LOGINKYLA’S POV
"What happened to the future Alpha?" Claudia asked. "He was sick of waiting around for the trackers to find your daughter, so he stormed off into the woods trying to catch on to Vivica's scent," the Luna sniffled, choking on her sobs. "And?" my father asked. "He searched for hours, but there was no sign of her. And when he lost her scent, he got angry and kicked a tree hard. He was so deep in his grief, he didn't see the tree until it was too late. It fell on him and knocked him out cold," Alpha Morgan finished for his wife. "Oh no!" Claudia gasped, and Father swallowed hard. "There's more. I'm just coming from the hospital." The Luna had a pale look on her face. "Don't tell me my son is...," Alpha Morgan couldn't even get himself to say it out loud. "No, he's not dead. But the doctors tried everything, Morgan, and his bones were so badly crushed his wolf was unable to heal him." "What are you saying, woman? Spit it out!" the Alpha shook her violently. "Tormund is crippled. He will never walk again." "NOOOOOOO!" The Alpha fell to his knees, a howl tearing from his soul. His wife dropped to the floor next to him and began to sob bitterly as she hugged her husband. "We have to do something. I cannot let my only son live like this. I don't care what it costs...we have to fix him," Tabitha cried. Claudia had tears running down her face as well. "Are you talking about black magic, Luna?" Tabitha's eyes blazed. "Black, white, or grey, I don't care. I will trade my soul if it means my son walks again. Whoever heals him, whatever their price is, we will give it to them." Morgan's rage refocused. His finger shot toward me. "Your disgusting daughter will be tried and punished for this," the Alpha said to the Beta. "If she hadn't threatened that sweet and loving Vivica, she wouldn't have left that suicide note for Tormund, and he wouldn't have run into the woods like a madman and gotten himself hurt." Father bowed his head. "I understand, Alpha." "Then get her out of my sight before I end her right here!" Father pulled me to another room where we could be alone. "Father, I promise I didn't do anything." "Silence!" His voice thundered. "Do you want our family destroyed? Do you want us cast out in shame? The Alpha will kill you for this. Kill us even. Unless..." His eyes narrowed. "...you heal Tormund." "What? Father, I... I can't—" "Oh yes, you can." His laugh was cruel. "I saw you heal that bird at the cemetery the other day. So don't fucking lie to me. You will heal Tormund using your damn witchcraft. And when they ask your price, demand marriage. Our family cannot lose its place. Vivica may be dead for all we know, so you will have to take her place." I was shocked. I had admired Tormund in silence for years, but I would never have dared to dream of such a bond, especially since I found out he despised me, plus I was nothing but an ugly duckling. Which man in their right mind will want a scarred woman like me? "Father, I can't," I said. His eyes glowed. "Oh yes, you will. Do you want to die? Do you want your family's blood on your hands? You're gonna march back into that room and tell the Alpha and Luna that you will heal their son. And that's an order from your Beta and father." My father used his Beta aura on me, so I had no choice but to obey whatever he had demanded. "Ok, Father. I will do it." I marched back into the room, and the Alpha stood to his feet with his claws out, ready to dig into my neck. "You dare show your face here again?" "I can heal Tormund!" I shouted. His claws stilled midair. "I can fix him. I can make him walk again." The Luna gasped, hope flooding her tear-streaked face. She slowly stood to her feet. Claudia spat, "Lies! She's only trying to save her worthless hide." "Shut up, Claudia," my father growled. "Let her speak." "Can you really heal him?" Luna Tabitha asked. "Yes, Luna." "You?" the Alpha scoffed. "I don't believe it." He narrowed his eyes. "I should rip your tongue out for such blasphemy." But the Luna was desperate to save her son. She didn't care if I was telling the truth or not, she just wanted me to try. "If you can really heal my son, I will give you anything you want. Money? Clothes? You name it, and it's yours." I looked to my father, who nodded at me, giving me the permission to go ahead and ask for what he had told me to ask for. I sighed. "If I succeed, my only wish is to...marry Tormund." The Alpha hesitated, and Tabitha clenched her teeth. "This is ridiculous!" Claudia began to protest, but