The hunter’s finger curled on the trigger.
Time fractured into pieces, Kael’s growl vibrating the earth beneath my feet, my wolf clawing for release, the faint flutter of the child inside me. Danger pressed in on every side, choking the night air. Kael moved first. One second he was at my side, the next he was a blur of muscle and shadow, launching toward the hunter with speed that blurred the lines between man and wolf. The crossbow bolt fired, slicing through the air with a deadly hiss. “Kael!” I screamed, but he twisted mid-leap, the arrow grazing his shoulder instead of burying itself in his chest. He hit the hunter with bone-cracking force, sending both of them crashing to the ground. The forest erupted in violence. The hunter rolled, shockingly fast, and drove a silver dagger upward. Kael snarled, catching the man’s wrist before the blade could pierce flesh. They grappled, strength straining against skill, predator against predator. I didn’t hesitate. My knife flashed in the moonlight as I sprinted forward, my wolf surging with borrowed power. The bond sang, Kael’s fury fueling mine, the glow in my hands flaring as I raised the blade. The hunter saw me coming. He wrenched free of Kael’s grip and swung the crossbow like a club. Wood cracked against my ribs, the impact sending me stumbling back with a cry. Pain seared through me, but my wolf rose, furious, clawing for control. My glow brightened, flooding my veins like fire. “Stay back!” Kael barked, his Alpha command crashing through me. But I shoved it off, snarling. “Don’t you dare....” The hunter lunged again, dagger gleaming. Kael met him head-on, their bodies colliding in a brutal dance of strength and blood. He slammed the man against a tree, bark splintering from the impact. The dagger fell, skittering across the ground, but the hunter twisted free with inhuman persistence, swinging a second hidden blade. Silver kissed Kael’s skin, slicing a shallow line along his ribs. The Alpha’s growl shook the trees. His wolf surged, breaking through. His claws lengthened, teeth bared, eyes blazing silver-gray. The shift hovered beneath his skin, half-man, half-wolf, a terrifying glimpse of the beast within. The hunter faltered, but only for a moment. “Monster,” he spat, spittle flying. “Your kind should be wiped clean.” “Try me,” Kael snarled, his voice more wolf than man. The fight turned savage. Kael’s claws raked, tearing fabric and flesh. The hunter countered with desperate strikes, one nearly sinking into Kael’s side before I intercepted, slamming my glowing hand into the man’s chest. Power surged, a pulse that knocked him backward like a thrown ragdoll. He hit the earth hard, the air rushing from his lungs. I froze, staring at my hand. The glow dimmed, but the imprint of its power lingered in my bones. My wolf howled, exhilarated. The hunter groaned, dragging himself up. Blood streaked his face, but his smile was vicious. “The rumors were true,” he rasped, eyes flicking to my stomach again. “That child’s no ordinary pup. Power like that....” Kael’s snarl cut him off. “You’ll never speak of it again.” He lunged, claws flashing, but the hunter twisted with desperate strength. His hand closed around the fallen dagger, blade glinting as he drove it upward, straight toward me. Instinct took over. I raised my glowing hands, crossing them before me. The blade struck, and shattered. A burst of light exploded outward, sending the hunter flying once more, this time against a tree with bone, crunching force. His body crumpled, motionless. Silence crashed over the clearing. I staggered back, chest heaving, my hands trembling with the aftershock of power. The glow faded, but the memory of its force lingered, a thrumming energy tied to both me and the child. Kael stood frozen for a heartbeat, blood dripping from his wounds, his chest rising and falling with violent breaths. Then his gaze snapped to me. Not to the hunter’s corpse. To me. “What did you do?” he demanded, voice hoarse, torn between awe and fury. I shook my head, still reeling. “I—I don’t know. It just, happened.” The child stirred again, as if in answer. Kael’s jaw tightened, his wolf hovering close to the surface. He stepped toward me, his eyes blazing with something fierce, something dangerous. “That wasn’t just you, Aria. That was the heir. Our heir. You felt it, didn’t you? The strength.” I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the heat of battle. “Strength that just painted a target on us both.” A twig snapped in the distance. My wolf tensed. Kael’s head snapped up, nostrils flaring. “More,” he hissed. Adrenaline surged again. Shapes moved in the trees, shadows weaving between the trunks. Too many. Too fast. Rogues. “They were waiting for him,” I realized, dread settling in my gut. “The hunter wasn’t alone.” Kael grabbed my arm, pulling me close. His heat seared through me, the bond thrumming wildly. “We run,” he said, his command leaving no room for argument. I wanted to protest, to stand and fight, but the bond screamed agreement. The child’s pulse echoed in my veins. Survival came first. We fled into the forest, branches whipping against skin, the air thick with the stench of rogues closing in. Kael ran ahead, his body moving with lethal grace despite his wounds. I followed, my wolf lending speed, my glowing hands lighting faint trails in the dark. Behind us, howls split the night. Kael glanced back once, eyes wild. “They won’t stop now. Not until they have you.” The truth burned. Every step, every heartbeat, was a countdown. The hunter had been a spark. Now the fire was coming. And there was no hiding left.The war was over, but the silence that followed was worse.The battlefield still steamed from the blood spilled on it. Smoke drifted low across the valley, curling around the broken weapons, the shattered stones, the bodies of the fallen. The moon hung heavy overhead, bloated, bruised, and watching.Kael stood at the center of it all, his armor cracked, his knuckles raw, the scent of iron still thick on his skin. Around him, his pack moved through the wreckage, collecting what was left, burning what couldn’t be saved. They moved quietly, like ghosts, their victory hollow and heavy.They had won, but Kael felt nothing.He had killed the Shadow King with his bare hands. He’d ended the curse that chained their bloodline for generations. But the moment the final strike landed, the bond between him and Aria had flickered, and gone silent.And he knew.She’d run again.“Alpha,” Jarek said quietly, stepping up beside him. His Beta’s face was smeared with ash. “The scouts found tracks leading
