LOGINKael and I sat together under the dim light of a single lantern, the surrounding camp already stirring for the coming journey. Aldric had been taken away before dawn—no speeches, no dramatic last words, just the quiet rattle of chains fading into the distance. He walked into exile with his head held high, as if the future would one day prove him right. The pack saw it as justice, as survival, as the end of a dark era. But Kael didn’t. He had stood at the edge of camp long after everyone else turned away, staring down the path where his brother had vanished.Later that night, when the rain eased to a soft mist and Alaric finally slept, Kael pulled me close. His voice was low, rough with memories he rarely shared. He spoke as if the weight of two hundred years pressed on his chest.“Let me tell you how it really began,” he said quietly. “Not the version the pack tells. The truth only I carry.”I rested my head against his shou
Marcus was nothing but a dangerous loose end from the start. That was how Aldric framed it, his voice dripping with cold calculation even while bound in glowing Moonbane chains. He knew far too much about the old Moonbane rituals—the ones our circle still clung to like sacred relics from a forgotten age. He had sniffed out the first hints of corruption long ago, back when Aldric was still quietly testing scattered loyalties among the pack. It had been far easier, Aldric claimed with a twisted smile, to simply remove him than to attempt any futile conversion.Marcus had voiced vague suspicions several months earlier, but he had dismissed them as lingering paranoia born from his scarred history of betrayal and loss. Now those scattered pieces clicked together into a grim, coherent picture that chilled me to the bone: the delayed supply runs that dragged on without explanation, the odd, strained silences that hung over council meetings like uns
I left Alaric in the trusted care of Liana and Helena—their vigilance far outstripped my own frayed and exhausted nerves. The weight of leadership and motherhood pressed heavily on my shoulders, but some burdens could not be delayed.Kael met me precisely at the tunnel’s guarded entrance, handing over a fresh Moonbane dagger with steady hands. The blade gleamed with faint silver runes, its presence a cold reassurance in the face of what awaited below.“You’re sure about confronting him directly like this?” he asked, his face set in familiar resolve mixed with concern. “He’s family by blood, but poison to everything we’re trying to build.”“He’s your brother still, and he owes us raw truths,” I countered while strapping the blade securely to my thigh. “We can’t hope to rebuild anything solid on shifting sand and hidden lie
“He would have cherished the chance to meet him fully,” Erica murmured, standing close by my side, her voice barely rising above the crackle of unlit pyres.My daughter had grown noticeably quieter since Marcus’s passing. The loss had drawn her inward, into a withdrawn reflection that mirrored my own hidden fractures. They had shared a closeness built on mutual deep respect—he had taken on her training with the dedicated focus of a true warrior, imparting essential skills to forge her into genuine strength. Now that devoted teacher rested forever beyond our reach.“Yet he did meet the child,” I replied softly, adjusting the wrap slightly to settle Alaric more comfortably against my chest. “Your brother draws breath today solely because of Marcus’s final act.”“Does that supposed comfort truly ease the sharp sting at all?” Her voice cracked under the weight of raw, unresolved pain. “He traded his life so that ours could continue onward. But such unfair exchanges tear at the soul withou
I did not need every move to be flawless. I just required enough strength to spring the trap.Kael fought me hard on the plan from the start. His burns caused constant pain, but I overruled his objections without hesitation.“You do not have to fight hand-to-hand,” I told him. “You only need to look exposed and half-dead. Aldric has to believe you pose no threat.”“What if he comes straight for me?”“Your royal command voice still works, right?”He gave a tight nod. “Yes. It still works.”“Then that is your real weapon. Not claws. Not strength.”The camp looked like a graveyard. A few dying fires flickered. Groaning, wounded lay on makeshift beds. Every detail was staged. The truly injured, along with baby Alaric, stayed safe deep in the tunnels. Everyone else played their part.I sat in the main medical tent, clutching the decoy bundle to my
Three days after the battle, we gathered to honor our dead.Seventeen pyres.Seventeen lives lost to Aldric's betrayal and ambition.Marcus's pyre stood at the center.The largest.Not because he was more important than the others—every life was precious.But because he was Beta. Because his sacrifice had saved us all.I stood before it, with Alaric bundled peacefully against my chest in his wrap.Three days old.A relentless three days of vigilance, scanning every shadow for lurking threats.Just three days, and sleep had become a distant memory.“He would have loved to meet him,” Erica said softly beside me.My daughter had been quieter since Marcus's death.More withdrawn.They'd been close—he'd been training her, teaching her to be a warrior.Now that the teacher was gone.&ldqu
The walls teemed with warriors when we surfaced, sunlight just breaking full.Three hundred of us lined up against four hundred incoming, plus whatever nightmare Drake spilled about in his last breaths.Everyone is locked in position now. Weapons are sharp and ready. Moonbane charms hummed softly a
The training hall turned into a full-on war factory overnight. Tables stretched end to end, covered in blank stones, carving tools, vials of blood, and half-finished runes glowing faintly in the torchlight.Twenty volunteers packed in with Thea, Erica, and me, turning the huge space into o
"Answer the damn question." Kael's voice cut through the room like ice cracking. Not a request. A straight command. The scout, chained tight and sweating buckets, finally broke."Drake. My name's Drake." "Why were you spying on us?" "Orders." "From who?" Drake's eyes flicked everywhere, huntin
Sleep hit me like a brick wall. No dreams, just black nothing while my body tried to patch itself together.Then the nightmares







