation between their Alpha and me."You've made an impression," Reeves observed when we were relatively alone. "Whether good or bad remains to be seen.""As long as you hold to the timeline.""We will. For now." He studied me with that predatory gaze. "You're not what I expected, Luna Stella.""What did you expect?""Someone broken by rejection. Someone defined by her mate bond rather than her own strength." He inclined his head slightly—
The meeting dragged for hours—strategies dissected, contingencies argued, egos managed. By the time it ended, I had barely enough time to prepare for the Shadow Ridge visit.I found Bella in the library, surrounded by ancient texts and modern printouts. The bags under her eyes suggested she hadn't slept much."Any updates on the ritual site?" I asked.She shook her head. "Surveillance shows continued construction, but no major changes to the chamber layout. The central platform appears to be complete." She slid a satellite photo toward me. "They've added these structures around the perimeter—power conduits, possibly, or some kind of containment system.""For the hybrids?""For you." She met my eyes. "Logan's preparing for your capture, Stella. These modifications match historical descriptions of goddess blood containment."Of course. He'd be a fool not to plan for every contingency, including my capture."We need to adjust our approach vector," I said. "Avoid these areas.""Already do
My blood wasn't right anymore.I stared at the vial Zeta Ruth had drawn that morning, watching how it separated—normal red plasma on bottom, silver particulates floating on top, refusing to mix. Like oil and water, except both were parts of me now."The integration is stable," Zeta Ruth reported, studying her microscope. "No cellular deterioration, no rejection symptoms. Whatever you did when you saved Silas, it fundamentally altered your blood composition.""Great," I muttered. "Logan will be thrilled."Three days since the assassination attempt. Three days of tests, meetings, and preparation. The coalition was holding, but barely—territorial disputes and ancient grievances threatening the fragile alliance with each passing hour."Have you experienced any side effects?" Zeta Ruth asked. "Pain, weakness, unusual sensations?"Besides feeling like my insides were made of broken glass? "Nothing significant."She gave me a look that said she knew I was lying. "The silver isn't just in you
The formal dining room hadn't been used in years. Dust sheets covered the long mahogany table, and cobwebs decorated the chandelier. I stood in the doorway, watching pack members clean and polish under Mason's direction."The Shadow Ridge delegation arrives at noon," Silas said, appearing beside me. "Mountain Creek by three. Red River just confirmed—they'll be here before sunset.""Seven alphas in one room." I crossed my arms. "When's the last time that happened?""1962. The Silver Plague outbreak." He glanced at me. "You ready for this?""Define ready."The corner of his mouth twitched. "Able to navigate pack politics without starting a war.""Then no, probably not."He almost smiled—a rare occurrence these days. The approaching eclipse had everyone on edge, humor in short supply."They'll test you," he warned. "Your authority, your bloodline, your right to stand beside me. Traditional alphas don't adapt quickly to change.""I noticed." I gestured to my training clothes. "Should I ch
The council meeting that night was grim. Bella took notes as we described what we'd witnessed, her face growing paler with each detail."Forced conversion," she murmured. "He's found a way to override the rejection response.""At what cost?" I demanded. "That wolf was being torn apart from the inside.""The cost doesn't matter to Logan," Silas said. "Only the result.""We can't let this happen," Mason declared. "The eclipse ritual—if he perfects this process, makes it permanent...""He'll have an army of controllable hybrids," I finished. "Each one as strong as three normal wolves, immune to silver, loyal only to him.""So we stop him," Eliza said, steel in her voice despite her lingering grief. "We hit the quarry before the eclipse. Destroy his lab, free the captives.""It's not that simple," Silas cautioned. "The quarry is a fortress now. We'd lose half the pack trying to breach it.""Then we need another approach," I said. All eyes turned to me. "Logan wants me. My blood. I'm the k