LOGINZinnia’s POV
(Present day, now 24 years old) The garden smelled like roses and fresh lemon tarts. Laughter floated through the air. Pack members stood in small groups, talking and eating. I moved between them with a big smile on my face. Inside, my heart felt heavy. I arranged the pastries on the long table. My hands moved slowly. I had woken up at four in the morning to bake them. Each tart had a perfect swirl of cream on top. I wanted everything to look beautiful. "I am telling you, I saw them," a woman whispered behind the tall hedge. I froze. My fingers stayed on the edge of the platter. "With Maelis?" another voice asked. "Yes. She left the east wing at dawn. Her dress was wrinkled. His scent was all over her." My stomach twisted. I kept my face calm and picked up a fresh plate of tarts. "You are sure?" the second woman asked. "Very sure. And someone heard them three nights ago in his study. The sounds… they were clear." I turned around with the plate in my hands. Two she-wolves, Cassandra and Fiona stood close together. Their eyes went wide when they saw me. "Luna Zinnia!" Cassandra said quickly. Her cheeks turned red. "We were just" "Would you like some lemon tarts?" I asked. My voice sounded light and friendly. "I made them this morning." They both took one. Their hands shook a little. "The party is lovely," Fiona said. She looked anywhere but at my eyes. "Thank you," I replied. I kept smiling even though my chest felt tight. "I am glad you are enjoying it." I walked away from them. My legs felt heavy. The mate bond in my chest pulled and burned. It had been hurting more often lately. Like something inside it was starting to crack. I looked across the garden for my son. There he was — little Juniper. Five years old. He sat alone near the fountain, playing with the small wooden wolf I carved for him. His shoulders were hunched. He always looked small at these parties. He lifted his head and saw me. A tiny smile touched his lips. I smiled back and mouthed, “Five more minutes, then snacks.” He nodded and went back to his toy. My heart ached. He was so careful. So quiet. He had learned early not to ask for too much from his father. I kept walking through the crowd. I greeted everyone. I asked about their families. I played the perfect Luna. No one could see the storm inside me. Then I saw her. Maelis Crowe stood near the rose bushes. Her long pale hair shone in the sunlight. She looked beautiful and calm. And my son was with her. June held her hand. He looked up at her with bright eyes. She leaned down and whispered something. He giggled. The sound hit me like cold water. He rarely giggled like that with me anymore. I walked toward them. Each step felt harder than the last. "June, sweetheart," I said when I reached them. "Come get some cookies with me." "But Maelis was telling me a story about a brave wolf," he said softly. "Now, please," I said. My voice stayed gentle, but firm. June let go of her hand. He looked sad as he walked to the dessert table. I turned to Maelis. Her ice-blue eyes met mine. She smiled slowly. "Stay away from my son," I said quietly. Maelis tilted her head. "He came to me, Luna. He seems lonely. Poor boy spends so much time by himself." Her words cut deep. I felt heat rise in my chest. "I am warning you," I said. Maelis stepped closer. Her voice dropped low. "Your husband prefers my company. Your son smiles more with me. You are losing them, Zinnia. And soon everyone will see it." I wanted to shout. I wanted to let my wolf Selene push forward. But I swallowed everything down. "Excuse me," I said. "I need to check on something inside." I walked away fast. Behind me, I heard Maelis laugh softly. The sound followed me like a shadow. The rest of the party passed in a blur. I smiled. I talked. I pretended everything was fine. But my mind kept replaying her words. Later that evening, the garden grew quiet. Most pack members had gone home. I walked into the pack house. My heels clicked on the stone floors. The sound echoed in the empty halls. I needed to find Draven. We had to talk. I could fix this. I could be better. I could make him see me again. I went toward the east wing. His private study and chambers were there. My heart beat faster with every step. Maybe he was stressed. Maybe Maelis was just there at the right time. I could change things. I could spend more time with him. I could be the wife he needed. I reached his study door. It was slightly open. I lifted my hand to knock. Then I heard it. A low moan came from his private chambers behind the study. "Ah… yes, Draven…" My blood turned cold. The mate bond screamed inside my chest. Pain shot through me like fire. I pushed the study door open. It moved without a sound. The door to his chambers was open too. I could see everything. Draven had Maelis bent over his desk. Her dress was pulled up. His hands gripped her hips hard. He moved against her with strong, steady thrusts. Her moans filled the room. The smell of sex and his scent mixed with hers hit me like a wall. I could not breathe. Draven looked up. His ice-blue eyes met mine. For a few seconds, he did not stop. He kept moving while looking straight at me. Then he finally pulled away. Maelis turned her head. She saw me. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face. "Oh," she said, breathing hard. "Luna. You came at a bad time." Draven straightened his clothes. His face stayed calm. Cold. "Zinnia," he said. "You should still be outside with the guests." I stood frozen in the doorway. My hands shook. The mate bond twisted violently in my chest. "You are with her… while our son is outside?" My voice came out small. Maelis laughed softly. She did not even cover herself properly. Draven stepped forward. "This does not concern you." "It does not concern me?" I repeated. Tears burned my eyes. "You are my husband." He opened his mouth to speak. But then small footsteps came from behind me. "Mommy? I saved you a cookie" I turned fast. Little June stood there. He held a cookie in his small hand. His eyes went wide as he saw Maelis half-dressed and the messy scene in the room. "Mommy?" he said again. But this time his eyes moved to Maelis. Maelis smiled warmly and crouched down. "Come here, sweet boy," she said softly. "Did you bring that cookie for me?" June looked at me, then at her. Confusion filled his young face. I reached out my hand. "June, come to Mama." But he took one step toward Maelis. The mate bond cracked louder inside me. And then Maelis opened her arms. June walked slowly into them.Zinnia’s POVWe stopped for the night under a thick stand of pines.Joseph found a place where the ground was dry and the trees blocked most of the wind. We made a small fire that gave more heat than light. June fell asleep early, worn out from the long walk and the sadness he still carried. His wooden wolf rested under his arm the way it always did.Joseph and I sat a short distance from the fire. The night was cold and clear. Stars showed through the high branches. For a long time neither of us spoke.I was the one who broke the silence.