LOGINKyla Eclipse is the true-born daughter of Beta Albert Eclipse of the Moonveil Pack. At just five years old, tragedy rips her world apart after a bandit attack leaves her mother dead and Kyla lost in the woods for ten years. There, she is taken in by Wynona, a mysterious witch who teaches her forbidden magic and warns her to guard their secret with her life. One day, when Kyla is fifteen years old, she stumbles upon a flyer with her face on it. It also has the name of her pack and a map to find her way home. She says her goodbyes to Wynona and makes her journey back to her father. But the pack she returns to is nothing like the one she remembers. Her father has remarried the cruel Claudia, who has thrust her own daughter, Vivica, into Kyla's place. Vivica thrives as the Beta's "true" heir, while Kyla is tormented, mocked, and scarred by the mysterious fire that nearly kills her the night she comes home. Three years later, Vivica is engaged to Tormund, the Alpha's son and the only man Kyla has ever loved. But just days before the wedding, Vivica takes her own life, leaving behind letters blaming Kyla for her misery. Enraged, Tormund goes into the woods to release his anger, only to suffer a tragic accident that leaves him crippled forever. Desperate and heartbroken, the Alpha and Luna promise anything to the one who can heal their son. Under pressure from her father, Kyla's darkest secret is exposed when he reveals that he knows about her witchcraft. Cornered, betrayed, and desperate to seize control of her fate, Kyla faces the Alpha and Luna with an unflinching demand: "I can heal Tormund... but my only wish is to marry your son."
View MoreKYLA'S POVThe peace of the mountain was shattered by a sound that made my hair stand on end. Before I could even reach for the silver light in my palms, a pack of rogue wolves burst from the underbrush. These weren't the noble shifters of the Peak; they were mangy, wild-eyed, and foaming at the mouth, driven mad by the lingering scent of being wild and untamed. "Get back!" Lowell roared, his voice already vibrating with the gravelly timbre of the beast.He moved like a blur of lethal muscle, meeting the lead wolf mid-air and snapping its neck with a sickening crunch. Beside him, Cyrus was a whirlwind of steel and red hair, his daggers flashing in the moonlight as he carved through the rogues with a terrifying, graceful efficiency. Even Derick joined in, his massive broadsword swinging in arcs that sent fur and dark blood flying into the dirt.The fight was fast, brutal, and over as quickly as it had started. I stood in the center, ready to do my thing, but the brothers hadn't left a
KYLA'S POV"I hate this, Kyla," he whispered, sitting down on the dirt a safe distance away. "I hate that I'm a weapon against you.”"It's not your fault, Cyrus," I said, clutching the blanket tighter. "It's the bond. It's the mountain. It's... everything.""Is it?" He tilted his head, the firelight dancing in his red hair. "Or is it just that Lowell and I are two halves of a whole that were never meant to be split? Derick was right. We nearly broke the world once because we couldn't share. And here we are, doing it again."Again? I wondered, but I was in too much pain to press the matter. "You're not sharing a toy, Cyrus. You're talking about a woman," I reminded him, my voice gaining a bit of its old bite.He smiled, that lopsided, heart-melting grin that usually preceded some kind of trouble. "I know that. Believe me, I know. You're the Wolf Mother. You're the one who survived the fire and the frost. You're... you're everything I didn't know I was looking for in those ten years of
KYLA'S POVThe moment came where we had to travel to Cyrus's stronghold. I kept feeling this pain inside me that I couldn't cipher. It started as a dull throb in my chest, right where the silver scars met my collarbone, but as the hours ticked by, the sensation began to split. It was like a tug-of-war was happening in my very soul. To my right, Lowell walked with a steady, heavy grace, his presence a constant hum of earth and deep forest. To my left, Cyrus moved like a shadow, his energy sharp and electric.And I was the rope they were pulling on."You're limping," Cyrus said, suddenly appearing at my side. He didn't touch me, but I could feel the heat radiating off him. "Or at least, you're walking like your boots are made of lead. Do you need a break?""I'm fine, Cyrus," I snapped, though the words felt like they were coated in sandpaper. "It's just the incline.""The incline is barely a five-degree slope, Kyla," Lowell rumbled from my other side. He stopped walking, forcing the re
LOWELL'S POVThe morning sun was doing its best to be cheerful, but my head felt like a pack of rogue silver-claws was using my brain for target practice. Shifting back into my human skin always left me feeling raw, but doing it after a night of war and whatever psychological warfare the lagoon games had provided was a new level of exhaustion.I leaned against a sturdy oak, watching the camp come to life. Beside me, Cyrus was picking dirt out from under his fingernails with a stray dagger, looking far too relaxed for a man who had been exiled for a decade. Derick was pacing nearby, his eyes drifting—not for the first time toward the medical tents where Sofia was currently fussing over a very hungover Charles."You blew it, Dee," Cyrus said, not even looking up from his task. His voice had that annoying, singsong quality he used whenever he was about to poke a bruise. "Seriously. You're staring so hard I'm surprised her clothes hasn't caught fire. So stop looking at her like that."Der
KYLA'S POVI woke up to the feeling of soft, warm pressure against my skin. It was Cyrus, showering my cheek with light, lingering kisses that made the remnants of my nightmares dissolve like mist. The cabin was quiet, the only sound the crackle of the embers in the hearth and the distant, lonely w
LOWELL'S POVThe trek to the Iron Mountains was nothing short of a descent into hell. It had been three grueling days since we fled the Moonveil territory, and every mile was bought with blood. The closer we got to the jagged, snow-capped peaks, the more the world seemed to turn against us.Clarenc
VIVICA'S POVThe blessing ceremony had been a total joke. Standing there on that hill, smelling the cloying scent of jasmine and the metallic tang of that ancient bone, I had felt like a puppet on strings. Tormund looked at me like I was a stranger he was forced to tolerate, and the Lycan King? Low
KYLA'S POVCyrus didn't waste a single second after he realized his body was completely whole again. He stood up with a new kind of energy, his muscles rippling under his perfect skin. He looked like a man who had just been reborn. He grabbed the heavy dresser from the corner and shoved it in front






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