Albert grabbed her by the shoulders and growled at her. She immediately cowered away to the side of the room with anger boiling in her veins. The Luna grabbed the Alpha's palm, and he looked at his wife and saw the pain on her face. The Alpha sighed, then his dark eyes landed on me. "This better work, or you and your entire family are dead." ****** Within a week, my powers nursed Tormund back from the brink of death. His bones magically healed, and he was walking again. His parents wept with joy as their son was no longer crippled. And as promised, my wish was granted. A month after Tormund's miraculous recovery, I became his wife and my family's status was safe. The ceremony was small and suffocating. Tormund barely looked at me, let alone spoke to me. But he marked me in front of our families, and I felt the bond sear into my soul, branding me his forever. I didn't get to mark him, since my wolf was too shy to do it in public, but Tormund assured our families that he would let me do it before the night ends. But on our wedding night, Tormund's cold words shattered my heart. "Don't think for one minute that because you forced this marriage with your schemes, that I will ever love you. Prepare to live like a widow beside me. Because you are dead to me, and I am dead to you."KYLA'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 POV"You are not a freak, Kyla. You are a catalyst," Wynona said, her voice dropping to a low. "But this situation with Lowell and Cyrus is more dangerous than you realize. They are twins, two halves of the same royal coin, and the mountain is reacting to the instability of your choice. You are the anchor, but if you don't choose, the anchor will drag everyone down into the depths.""How can I choose when I feel pulled in both directions?" I asked, my voice cracking with the weight of the confession. "Lowell is the man I met when I was lost, the one who made me feel seen for the first time. And Cyrus... Cyrus is the one who stayed when everything went to hell. He's the one who fought for me when I couldn't fight for myself."Wynona looked away, staring out at the golden ripples of the honey lake as if she could see through time itself. "It is a cruel position to be in, and I do not envy you the burden. But you must understand that the stakes are higher than your own happiness.
KYLA'S POVSofia's words kept replaying in my head. I needed to talk to Wynona. I found her sitting on a weathered stone bench near the edge of the ancient willow, her hair catching the early light like spun silk. She looked regal and timeless, yet there was a weariness in her eyes that hadn't been there when she first arrived to save us from the dark witches.I approached her slowly, my boots crunching softly on the grass, and she didn't even look up before she spoke. "I knew you would find me eventually, Kyla. You always did have a way of seeking out the truth when the world started to get too loud for you.""I have a lot of questions, Wynona," I said, my voice steadier than I felt as I sat down beside her. "And I think I deserve some straight answers for once."She finally turned to look at me, and her expression softened into something deeply maternal and pained. She reached out, covering my hand with her own, and her skin was surprisingly warm. "Before we dive into the mysteries
THIRD-PERSON POV 'That was a very unwise thing to do,' Lowell's beast growled in his mind, its tone sharp and reproachful. 'You went off course to escort that foolish Luna back to safety. What was she even thinking going out alone in the woods at a time like this? And pregnant at that.' 'She is
TORMUND'S POVI couldn't believe what I'd just learned. The anger burning inside me was so violent that my whole body trembled with it. My initial thoughts about Kyla, every suspicion I'd buried, every doubt I'd ignored were true. She was evil, wicked and manipulative.That conniving witch had play
TORMUND'S POV It had been three days since I'd last looked at Kyla rotting in the dungeon. Three days of refusing to step foot down there, even though the damn mate bond kept clawing at my insides, dragging my thoughts toward her like some pathetic tether. I hated her. I hated her with everything
LOWELL'S POV"The Wolf Mother's Bone!" Alpha Tormund snarled, his voice echoing across the clearing. "I should have known.""Well?" Cyrus asked, his tone sharp and taunting. "Where is it?""You're out of luck. I don't have it," Tormund said, squaring his shoulders like he was ready to attack."Don'