“He still has not said much about Sam or the school,” I said. “The quiet worries me more than the tears did.”Joseph nodded. “He is holding it inside. Children do that when the loss feels too big to name.”“I keep asking myself if I should have stayed one more day. Just to let him say goodbye.”“One more day might have been the day the second stranger knocked on our door,” Joseph said. “You chose the safer path for him. It still costs. Both things a
Zinnia’s POVWe drove until the sky turned gray.Joseph found a hidden track that led into a thick group of trees. He stopped the truck and turned off the engine. The sudden quiet felt loud after the long night of road noise.June woke when the truck stopped. He looked around at the trees and the cold morning light. His face was still full of sleep, but the questions came fast.“Are we going back to the boarding house later?”I took a breath. “No. We cannot go back.”He sat up straight. The wooden wolf fell from his lap onto the seat. “What about school? What about Sam? I told him I would play ball when the snow melts.”The pain in his voice cut me. I reached for his hand. He pulled it back.“I know this hurts,” I said. “I know you liked it there. But the men asking questions made it unsafe. We had to leave.”June’s eyes filled with tears. He did not cry out loud. He turned his face toward the window and watched the trees. His small shoulders shook once.Joseph spoke in a low, careful
Zinnia’s POVThe world moved faster than we hoped.By mid-morning I could feel the change in the town. People looked at me longer when I stepped outside. Two women near the well stopped talking when I passed. A man from the market nodded at me with a strange mix of thanks and worry. The story of the gold light and the healed child was already traveling from mouth to mouth.Joseph left early to watch the roads. He told me to stay inside with the door locked until he returned. June stayed home from school. We had already decided it was safer that way. He sat at the table with a pencil and paper, but he did not draw much. He kept glancing at the window.“Are people talking about you again?” he asked.“Yes,” I said. I kept my voice calm. “That is why we are being careful today.”He went back to his paper. His small shoulders stayed tight.Near noon a knock sounded at the door. It was not Joseph’s knock. I motioned for June to go into the bedroom. He went at once and closed the door most o
Zinnia’s POVI was packing a small bag when the knock came.It was hard and fast. Joseph moved to the door at once and looked through the side window. He glanced back at me with a tight face and then opened the door a little.A man and a woman stood outside. I knew them from the market. They lived near the south edge of town. Their little girl was about June’s age. The woman held the child in her arms. The girl’s face was pale. Her breathing sounded wrong, short and wet.“Please,” the woman said. Her voice shook. “We know you stopped. We know you do not want people to talk. But she is getting worse. The clinic could not help. The fever will not break. We have no one else.”Joseph looked at me. I could see the warning in his eyes. We were supposed to stay quiet. We were supposed to leave soon. Any use of the gift could draw the wrong attention.I looked at the child. Her small chest rose and fell too fast. Her lips had a faint blue edge. The gift under my skin woke me at once and pushe
Zinnia’s POVThe letter came in the afternoon.A boy from the next farm brought it to the boarding house door. He said an old woman on the south road paid him a coin to deliver it to the people in the corner rooms. Then he ran off before I could ask more questions.Joseph took the envelope and checked it carefully. There was no name on the outside. Inside we found a single sheet of paper with short lines written in a tight hand.It was Christiana’s handwriting, I knew it at once.We sat at the table while June was still at school. Joseph read the words out loud in a low voice.“I am alive, I am hunted.The old enemies found my trail after I left you. I lead them in circles for now, do not look for me yet, Baelor is not done yet, he’s been gathering scattered wolves from broken packs.He wants power more than ever, he may move against the weak Alpha, he may also move against you and the boy.Watch both sides and stay free.The room felt colder after the last line.I took the paper and
Zinnia’s POVI thought June was asleep.Joseph and I had kept our voices low in the common room. We talked about the message and the ten days and the choice to leave. We did not shout. We did not use hard words. Still, some of the talk must have carried through the thin wall.I found him sitting up in bed when I went to check on him. His wooden wolf was pressed tight against his chest. His eyes were wide in the dark.“Mama,” he said in a small voice. “Are the bad people from the old pack coming?”My heart sank. I closed the door softly behind me and sat on the edge of his bed.“Why do you ask that?”“I heard you and Joseph. You said the Frost Pack. You said they watched the school. You said we might have to leave.”I took a slow breath. I did not want to lie to him. I also did not want to fill him with more fear than he already carried.“There are people who still remember us,” I said carefully. “They sent a message. We do not like the message. So we are being very careful. That is al