The Hollow was older than any of us.Older than Kael’s pack. Older than the Circle.It wasn’t a fortress in the way most imagined, no iron gates or stone walls, but the forest itself wrapped around the clearing like it had made a promise long before we were born. Towering trees formed a canopy so thick, the sunlight fell in thin, broken shafts, turning the air into a patchwork of shadow and gold.The wolves slowed as we approached. Their shoulders dropped, their steps grew quieter. Even the forest seemed to hush, like it was holding its breath.Lyra was the first to cross the ward line. I saw the shimmer ripple against her skin, a thin veil of magic, older than hers but not hostile. It recognized her. It let her through.Kael stayed close to me, as he always did, a wall of heat and steel at my side. His hand brushed the small of my back, not pushing, just steadying. My legs still felt shaky, not from weakness exactly, but from the weight of what had happened. What I’d done.What I’d b
The forest still smelled like smoke and blood.By the time we reached the Hollow, dawn had folded into late afternoon. The trees grew denser here, taller, older, their roots knotted deep into the earth. The air hummed with something quiet but alive, like the forest itself was watching us.The Hollow wasn’t just a place. It was a sanctuary.The wolves had carved it out years ago, hidden beneath layers of spellwork and earth, woven into a valley wrapped in mist. No outsider had ever set foot here and lived to talk about it. The wards thrummed as we approached, soft pulses brushing against my skin like curious fingers.Kael’s hand was steady at the small of my back as we crossed the threshold.The moment the magic recognized him, the barrier parted like smoke on the wind.Lyra exhaled shakily behind us. “Gods. Finally.”The pack filed in one by one, bloodied but breathing. Rhea limped slightly on her left side but didn’t slow. Luka had streaks of blackened ash across his face, and Jarek
The forest didn’t trust the quiet.Neither did Kael.He held me like I was both an anchor and a live wire, something that could steady him, or burn us both down. The wolves stood in a loose perimeter around us, ears pricked, every muscle taut. Even with the sun bleeding pale gold through the branches, no one lowered their guard.The air still smelled faintly of scorched magic. Of things that weren’t supposed to exist outside the old stories.Lyra pushed herself to her feet first. She was trembling, but there was a set to her jaw that said she’d walk through fire if she had to. Her runes had faded back to faint silver scars along her forearms, like quiet echoes.“We need to move,” she said. “That was just the first wave.”Kael’s grip on me tightened. “First?”Lyra’s gaze slid toward the empty treeline, her mouth pressed in a thin line. “Old magic doesn’t come alone.”The wolves exchanged wary glances. No one spoke. They didn’t have to. We all felt it, the forest breathing wrong, too sh
The world didn’t breathe when the Circle went dark.For a heartbeat, maybe longer, everything was still. The last flickers of power sank into the stones, like fire retreating beneath cold ash. Only the echo of my scream remained, carved into the night air.Kael didn’t let go. His grip on me was steady, rough in a way that made it real. The ground was cold against my knees, the scent of burnt magic thick enough to choke.Lyra crouched near the edge of the Circle, her palms pressed flat to the earth. Her runes had dimmed, but her eyes hadn’t. They were sharp, cutting through the dark.“It’s over,” she said.But her voice didn’t sound like victory.Kael’s hand slid to the back of my neck, warm and grounding. “Can you stand?”I nodded, though it wasn’t entirely true. My body felt like glass held together by a whisper. When I tried to rise, the world tilted. Kael caught me easily, his arm a wall around my waist.“Easy,” he muttered. “You’re safe.”The words should have felt like relief.Th
The forest didn’t sing when we returned.Even after we left the Shadow Keep far behind, silence clung to us like a second skin. The pack moved as one, alert, restless, half expecting Ronan’s shadow to rise from the trees and strike again. But nothing came. Not a whisper. Not a tremor.Kael led the way, one hand never straying far from his blade. His steps were steady, but I could feel the tension in the way his shoulders locked with every sound. Lyra trailed behind, hood pulled low, the faint light of her runes nothing more than a pale ghost against the fading dusk.And me...I walked between them, feeling both lighter and more hollow than I’d ever felt in my life. The Veilstone had stripped Ronan’s bond from me. I could breathe without the weight of him pressing down on my ribs, could hear my heartbeat without the echo of his.But something else had been taken too.The bond that had been woven between me and the child was weaker now. Not gone, but thin. Like a fraying thread stretche