The halls of the packhouse feel quieter now, the distant hum of voices and footsteps a faint backdrop as I make my way through them. Itâs strange, wandering here free without having to worry about being thrown into a grimy cell. That doesn't stop the way the wolves I pass by glance at meâsome quickly avert their eyes as if looking too long will provoke me, while others donât bother hiding their blatant stares. Theyâre suspicious, of course. The rogue whoâs somehow walking free in their territory...Guess I have Octavius to thank for the protection or, essentially putting a target on my back. I mean what better way to make every hate you, or give them one more reason to do so?I huff as I keep my face impassive, my chin high, ignoring them all. Let them look. Let them judge. It doesnât change the fact that Iâm here, alive, while so many of their so-called warriors couldnât hold a candle to me. Still, I canât shake the strange sensation creeping along my spine. Itâs not fearâitâs nev
We all stare at Audrey, all of being able to see how nervous she is to have walked into the kitchen. I step forward, keeping my arms crossed as I analyse her, now recalling the way I snapped at her earlier, and how she didn't deserve any of that, especially when she was just trying to be friendly."Hey Audrey," I reply, my tone softer than usual, hoping that it makes her relax and makes her see that I'm not hostile.She hesitates for a moment, her hands fidgeting with the book in her hand as she hesitantly she steps further into the room. I can feel the others watching us, their curiosity almost tangible and I'm sure they're wondering why she is so nervous around me."I'm sorry if I interrupted your discussion... I just wanted to..." Audrey starts, clearly terrified, her voice trembling slightly.Before she can finish, I step forward, meeting her gaze directly. "Audrey," I say, my voice firm but not unkind..."I'm sorry." I finally say, allowing my shoulders to relax as I let out a de
I shrug, stepping closer despite the warning in her glare. "Following your scent. Thought I'd see what had you storming out of the kitchen like that...""Well, you've seen enough," she says, wiping her face angrily. "Go away." she then points in the direction I came from, but even as she tries to command me, her voice breaks and her eyebrows crease. I can tell she is struggling to fight back the pain she is feeling...As so I don't move. She growls softly, her wolf rippling just beneath the surface. "I mean it, rogue. Leave." She orders.But I don't. Instead, I walk forward, leaning back against a tree and continue to watch her with a solemn expression."What are you doing?" she asks sharply, her voice cracking slightly as she shakes her head at me."Not leaving," I reply simply, shrugging right before letting my shoulders relax.Her glare deepens, but there's no real heat behind it. She looks more tired than anything,
The packhouse is dead quiet now except for the faint echoes of my footsteps as I wander through the endless, polished hallways. After my conversation with Miyuki, I feel like her and I have reached a level of understanding and at least going forward things, I hope that things will be civil between us. I hate how pristine everything looks. Perfect walls, perfect floors, perfect furniture. It screams control, order, and everything I've avoided for years. But now, I'm stuck in it, suffocating under the weight of their stares and whispers. The wolves I pass don't bother hiding their glances. Some look at me like I'm about to explode, their unease clear as they step aside to let me pass. Othersâbolder onesâstare openly, their expressions a mix of suspicion and disgust. It doesn't matter. Let them look. Let them think whatever the hell they want. But boredom is gnawing at me like an itch I can't scratch. I've walked these halls for what feels like hours, trying to find somethingâa
"OctaviusâĶâ I try to say firmly but instead, my voice comes out quiet and weak and I hate that heâs doing this, making me feel things I donât want to feelâĶHe keeps his head by my neck but doesnât do anything, his breath continues to fan against my next. His grip on my waist tightens for just a moment, like he's debating whether to listen. He then pulls away and looks me in the eye, his icy blue eyes bore into mine, his face impossibly close. My wolf stirs again, clawing at the walls of my mind, eager to close the space between us."Octavius," I say more sharply this time, narrowing my eyes up at him just as I feel his fingers on my chin, delicately lifting my head up as he makes me look at him.âTell me stop, KaidaâĶâ he whispers to me and I look up at him, contemplating actually giving into temptation as soon as I hear the way my name rolls off his tongue, but soon I get a hold of myself and shut my eyes for a moment, breaking away from his gaze.ââStopâĶâ I say quietly, right before
I can still feel him.His words, his hands, the stupid way he managed to get under my skin without even trying. Octavius.I shake my head, forcing the thought of him out of my mind as I walk through the halls of the packhouse. I hate that he's still lingering there, like some ghost I didn't ask for. My mind keeps trying to replay that moment, the tension between us, the way he didn't back down, the way I didn't back down... It's infuriating.I pick up the pace, my boots clicking against the floor as I try to lose myself in the routine sounds of the packhouse. But every hallway feels the sameâcold, polished, suffocating. And every wolf I pass can't seem to keep their eyes to themselves.They all do the same thing: a glance, a quick flicker of recognition, and then a look that says everything. Rogue. Intruder. Outsider.It makes my wolf stir, restless under my skin. I roll my shoulders, straightening my posture. If they want to stare, let them. I'm not about to cower for anyone. Miyuki
