LOGINPOV: ELARAThe sun finally comes out fully, and it is unnerving. Wrong light. Wrong colors. It sneaks through the trees like it’s too scared to touch all this. The clearing is quiet now. Too quiet. My legs ache, my arms ache, my hands still smell of blood and iron. The bodies lie there and I recognize some of them. Faces I used to smile at, faces that clapped when Darius asked me to be his mate. Faces I trusted. Faces that now lie broken, torn, dead. And my chest keeps twisting because I don’t understand how they became rogues. Why did they want to kill me? Was it still that cursed thing Darius suffered through? Do they still blame me? And then I think of the pages I found under one of them. Lyra’s name in black ink, sigils I don’t fully understand. My stomach knots tight and I have to sit down because the world is too much.I hear the quiet first, the low hum in my mind. My wolf scratches, pushes at me, wants to speak. I let her. “They were one of us,” I whisper, voice hoarse, “wh
POV: ELARA“Bad wolves.”Arin does not shout it. Does not even seem scared or worried. Just resigned.That is what scares me. The fact that he is used to this.He stands in the middle of the room, barefoot on the cold floor, eyes too old for his face, and he says it like he is telling me the weather.“They are coming, Mama.”Kael stops first. He is halfway through tying his jacket and his hands just freeze. One lace hangs loose. He does not blink.Varek keeps moving for two more seconds. Two heavy steps. Then he turns.“How many?” Varek asks.Arin shrugs. “Enough.”I swallow. My mouth feels dry and wrong. “When, baby?”Arin tilts his head like he is listening to something only he can hear. “When the light turns thin. Morning but not bright.”What. The. Hell.“Huh?”Kael exhales through his nose. “Dawn.”Varek swears under his breath. He moves to the window and pulls the curtain back just enough to look out. His shoulders tense.“We leave,” he says. “Now.”“No,” Arin says again.Varek
POV: ELARAI wake up because the quiet feels wrong.Not peaceful. Not safe.It feels like the world is holding its breath.I lie there with my eyes open and listen. There is no wind pushing at the walls. No birds. No bugs. No small sounds that should be there. Even the house feels stiff, like it is pretending to sleep.My chest tightens.This quiet feels staged. Like something is waiting. Like a storm that has not broken yet but wants to.I sit up slowly and the blanket slides off me just as the cold air bites my skin. I pause, listening again, because moving feels loud even though it is not.Nothing.That makes it worse.I stand and pull on my clothes. My hands shake and I hate that. I hate that my body knows something before my mind does.When I step outside, the tension hits me so hard I almost stop breathing.Kael and Varek are already awake.Of course they are.Kael stands near the tree line, arms crossed, eyes sharp, scanning everything. He looks calm but his jaw is tight and hi
POV : VAREKI smell Kael’s fear before I see him, and it hits me hard enough that my steps stop on their own. Fear is sharp. It cuts. And it does not belong here. Not near her. Not near the camp.I breathe in again, slow this time as I trace the direction it comes from, and my jaw tightens.Kael.Sweat. Panic. Old guilt. The kind that never washes out. Traitor l.I turn without thinking and head into the trees.“Of course,” I mutter. “It always has to be you.”The woods feel wrong tonight. Too quiet. No birds. No bugs. Even the ground feels stiff under my boots, like it knows something bad is standing on it.I follow the scent deeper, past the edge of the firelight, past the place where Arin laughed earlier and tried to jump from one rock to another and fell flat on his face. Elara laughed too, soft and tired, and I remember thinking I would kill anyone who tried to take that sound from her again.The fear gets stronger.And that is when I hear it. Scraping. Fast. Angry. Like someone
POV: KAEL“Move,” I say.Varek does not move.He stands there with his arms crossed, tall and solid, blocking the narrow path between the trees like he planned it that way.“I am not in your way,” he says.“You are literally in my way,” I snap. “Step aside.”Elara exhales hard behind us.“Can you both not,” she says. “For five minutes. Please.”Varek turns first. He always turns first when she speaks.“I am calm,” he tells her. “He is the one pacing like a rabid dog.”I spin on him. “Do not talk about me like I am not here.”“You are here,” he says. “That is the problem.”My wolf snarls inside my chest.I take a step forward. “Say that again.”“Enough,” Elara says, sharp now.We both freeze.She steps between us and puts a hand on my chest. Not hard. Not soft. Just there.“Stop,” she says. “Both of you. This is stupid.”I look down at her hand.She never touches him like this. Never pushes him back. Never tells him to cool it.She just works around him. Like he is a storm she already
POV: KIERANI watch him die.Not in my dreams. Not in some story I tell myself to sleep at night. Right here. Right now.He kneels on the cold stone floor, hands bound, jaw tight, eyes darting between me and Lyra like he’s praying. Like I’m supposed to pity him. I don’t.Lyra’s standing there, tall, perfect, immaculate, like the world bends for her and it does. Every wolf in this clearing feels it. Fear curls around them like smoke, thick, choking, unavoidable. Mothers clutch their children harder. Young warriors shift uneasily on their feet. Even some of the cabal tremble slightly, just a quick flicker of doubt before they steel themselves.“Why?” he gasps. “I just… I just asked…”Lyra lifts a hand. She doesn’t touch him. She doesn’t need to. Her presence alone is enough. “You asked too much,” she says softly, voice like silk dragging over glass. “You spoke a name you weren’t allowed to speak. One word can unravel everything. You chose chaos.”I move a step closer, leaning casually o







