Se connecterPOV: DariusI wake up choking on air.Not because I can’t breathe, but because my wolf is slamming into my ribs like he wants out. Pacing. Snarling. Back and forth inside my head. No words at first. Just heat and claws and pressure.Something is wrong.I sit up too fast and the room tilts. My phone is dead beside me. Curtains half open. Light too bright. Wrong kind of quiet. The kind that comes after something already happened.“What did I miss?” I mutter.My wolf growls low.You slept.“I always sleep.”Not like this.I look around. No blood. No pain. No memory of getting hurt. My body feels stiff, like I have not moved in a long time. My mouth tastes old. Dry. I grab my phone and plug it in. It lights up and the time punches me in the chest.A whole day.I stare at it.“A day,” I whisper. “That’s not possible.”You shut down, my wolf says. Hard. Someone pushed you too far.“Who.”He does not answer. He just paces harder.I swing my legs off the bed and stand. My knees almost buckle
POV: ARINIt burns.It does not warn me first. It just burns.I jerk awake and my hand slams into my palm, right over the mark, and it feels like fire under my skin, like someone pressed a hot light straight into me. I gasp and the sound comes out wrong. Too loud. Too scared.“Mom,” I whisper, and then louder. “Mom!”The room is dark but not quiet. I hear footsteps outside. I hear voices far away. I hear too much and none of it makes sense.The mark pulses again and this time it hurts so bad I curl up, knees to chest, teeth clenched. There is no picture in my head. No vision. No moon talking. Just feeling. Pressure. Wrongness. Like something is moving closer and closer but not straight at us. Sideways. Sliding along the edge.I stumble out of bed.The floor feels cold and tilted. I grab the door frame and breathe fast. My heart is racing like I ran a mile but I did not go anywhere.“Mom,” I say again, louder now.She is already there. The door opens and light spills in and she looks s
POV: LyraThe knock comes hard enough to rattle the door, and my heart jumps before I can stop it.“What?!” I snap as I pull open the door. “What now?!”The messenger does not look up at me. He smells like sweat and fear. I am still pulling on my boots when the words reach me, and my hands freeze halfway. My chest feels tight, like something is sitting on it.“They lived,” the runner says again, standing in my doorway like he is scared to step inside. “All of them.”I stare at him. “Say that again.”“Elara’s people. Her inner circle. No deaths. Injured, yes. But they are standing.”My hands curl into fists. “And.”He hesitates. That tiny pause makes my skin crawl.“There was another attack,” he says. “Not ours.”The room goes quiet. Too quiet. Even my wolf goes still, like it is holding its breath.“Leave,” I say.He does not move fast enough. “I SAID SCRAM YOU FOOL!” I snarl, and he bolts.Another attack.Not mine.My head feels hot as thoughts crash into each other, loud and sharp
POV: ELARAI taste iron before I hear anything.It is sharp and wrong, and it makes my stomach drop.“We caught the body before sunrise,” Kael says, calm but tight, standing by the long table. “No sigils left behind. No anchor. Whoever sent him did not plan for return.”Varek’s hands are flat on the wood. His jaw is locked. “One assassin gets through my lines and you want me to stay calm.”“He did not get through,” I say. My voice sounds steady but my chest feels tight. “Kael stopped him.”Varek looks at me then. Really looks. His eyes soften for half a second, then harden again.“That is not the point,” he says. “The point is someone walked in like they belonged.”Kael nods. “They copied a familiar presence. That takes time. That takes watching. This was something new. Someone new.”Varek snorts. “Or it could be Lyra.”Kael does not answer right away.Someone laughs in the hallway, and it sounds wrong.It is too loud. Too sharp. Like it is cutting instead of breathing.I look up fro
POV: DARIUSI wake up like I am being dragged out of myself.My lungs burn first. Then my legs. Then the cold.I am outside.Not near the manor. Not near my room. I am at the edge of the pack land, right where the trees thin out and the road cuts past the fence.I blink hard. “What the hell?”My boots are on. My jacket is half zipped. My hands are red like I have been clenching them for a while.I turn in a slow circle. “How did we get here?”My wolf does not answer with words. He never does. He just moves. He paces under my skin like he is trapped in a small room, like he has been pacing for hours and I just caught up.Then he pulls.Not hard. Not sharp. Just steady.My body turns without asking me.East.I stare out into the dark. Nothing there. Just trees and road and the hum of the world sleeping.“Why?” I whisper. “What is there?”Pressure blooms in my chest. Not pain. Not anger. Just tight. Like someone wrapped a band around my ribs and keeps pulling.Go.The thought is not a vo
POV: DARIUSI wake up like I am being dragged out of myself.My lungs burn first. Then my legs. Then the cold.I am outside.Not near the manor. Not near my room. I am at the edge of the pack land, right where the trees thin out and the road cuts past the fence.I blink hard. “What the hell?”My boots are on. My jacket is half zipped. My hands are red like I have been clenching them for a while.I turn in a slow circle. “How did we get here?”My wolf does not answer with words. He never does. He just moves. He paces under my skin like he is trapped in a small room, like he has been pacing for hours and I just caught up.Then he pulls.Not hard. Not sharp. Just steady.My body turns without asking me.East.I stare out into the dark. Nothing there. Just trees and road and the hum of the world sleeping.“Why?” I whisper. “What is there?”Pressure blooms in my chest. Not pain. Not anger. Just tight. Like someone wrapped a band around my ribs and keeps pulling.Go.The thought is not a vo