When the meeting finally wraps up, Octavius dismisses the gathered wolves with a curt nod just as I watch everyone disperse around me. The tension in the room doesn't fade completely, though. Everyone knows the stakes tomorrow, and no one wants to be the one who screws it upâĶ and I donât want that to be me.I hang back, not quite ready to face him, but knowing I don't have a choice. My mind is still reeling from hearing that nameâthe Tyro Pack.Of all the damn packs.Lucas glances at me, his brows knitting together when he notices my silence. "You okay? You've been awfully quiet."I then look to him, finding him looking down at me curiously, right before I shake my head and try to keep my head together."I'm fine," I answer, a little sharper than I intended. His frown deepens, but he doesn't press me. I'm grateful for that, at least at him and the others donât give me as much trouble as before.âIâll see you later Lucas,â I tell him, walking off before he even has the chance to respon
Morning comes too soon, sunlight spilling through the curtains in soft, muted streaks. I stretch, my muscles tight and still a little sore from yesterday, though I feel sharper today. Rested. Focused.As I sit up, I glance around the room still failing to believe that Octavius really changed my room to something much nicer, and if Iâm being honest, I havenât been in a place this comfortable since Iâve been on the run.I swing my legs off the bed and walk over to the wardrobe, figuring now would be a good time to prepare for the day. I then tug the doors open of the wardrobe open and immediately feel a frown form on my face. Inside is a collection of black combat attire. Practical. Fitted. Perfect. There is other clothing in here as well mostly dark colours and some whites and greys. My eyebrows rise in surprise, not expecting Octavius to know my taste in clothing. Thereâs also lotion and different perfumes in there, leaving me even more surprised with the lengths heâs gone to just to
K A I D AThe silence stretches between us, heavy but not uncomfortable, one where both of us are simply processing everything weâve shared with each other. Korra hasn't sat down. She's still standing, probably still hearing the words I saidâabout Admosian, about Lucien, about bloodlines and wars we didn't ask to inherit. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, exhaling deeply as an unsettled frown rests on my face.The adrenaline is starting to wear off, and now I feel tiredânot just in my body but deep down, in that place people call soul, though I don't think mine has ever had a chance to breathe."I have to head back now, Iâm sure Octavius is worried about meâĶ" I say quietly. Korra turns her head to look at me. No surprise in her face, just a flash of something softer as she exhales. Something close to disappointment, but not quite."Already?" she asks and perhaps she isnât used to the fact that I wonât be living with her anymore. The two of us grew up close, with a fierce b
K A I D AâWhat?â I ask, voice low but sharp, like the word cuts on its way out. My heartbeat stutters, then kicks into overdrive. I blink hard. Once. Twice. Like thatâll clear the static building in my head. Like maybe I misheard her. Like maybe she didnât just say what I think she said.Korra stays calm. She doesnât flinch, doesnât back down. Her face is serious, grounded. No hesitation in her voice. âI know it sounds crazyâĶ but believe me, itâs true.âIâm watching her carefully now. Reading the tension in her shoulders, the stillness in her stance. Sheâs not spitballing. Sheâs not guessing. Sheâs thought about thisâprobably over and over again, turning it around in her head until it made enough sense to say out loud.âWeâve been researching,â she continues. âTrying to figure out which of the bloodlines I came from. We came from.âThat part catches in my chest.We.âWe dug through what we could findâold records, pack stories, bloodline traits. Physical markers. Based on our features,
K A I D AKorra and I are sitting on the edge of the bed in the room they set up for her. She smells clean nowâlike herself. No more scent of blood, rusted iron, sweat. No more stink of captivity clinging to her skin like a curse. Her hairâs still damp, slicked back and tucked behind her ears. Her face is clearer too. Hollowed out, yeah, but clear. Her eyes... theyâre finally awake.Iâm still not used to this. Seeing her here. Alive.I glance over at her and my heart lurches in my chest, heavy and full and weirdly tight. Sheâs here. Sheâs really here.She nudges her elbow into mine, that little sister-sister thing we used to do when we were younger, before the world split open and swallowed us whole.âTell me what happened to you now,â she says softly.I inhale, slow and deep, but it does nothing to ease the knot in my stomach. I feel like Iâve been waiting years for someone to ask me that. I also feel like I donât want to say any of it out loud.But she deserves to know.âWell... Itâ
