The guard who had carried her into the room stepped in, followed closely by two familiar figures, Lucille and her mother, Rose. Iris lifted her gaze to meet them. Without wasting a second, they rushed toward her. “Iris!” Lucille called, dropping beside her and wrapping her arms around her. Her mother joined in immediately, enveloping her in a warm embrace. Iris buried her face into her mom’s shoulder, trying to hold herself together. Lucille pulled back slightly, scanning her quickly. “Are you okay? Did they touch you? Did they hit you?” Iris shook her head, her voice soft. “No… no, they didn’t do anything to me.” Rose turned to the guard standing near the door. “We'll be down shortly please. The man nodded and stepped back. “Be down in ten minutes,” he said before quietly shutting the door behind him. Lucille gently touched Iris’s hand. “What were you thinking?” she asked, concern mixed with scolding. “Giving a display like that in front of everyone?” Iris let out a shak
As the guards held her tightly in place, waiting for Alpha Zane’s instruction, Iris kept writhing against their grip. Her voice rang out, her tone cracked with frustration and disbelief. “Let go of me! Why are you doing this?!” Then she looked at him again, glaring through the crowd that had gone eerily silent. “Oh, right,” she said bitterly. “You’re Alpha. The Alpha of this pack. I see. Then order them to let go of me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m your mate, so how can you be treating me this way?” But the more she spoke, the more Zane’s jaw tightened. His hazel eyes were hard and cold, his aura so heavy that even the warriors behind her tensed. Without raising his voice, he spoke, his words slicing like ice. “Take her to the detention room. She’ll remain there while the others are being oriented.” Iris gasped. “What?! No…this isn’t…!” Before she could finish, the guards began dragging her away. She kicked and pushed, but their grip only tightened. Her voice echoed off t
As they followed the guard, they arrived at a wide hall already brimming with people. The newcomers of Moonstone were gathered there, standing in loose groups, waiting for the orientation to begin. Iris scanned the crowd briefly, but her attention kept being pulled elsewhere.That scent!The closer they got, the stronger the sweet, rich and intoxicating scent became. Her heart began to race.The guard motioned for them to sit on one of the carved stone benches along the side, but Iris couldn’t sit. Her body moved on its own, her wolf clawing at her chest with a rising eagerness.Her mate was right there at that exact place and time, and she was going to meet him. What if he could smell her too and was already coming towards her?She started walking,then quickened her pace as she followed the scent.The scent tugged at her like a string. It led her past the crowd, past more guards and pack warriors. And then finally, she stopped right in front of a man.Her mate! Finally!He had his
ris gulped, blinking up at the tall man standing on her porch. He was huge, broad-shouldered, dressed in black from head to toe, with a face carved in stone and eyes that didn’t flinch. Everything about him screamed danger, guard, warrior and enforcer.Definitely not someone she wanted to annoy.“I’ll… just be a minute,” she managed, her voice smaller than she liked.The man gave a single, slow nod.Iris shut the door carefully, definitely not slamming it and turned back inside. Her heart was thumping a little too fast.“They’re here,” she said, stepping into the kitchen.Her mother looked up from the counter where she’d been slicing the last of their bread, her hands still damp. “Who?”“The people from Clawstone. Some guard…big guy, stiff.”Her mother’s eyes widened. “Oh, already?”She rinsed her hands quickly and dried them on the towel slung over her shoulder. “Alright, grab your things.”Their bags were already packed. One for each of them, essentials only. There hadn’t been time
The room was quiet, but Iris’s chest felt anything but still. Her fingers hovered above the clothes laid out on her bed, the same ones she’d grown up folding after school, the same blankets she used to hide under during thunderstorms. Now she was packing to leave them behind, this time for good.Her suitcase sat half-zipped beside her. It wasn’t just reluctance slowing her down, it was grief… and anger.She turned slightly, letting her eyes wander across the cracked windowpane. From here, she could still see the edge of the forest. Still imagine the smoke curling upward from the flames. Still hear the screams.The rogues hadn’t just taken lives. They’d taken everything.But she didn’t believe it had only been rogues.No one said it out loud, but everyone knew their Alpha, her Alpha had enemies. Too many of them. Too many debts, too many tempers flared, too many pack wolves sacrificed in fights that weren’t theirs. The man had power, but no purpose. Strength, but no sense. And in th