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BREACHING THE BORDER

Author: Ana belle
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-08 02:05:48
The wind that rolled through Moonfang territory that morning tasted wrong. It wasn't the crisp, wild scent of pine and morning dew Veyra had grown up breathing—it was sharp, acrid, foreign. Even the birds, usually chattering in the trees before sunrise, had fallen silent.

She stood at the edge of the forest, arms wrapped around herself, watching as patrols doubled along the inner and outer perimeter. Her father's voice still echoed in her ears from earlier that day: "A breach means intent. It means war, if not now—soon."

It had started with a scout's report just after dawn. A tattered wolf, panting and bloodied, stumbled past the outer ridge and collapsed before Elias with four words that turned every head in Moonfang's stronghold:

"Obsidian Fang was here."

The name struck a chord like a blade against stone. The Order of Obsidian Fang was a ghost story, a nightmare whispered to pups to keep them from straying too far. A secret cult of wolves who lived in the shadows—wolves who
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  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   KAEL’s RETURN (contd)

    By midday, word of Kael's return had spread through Nightveil. Jon and Elias returned from the edge of the eastern ridge, exhausted and furious they hadn't found him sooner. Zarek remained tense, watching Kael from a distance like a wolf sizing up a wounded rival. The rest of the mates kept to themselves. The bond between them all felt... frayed.Later that evening, Veyra sat with her brother, Jon, in one of the castle's inner gardens. The twilight air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and moss, the sound of distant owls."You're worried," Jon said gently.Veyra nodded. "Something's different. He's different. I don't know if it's the time he spent alone, or... something else."Jon placed a hand over hers. "Sometimes, trauma doesn't announce itself with screams or tears. Sometimes it burrows deep. Quiet. Patient. Until it takes root."Veyra swallowed hard. "Do you think the Order found him?"Jon's gaze grew sharp. "I think you must trust your instincts. The bond has always told you

  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   KAEL’s RETURN

    The morning sun filtered through the high windows of Nightveil, casting long golden rays across Veyra's chamber. Her eyes fluttered open, the warmth of Zevi's body still lingering on her skin, though the space beside her in the bed was now empty. Zevi had left quietly sometime before dawn, careful not to wake her, yet his scent clung to the linens like a fading memory.But it wasn't the scent of Zevi or the soft hush of wind beyond the stone that consumed her thoughts. It was Kael.The ache of his absence had grown heavier each day. The bond still pulsed faintly in the back of her mind, proof he was alive, but it felt... muted. Like something had shifted, curled into itself and gone dormant. She tried to tell herself it was only distance—physical, emotional—but her wolf stirred restlessly in her chest, uneasy.She rose from the bed slowly, wrapping a thick shawl around her shoulders. The corridors of Zarek's fortress were quiet, save for the muffled shuffle of servants beginning their

  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   WHEN THE WOLF IS SILENT (contd)

    Veyra didn't speak for a long time after that. She rested against Zevi's chest, her fingers absently tracing circles over the scar beneath his collarbone—the one he'd gotten protecting her weeks ago. The wind had stilled, the night settling into a kind of hush that only came after tears had dried and fears had momentarily faded.Zevi's arm remained wrapped around her, grounding her. His breathing was deep, rhythmic. She thought he might have fallen asleep, but then he whispered, "When you look at me like that, it makes me think I might be enough."She lifted her eyes to his. "You are."But the words felt half-true. She wanted them to be whole, wanted her wolf to rise in agreement, to stir with need, with knowing. But there was only silence.Zevi didn't seem to notice her hesitation. "You know, my mother used to tell me that nightshade blooms wherever love dies. I thought it was just a story until I saw that field again, blooming in winter. That's why I took you there. I needed to know

  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   WHEN THE WOLF IS SILENT

    The search for Kael stretched into its third day. Every rising sun brought with it a heavier ache in Veyra's chest, a cold that settled in her bones and refused to be thawed, even by the heat of her magic. Nightveil's forest, once thick with mist and mystery, now pulsed with tension, every leaf rustling with unspoken questions. Where was Kael?She hadn't seen him since the fight. Since Zarek's voice had cracked like thunder in the clearing, and Kael, all muscle and fury, had shoved back against the Alpha with words laced in venom. "You act like you own her," Kael had spat. "But you only see your bond, not the girl beneath it."Zarek hadn't struck him—but something in his eyes had broken. And Kael... Kael had turned and walked into the trees without a backward glance.Now, Veyra sat at the edge of Nightveil's main camp, arms wrapped around her knees, her wolf pacing anxiously inside her. She could feel the tension in the pack like static. Search parties had been sent—Jon and Elias amon

  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   THE SILENCE BETWEEN STORMS

    The tension in Nightveil crackled like lightning in a clouded sky. Since their arrival, the presence of Veyra's other mates had left the pack on edge—five powerful wolves under one roof, and not one of them willing to step aside. But tonight, the line between restraint and rage was finally crossed.It started with a snarl—sharp, guttural, echoing across the Nightveil stronghold's central hall. Warriors paused mid-step. Servants ducked into doorways. And Veyra, seated near the hearth with a thick tome in her lap, felt the ripple in the bond like a knife brushing skin.Kael.She rose to her feet just as the door swung open. Zarek stood there, rigid, eyes aflame with fury. His shirt was torn at the collar, his knuckles bloodied. Behind him, Kael paced the length of the training grounds, chest heaving, face twisted with fury."He said I'm unworthy," Zarek growled without prompting. "That I lead with fear. That I broke you."Veyra pushed past him before he could finish, her heart thunderin

  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   THE BLADE IN THE DREAM

    The night was thick with silence. The kind that pressed down on the skin like a too-warm blanket, suffocating and unmoving. Veyra lay curled beneath the furs in Zarek's bed, the cool air from the Nightveil mountains drifting through the open window. She should have felt safe here—far from the Order's reach, protected within the stone walls of Zarek's keep—but something tugged at her from deep within. A cold, crawling feeling under her skin. It whispered of danger. Of betrayal. Of blood.Sleep found her, but it was not a restful kind. It came like a trapdoor opening beneath her, dragging her into a void laced with crimson and shadow.In the dream, she was standing alone in the forest. Not the woods she knew—this one was distorted, warped. The trees were too tall, their trunks twisting into the clouds like spires of bone. The leaves bled a dull, copper hue, and the wind carried no sound. Not even her heartbeat. Not even her breath.She was barefoot. The moss beneath her feet was soft, b

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