Korra sits on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, hair damp, skin free of the dirt and grime from that hellhole.She looks better.Not just physically, but in the way she carries herself now. Her shoulders are no longer hunched, her body no longer weighed down by chainsâliteral or otherwise.But thereâs still something in her eyes.A ghost.Something Lucien left behind.I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. âFeeling better?âShe lets out a slow breath, rolling her shoulders as if testing her body for weakness. âYeahâĶ a little like myself now.âThatâs good.I donât say it, though. I just nod.Silence stretches between us for a moment, but itâs not uncomfortable. Itâs the kind of silence that comes with understanding, with years of missing time trying to fill itself in all at once.Korra studies me, her eyes scanning my face like sheâs trying to memorize it. Like she still canât believe Iâm standing here.âI canât believe youâre alive,â she murmurs, shaking he
K A I D AThe drive back to Xarano territory is long and heavy with silence.Though Octavius was opposed to the idea, I managed to convince him to let me head back to the Xarano Pack with my sister. They needed to see that she is alive; they needed to know that both Xarano sisters have returned and are standing strong.I sit beside at the backseat of the car, Jace being the one to drive us while Valerie sits in the front seat. I haven't been able to let go of my sister's hand. Perhaps out of fear that if I somehow do, I will lose her again. But I'll be damned if that ever happens again. Her posture is tense, her gaze locked onto the rolling landscape ahead of us. She hasnât spoken much since we left the ruins, and I donât blame her.Sheâs processing. All of it. Being free. Being alive-- truly alive --and out of captivity, and seeing us all again, and finally coming.I glance at her, my chest tightening. Does she even remember this place as home? I stare down at her tattoos, admiring t
K A I D AKorraâs growl is cold and deadly, silencing the entire forest and everything in it. Everyone is on edgeâĶ Jace, Valerie, the othersâĶ but no one moves. No one dares to.Because we all feel it.The rage rolling off of her, thick and dangerous, her silver eyes glowing with barely restrained fury.She looks ready to kill him. Fear floods its way into my body. I knew my sister had always been dangerous. What more after all these years in captivity, what more that she is now a Lycan. Who knows the horrors she has been subjected to? Who knows what sheâs seen? I no longer know what she is capable of doing, and so no matter what happens, I need to try and keep her calm.âKorra,â I say, carefully, taking a few steps towards her to try and enter her line of vision. âPlease calm downâĶâShe doesnât look at me.She only stares at Octavius, her breathing slow for now but the longer she stares at him, the more it elevates. Her hands are clenched at her sides, shaking slightly as her body vi
K A I D A Kaida walks slowly, her arm wrapped firmly around Korraâs waist, supporting her sisterâs weakened frame. So she seems physically strong, Kaida can pick up the faint scent of Wolfsbane off her, it was all over the cell as well and Kaida is certain Lucien had flooded the air with it to keep her abilities suppressed."Are you okay...?" Kaida asks worriedly, being sure to keep her sister steady and maintain her balance."I'm okay... I just need fresh air..." She answers, her voice hoarse as she lets out slow breaths.Korra is strong... stronger than her. Kaida has always known that, but right now, her body trembles with every step, her muscles struggling to carry her after years in captivity. Her once-powerful stance is reduced to unsteady footing, her breathing laboured.Still, she is here. She is alive.Thatâs all that matters.Kaida tightens her grip, feeling Korra lean into her slightly as they make their way toward the others. Her sister is unbroken, but she is not unscath
K A I D A I donât stop running. My breath is sharp, my pulse erratic, my mind locked onto a single thought: Sheâs here. The scent is pulling me forward, leading me deeper into the ruins, past the crumbling stone and the echoes of battle still raging behind me. I know Octavius and the others are fighting, I know we havenât won yetâbut none of that matters right now. Because I can feel it. My sister. Somewhere in this hell, Korra is alive. A snarl rips through the air. Two wolves leap at me from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust. I react on instinct. The first one lunges for my throat, but Iâm faster. I drop low, twisting under him before grabbing his hind leg mid-air and swinging him into the ruins. His body crashes through the stone, debris collapsing over him. The second wolf is already coming for me. Teeth bared. Claws slashing. I meet him head-on, our bodies colliding in a brutal clash of muscle and rage. Heâs strong. But Iâm stronger. He slashes at my
The air hums with raw energy.Kaida stands in the ruins, glowing silver, her power pulsing like wildfire through the battlefield. Every wolf, every fighter, every enemy watches her with wide, stunned eyes.Including Lucien.For the first time, he looks intrigued.Not afraid. Not angry. JustâĶ interested.His icy blue eyes gleam as he studies her, as if calculating something. He tilts his head slightly, the faintest smirk playing at his lips. âWellâĶ isnât this unexpected?âKaida clenches her fists, her breath steady, her body still vibrating with pure, unchecked power. âCome find out just how unexpected it is.âLucien lets out a quiet chuckle. âTempting.âThen, without warningââLilith.âThe name is barely spoken, a command wrapped in amusement.Kaida barely has time to react before a blur of green comes at her from the side, fast and lethal.Lilith.The force of the impact sends them both crashing into the rubble, the ground splitting beneath them. Snarls and claws rip through the air