MasukThe first thing I learned about surviving in a world that wants you dead: never trust the quiet. Quiet is just the world holding its breath before it breaks your ribs.Cass’s warning rattled around my skull, colliding with Fen’s note and Kael’s heartbeat still echoing in my skin. I scrambled upright, adrenaline burning away the last of my exhaustion.Kael was on his feet in a blink, knife in hand. He scanned the trees, tension radiating off him in waves. Cass caught her breath, eyes too wide, hands shaking.“I saw them,” she said. “Old Growth shadows. Not wolves, or Exiles. Something else, something with silver eyes and marks I’ve never seen.” She shivered, eyes distant. “They moved like smoke through the trees, but the air around them went cold. Their skin looked like charcoal split with veins of light. The marks twisted and glowed, and when they looked at me, the shadows between the branches felt alive.”Kael’s jaw flexed. “Feral?”Cass shook her head. “Worse. They moved like they k
If you want to know the cost of being the Sovereign, try waking up every day knowing the world is waiting for you to slip.I used to think the hardest part of Sovereignty would be the politics, or the violence, or the pack mothers whispering in the market. It’s not. It’s waking up to the sound of your own heart racing, wondering if today is the day your luck runs out.The Hollow felt uneasy. Our hidden refuge, once a fortress of tangled roots and old magic and now the only home we had, seemed to breathe with tension. Jax had left early to barter for kitchen supplies and gossip. Cass was gone too, chasing rumours about old Council allies who still hadn’t shown themselves. The Council, that broken circle who once ruled and betrayed us, had scattered, but their shadow still lingered. I was alone with my thoughts and Fen’s note burning a hole in my pocket.I read it again. Found something. You’re going to want to see this.What did he mean? Records, bodies, a survivor? Fen was never crypt
I didn’t know if I would stay or leave. I didn’t know what I owed to the world that tried to erase me. Part of me wanted to run, to let go of every duty and leave the past behind. Another part hoped that all this loss could mean something, that I could make it matter. I was afraid. If I stayed, I might end up like those before me, lost to old mistakes. But leaving felt like giving up on the people who still needed someone to fight for them. I wasn’t sure which choice would cost me more. It was my choice now. And that was everything.In the dark, Cass found me, her voice soft. “You know what you are now?”I shook my head. “Not yet. But I know what I’m not.”She smiled. “That’s a start.”The Hollow breathed, and the world held its breath.Tomorrow, I will answer. Tonight, I just let myself be.Six weeks after the Rite, the Hollow was ordinary. Ordinary meant nothing hurt, and nothing was easy. The pool was still. I didn’t look into it. I didn’t need to anymore.The morning was gray, the
I woke to Cass hammering. She broke the last Silver Cells, jaw tight and hands blistered. Those cells held prisoners for years. Their bars were lined with silver to drain strength and kill hope of escape. When the first uprisings started, the Council secretly ordered these cages, thinking silver could keep dissenters and shifters in check. It showed how much they feared what they couldn’t control. Destroying the cells was more than breaking cages; it removed a tool the Council used to keep power. Metal rang through the trees, the closest thing to music the Hollow had heard in a long time.By the time I dragged myself over, she’d already broken two locks and thrown the keys into the pool. I picked up a hammer and joined her. The final lock was old, rusted, and stubborn as hell. I hit it again and again until my hands went numb, until my breath was ragged.Cass didn’t say thanks. She just leaned on the bars, sweat running down her face, and stared at me like she was seeing me for the fi
The Hollow was quiet, but outside, the world was anything but calm.The Council convened in emergency session before dawn. Silas, representing Thornridge, tabled a motion to recognise the Sovereign’s claim. Rowan Ashveil seconded it. The vote was quick and brutal: three abstentions, two furious dissents. Dara Ironveil signed her support, but her face was tight, her eyes wary. The packs had spent generations pretending Sovereigns were a myth. Now, with the moon’s answer, they couldn’t pretend anymore.Aldric was removed from the Council on medical grounds. Not stripped of his title, just quietly pushed aside, the way powerful men are when their usefulness has run out. The Silver Cells were ordered closed. Cass oversaw it personally, her hands steady as she broke locks and burned records. Jax was officially reinstated as a Thornridge pack member, his rank raised, so that he never had to work in the kitchens again unless he wanted to. He said he might want to. He liked cooking.The Counc
The moon hung above us, but the celebration was already breaking down. The fire was hot, voices rose and fell, but an uneasy feeling still hung in the air. Tension crawled up my spine and stayed there. Whenever someone laughed, it faded too quickly. The Hollow was waiting, and everyone knew it, even if they pretended otherwise.I stood at the edge, watching the crowd. Jax was somewhere in the middle, grinning and making jokes. “Luna’s first decree: better food in the kitchen,” he teased. Cass laughed, but her eyes flicked to the trees every few seconds. Fen leaned against a root, carving spirals into wood. He was unreadable as ever. Kael moved through the circle, silent and careful, as he always did when he sensed trouble.Aldric sat alone, just outside the firelight, his face shadowed, his posture slumped. No one approached him. Even Silas, his Beta, kept his distance, eyes locked on the crowd as if waiting for orders that would never come.And then, like the world had been waiting f







