LOGINI am an Omega. On the day Elara Silvermane—a Beta, my charge—and I fled for our lives, I chose the east. She chose the west. To draw the hunters away from her, I disguised myself as Elara. Wore her cloak. Applied her scent oils to my throat. And when the enemy pack caught me, I was half-dead when a stranger intervened—Elara's promised Alpha, Kael Blackthorn. He thought I was her. I was badly wounded and lost my memory. He claimed me, mated me, coddled me for five years. Then he brought home a bloodied, shattered she-wolf. That was Elara. Kael believed I had deceived him. He poisoned me with wolfsbane tea. Watched me convulse on the floor. And now I've opened my eyes again. Back to the very day of our escape. I smiled at Elara and said, "Go east. Don't look back." This time, I choose to let go and let Kael be with the woman he loves.
View MoreThe blade fell.Kael's body went still. Blood pooled beneath him, black in the moonlight. I watched his chest rise once, twice, then stop.Cassian pulled me to my feet. "Don't look."I looked anyway. I needed to see him dead. Needed to believe it was over.It was.The coup happened without Kael.The prince moved too soon, expecting Blackthorn's wolves at his back. Instead, he found Cassian waiting—with evidence. Letters. Testimonies. A confession from Kael's own Beta, traded for mercy.The Council acted swiftly. The prince was stripped of his title, exiled to the northern wastes. His allies scattered.Cassian emerged as the High Alpha's right hand. Not bad for an outcast they'd tried to bury.I didn't attend the trials. Didn't watch the prince beg or the councilors weep. I stayed in the mountains, healing. Learning to be Lyra Moonwood again, not Kael's Omega or Elara's shadow.The weeks passed. Winter melted into spring.And then Elara came.She arrived alone, riding a borrowed horse,
I should have known Kael wouldn't let go.Two weeks after the Gala, I was walking the mountain trails alone—a stupid mistake. Cassian had warned me. But I'd grown careless, lulled by the peace of his territory.The wolfsbane dart hit my neck before I heard the shot.My legs buckled. The world tilted. As darkness swallowed me, I saw boots approaching. Blackthorn pack insignia.Kael's voice, distant and triumphant: "Got you."I woke in chains.Silver chains, wrapped around my wrists and ankles, bolted to a stone floor. My wolf howled in pain—silver burned us, suppressed our healing, turned our strength to ash.I was in Blackthorn manor. The dungeon beneath the main hall, where Kael kept his enemies.The door opened.Kael walked in, carrying a lantern. His smile was gentle—almost loving. That made it worse."You shouldn't have run, Lyra.""You shouldn't have kidnapped me."He set the lantern down, knelt beside me. His fingers traced my cheek. "I've been thinking about what you said at the
Cassian's territory was nothing like Blackthorn manor.His pack lived in the mountains—craggy peaks draped in mist, waterfalls thundering into hidden pools. The main lodge was built from dark stone and ancient timber, warmed by hearth fires that never died. Wolves moved freely here. No posturing. No fear.For the first week, I did nothing but sleep. Eat. Walk in the forest. My wolf—long suppressed—began to stir, testing her legs, tasting the air.Cassian gave me space. He was busy with pack business, Council politics, the endless scheming that kept him alive in the capital. But every evening, he found time to sit with me by the fire."Kael is searching for you," he said one night, not looking up from the reports in his lap. "He's sent wolves as far as the southern marshes."I pulled my knees to my chest. "Let him search."Cassian's grey eyes flicked to me. "He won't stop. You know that.""I know.""And Elara?"I hesitated. "She doesn't know I left. Not really. Kael probably told her I
I ran at moonrise.Elara's blessing ceremony was in full swing. The pack gathered at the Moon Temple, their howls rising in ancient song. Alpha Kael stood at the altar, playing the devoted mate. No one watched the servants' quarters.No one watched me.I slipped through the back corridor, my bag strapped across my chest. Cassian's pendant pressed against my skin, dulling my scent. The guards at the eastern gate were distracted, sharing a flask of wolfsbane wine.I climbed the wall. Dropped to the other side. And ran.The forest swallowed me whole.For two hours, I ran. Branches clawed at my face. My Omega lungs burned. But fear pushed me faster than any wolf could.I was halfway to the river—the boundary between Blackthorn territory and neutral ground—when the howls began.Hunting howls.Kael's pack.I dove into a thicket, pressing myself against the earth. The pendant hid my scent, but sound still carried. I held my breath.Paws thundered past. Voices snarled."She went east. I caught












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