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"Uncle Garrett?"Alpha Garrett—my mother's brother.The leader of the Black River Pack. I hadn't seen him for years.He walked up to my horse and helped me down.Then he pulled me into a tight hug."Welcome home, my niece."I almost collapsed with relief. "Thank you. Thank you for sending help.""Helena's idea. She never believed Leighton's lies." He glanced at Erica. "Is this your daughter?""Yes, Erica.""She looks like her grandmother." He smiled.Leighton had reached the border.He stood there in human form.His warriors flanked him."Return my wife and daughter," Leighton demanded."They are mine.""No," Garrett said simply."Sophia is Black River blood. She requested sanctuary. I've granted it.""She's a criminal! A traitor!""She's my niece. And these are serious accusations. If you wish to pursue them, you can bring evidence to the Council of Alphas." Garrett's voice was hard."But you won't take her by force. Not without going through me."Leighton's face twisted.But even he
It was a crazy plan.So many things could go wrong.But it was the only chance we had."Okay," I said. "What do I need to do?"Martha smiled."Just be ready to run when the moment comes."The Next NightThey came for me at sunset.Six guards, all carrying silver chains and weapons."Time for a show, traitor," one of them sneered.They unchained me from the wall but kept the shackles on my wrists and ankles.Then they dragged me up from the dungeons.The evening air felt like ice after days in the dark.I squinted against the fading sunlight.The Sacred Altar Square was packed. Even more crowded than during my humiliation ceremony.Everyone wanted to see the rogue executed.In the center of the square stood a wooden platform. New, freshly built.An execution stage.And chained to a post in the middle was Kael.He was in human form, wearing only torn pants.His muscular body was covered in bruises and cuts.The silver chains wrapped around him so tightly I could see them burning his ski
Maybe she was right.Potentially, the Moon Goddess knew what she was doing after all.Three days later...Everything fell apart again.It happened while Kael was out hunting.I was teaching Erica how to meditate—how to control the rune stone power that was slowly stabilizing in both our bodies—when I heard wolves approaching.Too many wolves."Erica, hide in the back room. Now.""But,""NOW!"She ran.I stepped outside the shelter just as fifteen wolves burst through the magical barrier.They'd found us.Somehow, they'd broken through Kael's wards.And leading them was Leighton in his black wolf form.Behind him, I saw a smaller figure.An old man in grey robes covered in symbols.A shaman.They'd brought a shaman to break the protective magic.Run, my wolf urged.We can't fight this many.But I couldn't run.Not with Erica inside.If I ran, they'd follow.They'd find her.I had to stand and fight.I shifted into my silver wolf form, the rune magic making my fur glow with pale light.
For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt like maybe—just perhaps—everything would be okay.I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window.For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then everything came rushing back. Leighton. The betrayal. The escape. Kael.I sat up quickly, looking around.Erica was still asleep, her breathing deep and steady. Much better than last night.Kael was sitting by the fire, sharpening a long knife. He looked up when he heard me move."How long was I asleep?" I asked."About six hours. It's mid-morning."I'd slept on a pile of furs near the fire. Kael must have moved me there after I passed out at the table."You should have woken me.""You needed rest." He set down the knife. "How do you feel?"Honestly? Better than I had in months. The rune stone power I'd absorbed was settling into my body, integrating with my natural wolf magic."Stronger," I admitted."Good. You'll need your strength." His expression turned serious. "I went out at dawn to sc
"Two hundred and thirteen years."I stopped walking. "What?"Kael stopped too, turning to face me. Erica had fallen asleep in his arms."I'm old, Sophia. Old. I was born in 1812.""That's impossible. Werewolves live longer than humans, but not that long.""Most don't. But I was... cursed. Or blessed, depending on your perspective." He shifted Erica's weight carefully. "I stopped aging at thirty-five. I've been searching for my true mate ever since.""Two hundred years," I breathed. "Alone.""Yes."The weight of that word. The loneliness it contained."And you think I'm... her? Your mate?""I don't think. I know." His eyes held mine. "The moment I saw you, my wolf recognized you. After two centuries of searching, I finally found you.""But I'm broken," I whispered. "Weak. Poisoned. I have a daughter and an enemy, and—""You're perfect," Kael interrupted. "You're strong enough to survive abuse, smart enough to fight back, and brave enough to run with a child on your back." He stepped cl
"News travels fast in the Wild Lands." He glanced around the clearing. "We should move. Your ex-mate will be back with more warriors. Many more.""I know." I looked down at Erica. "But she can't walk. And I'm not strong enough to carry her far.""I'll carry her.""Why would you—""Because she's a child. And because…" He stopped."Because you need help."The mate bond hummed between us.I could feel it now that I knew what it was.An invisible thread connecting my chest to his.But this was wrong.All wrong."I'm already mated," I said quietly."To Leighton. The bond—""Is broken," Kael interrupted."I can tell. Your scent doesn't carry his mark anymore.""But we're married. We went through the ceremony—""The mating ceremony is just a ritual. The real bond is deeper. Spiritual." He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "And yours is shattered. Has been for a while, I'd guess."I thought back. I tried to remember the last time I'd felt the mate bond with Leighton. That invisible







