로그인Elena’s POV
Hours later, The celebration party for Sloane’s return stretched deep into the night. Music rose around the pack and laughter rebounded along the walls as wine were poured. It was as if the goddess herself had descended in order to bless our pack. And through all of this, I was excluded. To me, this was not a celebration for the pack, it was both a reminder and a coronation. To the pack, their luna had returned. I stood at the extreme edge of the celebration hall, my gaze down and my fists clenched as I retreated into the shadows, invisible and forgotten. Of course, I had tried to leave, but Elaine was not having that. She had personally dragged me back into the hall. Why? I had no idea, but I suspected she wanted me to know my place. Her claws were extended as she gripped my arms, leaving long gashes that had already started bleeding. I hissed in pain, but otherwise, kept my lips sealed. She had dragged me back to my corner and left me with some parting words before running back towards Sloane with a huge grin on her face. “You are going to stay here and see what a real Luna looks and act like,” she hissed as she walked off. I bit my lips, tasting blood as my heart beat rose in anger. From across the hall, I could see my mate, Trent, hovering around Sloane. He was like a moth attracted to a flame, smiling and nodding eagerly as if he was a little boy meeting his hero for the first time. His eyes, which were once hollow whenever he looked at me, were now lit up, completely ablaze with a warmth I haven’t seen or felt in years. This was the same warmth I used to pray for, the one that had never come back. As I watched all of this happen, I should have been furious. But all I felt was clarity and conviction. Even though I was practically invisible, the whispers themselves never stopped. “She’s so beautiful… so powerful, unlike our current Luna.” “Our pack finally has a real Luna.” “Poor Elena. She should step aside gracefully and hand over the position back to Sloane.” All of their words sliced through me until one of the elders – an old man with white hair, who was also Trent’s uncle – lifted his full goblet of wine into the air and said aloud for the entire pack to hear. “To Sloane,” he roared, “To the Luna our pack actually deserve.” The hall erupted in applause and cheers as every wolf lifted their goblets up, even Trent. My heart beat froze, and my breath hitched, but instead of being furious, something buried deep inside me snapped. I have had enough. I moved, not out of the hall, but towards the action. My steps were calm and had a silent precision that precluded my clarity. This was the same clarity that had been beaten into me by both Elaine and my mate. As I came into view of the party, it felt like the world had stopped. The celebratory music faltered and the clapping and shouting stopped. Dozens of eyes turned towards me in disbelief and curiosity. I bowed my head slightly as I reached the elder, my voice steady as I spoke. My voice wasn’t loud, but the hall was silent enough that it spread to every single inch of the hall. “You are right, elder.” A murmur rippled through the crowd as they all held their breath. “I was never meant to be the Luna of this pack,” I continued, raising my chin up as, for the first time in years, I met Trent’s gaze, “And I will not stand here and try to pretend anymore.” Elaine stood up, her eyes ablaze with fury, “Quiet girl -” she hissed, But I cut her off with a finger. My voice grew stronger; the more I spoke, the more my clarity returned. And my focus was different, it was sharper, more focused and entirely potent. “For years, I have suffered in the name of love,” I frowned, “I have endured abuse, cruel whispers and curses. Above all else, I have endured a mate who could never see me as nothing more than a replacement for the one he truly loves.” Gasps rang out as some wolves stiffened in shock. Trent’s brows furrowed, just like his mom, he was not going to take an insult sitting down, so he stood up and took a step forward, his aura pressed up on me as he tried to make me stop. He failed, Once again, he tried to cower me, to make me weak. I did not cower. I met his gaze and flashed him a smile, Then, I turned around the hall, locking my eyes with the elders, with Sloane and even with Elaine. “A lot of people here believe I am weak. No, I am not.” I continued, “Let me remind you. I am born of a blood older than this pack. My family’s name built this very land that you all claim is yours. I may have been silent all these years, but do not mistake my silence for weakness. I left my family because I wanted to make it on my own, but I would rather start over from nothing, than be with a mate who invalidates my worth.” The hall went dead silent, my declaration rolling through the crowd. “Wait, what did she say?” “What’s her surname?” "I believe it's Elena Thorne?" “Thorne? Wait, that Thorne?” “The most powerful family in our district, Thorne? How?” Cries of shock and awe filled the hall, as for once since the moment I stepped into the pack, wolves began to look like me with wary eyes. Trent took a step forward, a flash of regret passing through his gaze, “Elena – ” he stretched out his hand, as if trying to console me. “No, Trent,” I shook my head, my voice calm, “You wanted Sloane, right? Then, have her. As of tonight, I am no longer your Luna and I am no longer your mate.” The room exploded into shocked gasps, Elaine’s face grew blank and the elders all muttered in disbelief. Sloane, who had been silent through all this, stood up, her brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed, but not before I could see the flicker of joy flashing through her eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Elena.” she said in a soft tone, smiling wildly, “I’m sure we can all talk this over, as family.” Without even glancing at her, I turned around and began walking away. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t trembling as I walked. I wasn’t weak any longer. Now, I was free. And I was going to make Trent pay for everything.CHAPTER 45WHAT TRENT BECAME XANDER’S POVI set the letter down on the table between the maps, the bracelet, the scrap of black cloth we still hadn’t identified. Elena stood at my shoulder, her hand resting light against my back, “Five days isn’t enough time to find Talia,” Caleb said. “It’s barely enough time to prepare the pack for whatever the hell is coming.”“Then we stop trying to find everything for once don’t you think??,” I said. “We focus on what actually threatens the ceremony itself.”“Meaning?” Marcus asked.“Meaning Trent.” I looked at Elena. “Sloane said he’s planning something big. We don’t have five days to guess what that fool is up to. We go to him instead” I pushed.. “Tonight.”Elena nudged slightly but she nodded. “I’m coming.”“I know,” I said, before she could argue about. Some fights weren’t worth having anymore.We rode out within the hour, a small enough party not to look like an invasion but it was large enough that I wasn’t foolish about what remained of
CHAPTER 44 MORNING WITHOUT ALARM ELENA’S POVI woke before he did, sunlight slipping soft through a gap in the curtains, painting a thin gold line across his shoulder.I just watched him sleep. I’d never once seen him like this, unguarded, mouth opened instead of closed, none of the weight he carried every waking hour pressing down on his face. He looked younger and much cuter. He looked like the boy who used to steal kisses under an oak tree, before Trent and Corvin. Neither of us understood how much the world could take from two people who only wanted each other.His eyes opened slowly, staring at me watching him, and a smile crept across his face in a slow manner.“You’re staring,” he said, voice cracked a bit with sleep.“I’m allowed.”He pulled me back down against his chest, and I let him, tracing ticklish circles over his heart while the estate slowly woke around us, birds finally returning to the trees outside, the distant sound of the kitchen staff starting their morning
CHAPTER 43NO STORM TONIGHT ELENA’S POVSloane’s warning really made me worried for the rest of the evening, but Xander made a decision the moment we walked her to the gate and sent her back with two guards for escort.“Tonight,” he said, turning to face me once she’d disappeared into the dark, “we don’t talk about Trent or Corvin or anyone else trying to take something from us.”“What about tomorrow?”“Tomorrow we plan for all of it.” He held my hands. “Tonight is still ours…besides, the night is still young .”He led me back through the garden, past the lanterns burning low, up a private staircase I’d never noticed tucked along the estate’s eastern wall. At the top, a door opened into rooms I haven’t seen before, warm and serene, candlelight already flickering against the walls.“Your rooms,” I said.“Ours,” he corrected softly, “if you want them to be.”He crossed the room and drew the curtains against the night, shutting out the mountains, the camp, the ceremony waiting two weeks
CHAPTER 42 SOMETHING ORDINARY ELENA’S POV We didn’t talk about the sister on the ride back. Not because we’d decided not to.. it’s just that there was simply nothing left to say that hadn’t already been said yet, and some things need silence more than words. Xander rode beside me for two days with his mouth slightly open and his eyes somewhere far off,so I let him have it, the same way he’d let me have my own grief the night we buried Marta. Gerafil’s gates came into view on the third evening, warm light spilling from every window. Home. It still surprised me how easily that word made me feel now. Marcus met us at the stables. Talia had not yet resurfaced. Dorian remained under quiet watch, though nothing more happened in our absence. The camp went back to its usual activities, wary but steady. “What about this?,” he said, holding out a folded parchment sealed in gold wax, “arrived yesterday. From the High Priestess.” Xander broke the seal, scanning it quickly before hand
CHAPTER 41 THE ROAD HOME XANDER’S POV The breach turned out to be nothing. Two rogue wolves, hungry and stupid enough to test our lines during the worst possible week. My warriors put them down in minutes. At this point, it didn't matter anymore because my mind was already three days south, standing in my mother’s kitchen, waiting for an answer I wasn’t sure I wanted. Elena saw me packing a bag by lantern light. “You’re not going alone,” she said. “She asked for me alone.” “I don’t care what she asked.” I zipped the bag shut harder than I needed to. “Elena, Talia’s gone. Isadora’s gone. My camp has a hole in it I can’t find, and you want to leave it wide open while we both ride south?” I turned to face her. The firelight caught reflected on the side of her jaw. “If I lose you on that road,” I said, “I won't come back from it.” “And if I lose you,” she said, “neither do I. So we go together, or neither of us goes, and you explain to your mother why you ignored her.” I di
CHAPTER 40AMONG US XANDER’S POVThe forest was silent.No birds. No wind moving through branches. Nothing but our own boots crunching through snow and the ragged breath of eight warriors trying to keep pace with me.“Alpha.” Marcus’s voice, a bit lower than usual. “This isn’t right.”I already knew. I could feel it in my bones, the same way I felt a storm coming before the first cloud showed itself.“Stop,” I said.Nobody questioned it. The moment the words left my mouth, the trees exploded.An arrow took Dane in the shoulder before he even had time to shout. Silver, judging by the way he screamed. I threw myself sideways, claws already out, and caught the first attacker across the throat before he finished his swing.He didn’t scream when I hit him…didn’t even grunt.They came in pairs, moving the same way I used to drill my own warriors during years of training. Hand signals instead of shouting. Formation instead of chaos. When one fell, two others closed the gap without hesitatio







