Mag-log inLanka Monroe"You like looking at the wall or what, Andrew?" I ask, walking back into the warm room with a fresh bowl of wash water.Andrew sits up in the big bed. He looks very cold, just like ice. He looks at me, then he closes his eyes big and tight. "I am just thinking about the old days, Lanka.""What old days?" I ask, putting the wood bowl down on the table. "You look like you are seeing ghosts.""I am thinking about how you always run around with Lucian when we are pups," Andrew says, his voice very low and rough. "You never call him by his rank. You two always fight and play in the snow like best friends.""Lucian is just easy to talk to," I say, my hands shaking a little bit. "Why are you bringing him up now?""Because you are always wild and happy around him," Andrew growls, his amber eyes flashing dark. "You are never that loud around me. You drink your first cup of sweet berry wine with him, and you even yell his name when you are having bad dreams in the den. You two stay
"Are you going to cross the stone floor or keep hovering like a specter, Lanka?"The rough, demanding rumble of Andrew’s voice shattered the stillness of the corridor, snapping me out of my daze. My knuckles white against the stone wall, I looked up to find his golden eyes fixed directly on mine.The heavy scent of charred mountain tobacco clung to his tunic, and for a long moment, my inner wolf hesitated to move. I had spent so long guarding my throat from his wrath that this quiet waiting felt like a trap, an illusion designed to mock my low status. I feared he was merely keeping tabs on his marked territory, not offering a bridge between our fractured spirits.But that fierce, possessive alpha note in his command was unmistakable.A complex ache—part bitter memory, part deep, submissive longing—surged through my core as I slowly walked into his space. Without baring my throat, I reached up and pulled the burning rolled leaf directly from his scarred fingers."The pack shamans stric
"The lower-ranking packs always whisper that Beta Martin West cannot even control a minor border squabble, claiming his old age has softened his claws," Carllo muttered, his chest rumbling as he watched the old warrior tend to his mate."Any omega in the northern valleys would give their life-force to be claimed by a warrior like Martin," I replied softly, my eyes fixed on the couple. "Through all the seasons of Barbara's blindness and her failing inner beast, his devotion has never wavered.""The only curse on their den was losing Alpha Quentin," Carllo whispered back. "A tragedy that makes even the strongest packs weep."I took a slow breath, stepping closer to the recovery furs. "Matriarch Barbara, you must preserve your health. Only then can Quentin's spirit rest in the upper skies, knowing his pack-mother is whole."Barbara’s head snapped toward the sound of my voice, her sightless eyes widening. "Andrew, whose scent is that in our den?"Andrew stepped forward, his massive hand l
"Daniel Cho didn't flinch for a second when I brought up Echo Ridge Villa, Carllo," I muttered, the tension finally leaving my shoulders as we paced the lower walkway of Silverline Medical Center."The Alpha's personal beta investigator? If Andrew had an unbonded wolf stashed away in the southern valley, Daniel would be the one supplying the game-meat," Carllo growled back, his voice dropping into a low rumble. "Serena is chasing ghosts. She cannot even count the cycles of the moon.""Exactly. Sixteen winters ago? Andrew hadn't even undergone his first shift. He was barely a pup chewing on training bones," I replied, a sharp laugh escaping my throat. "She might as well claim he found a soul-bond from a past life twenty-eight seasons ago.""It's completely absurd," Carllo agreed, his chest vibrating with a rough chuckle. "Go check on your mate, Lanka. He's probably tearing the sheets apart wondering where his omega ran off to."My inner wolf felt incredibly light, the remaining dread f
"Lanka, you saw Paige Gardner's scouts just now, didn't you?" Serena barked, stepping directly into my path as I moved toward the elevator shaft. She shoved her hands onto her hips, her eyes flashing beneath her mask. "Your old pack elders are practically rotting in the lower marshes because they can't afford the healing herbs for their silver-burns. You carry the pure Monroe lineage, yet you stay up here in the high towers pretending they don't exist. That is a disgusting lack of loyalty to your blood, isn't it?"I ground my boots to a halt, looking down at Serena's trembling frame before letting a cold smile touch my lips. "Well, you are standing right here, Serena. Since your heart bleeds so deeply for the rogue factions, why don't you empty your personal gold reserves for them? After all, those exact rebels shielded your secret camp for six winters and kept your dirty secrets."I took a step to brush past her shoulder, but Serena’s fingers clamped hard around my forearm."Lanka, d
"Me, whimper like a submissive pup? Your hearing must be failing you, Alpha," I muttered, trying to narrow my eyes defiantly even as the heat flared down my neck.Only moments before, we had been tangled together on the cot, our palms joined over the swelling spark of our unborn cub. Feeling Lucas’s tiny pulse beneath Andrew's massive hand had left me completely unmoored, the raw instinct of a shared bond washing over me until I let a soft, broken sound slip past my teeth without realizing it.Now, with Andrew’s dark amber gaze locked onto me, heavy with a dangerous amusement, my tongue felt completely glued to the roof of my mouth."If you won't claim me with your voice, Lanka, I’ll just have to mark those lips again," Andrew growled, his scent of crushed pine and winter frost surging forward as he closed the remaining distance between us.My skin burned hotter, but the feral blood of the Monroe pack didn't let me back down. I tilted my jaw up, crashing my mouth against his before he
I glared at him, my eyes narrowing until they felt like they might spark. "Can’t you tell I’m talking about swallowing gunpowder? I'm five seconds away from exploding."Andrew barely moved, though one corner of his mouth twitched upward. "If you’re so full of fire, Lanka, just try not to blow me up
"Lanka, I bought this bracelet myself. How could it possibly belong to your family? Framing me with such a pathetic excuse... it's not a good look for you."Serena’s voice broke into fresh sobs, but I didn't let go of her wrist. I pulled it closer, my eyes narrowing as I scrutinized the stone. At a
Carllo realized his "tough-love" routine was hitting a wall with a teenager and quickly backpedaled, “Hey, I was just messing with you, kid; don't take it to heart.”Lucas gave him a sharp eye roll, sporting a smug look that said as if I’m as gullible as you.At the sight of them bickering, my lips
I whipped my head around as the sea of onlookers suddenly cleaved in two. Two rows of Enforcers in black tactical gear surged forward, clearing a path with practiced, lethal efficiency.A tall, imposing figure strode through the gap, his presence hitting the room like a physical blow. Andrew’s shar







