LOGINThe cage had grown colder than it had been before. I could feel the chill crawling under my skin, wrapping around my bones, and the iron biting into my fingers every time I touched the bars. Hours had passed—or maybe it had been days. Time had lost its meaning inside this dark, silent place. My stomach grumbled faintly, but I did not care. Hunger was small compared to the weight pressing on my chest. My thoughts would not leave Jason.I had survived so much. I had faced death countless times, survived my uncle Leon’s cruelty, and I had claimed my place as Alpha of Silver Claw. I had stood over enemies, burned rituals, survived Red Moon nights, and yet here I was—caged again, powerless in the hands of someone who wanted to see me broken.And still, my mind kept returning to him. Jason. My former mate, my heart, my storm and calm in one. I could still feel the warmth of his hands, the thunder of his voice, the way he had looked at me with confusion, with something more that even he coul
Cold.That was the first thing I felt.Cold iron under my fingers. Cold stone under my feet. Cold air crawling over my skin like it hated me.I opened my eyes slowly.Bars.Iron bars.A cage.My heart dropped so fast it felt like it shattered inside my chest.“No… no, no, no…” I whispered.I pushed myself up and grabbed the bars. They were real. Solid. Cold.“Ahh… not again,” I breathed. “Not again…”My voice shook. My hands shook. My whole body felt weak, like the strength had been drained out of me while I slept.It hadn’t been that long.It hadn’t been that long since I escaped my uncle.Alpha Leon.The man who called himself my guardian but treated me like a tool. Like an object. Like a sacrifice waiting for the right night to die.I had survived him.I had survived the chains.The altar.The pain.So why was I here again?Why did fate keep dragging me back into cages?I slid down until my ba
Jason stared at me for a long time.Not like an Alpha looking at an enemy.Not like a man looking at prey.He stared like someone trying to remember a dream after waking up.His red eyes slowly dimmed, turning darker, confused. His hands were shaking. His chest rose and fell hard, like breathing hurt him.“I don’t know who you are,” he finally said.His voice was low. Broken.“I don’t know if what you’re saying is true,” he continued. “But tell me this…”He looked straight at me.“Why can’t I hurt you?” he asked. “What have you done to me?”The words cut deep.I swallowed, my throat tight.I stood slowly, even though my legs were weak. The ground was still cracked beneath my feet from the Blood Prophet’s magic. Smoke and dust hung in the air. My pack was frozen behind me. His army stood in a dark circle around us.And still, all I could see was Jason.“I didn’t do anything,” I said softly.My voice trembled, but I did not look away.“I didn’t cast a spell. I didn’t take your memories.
Jason’s hands closed around me.They were strong.Too strong.He lifted me from the ground like I weighed nothing. My feet dangled in the air. The world tilted, and the sky above the battlefield spun.His eyes were red.Not angry red.Empty red.Blood-hungry red.I could feel it.He was not fully here.My warriors screamed.“Alpha!”Rowan shifted first. His wolf burst forward, huge and fast. Brik followed. Then Taro. Then more of them. They ran at Jason to save me.Before they could reach us, the Blood Prophet slammed his staff into the ground.The earth shook.Dark power spread like smoke.My warriors were thrown back like broken dolls. Some hit the ground hard. Some cried out in pain. Others could not move at all.“Insects,” the Blood Prophet said calmly.I screamed.“Leave them alone!”Jason did not look at them.He only looked at me.His grip tightened around my throat.I struggled to breathe.My hands weakly held his wrists, but it was useless.“So easy,” the Blood Prophet said.
The silence did not last long.The Blood Prophet lifted his hands slowly, like a man about to pray. The air around him began to move. Not wind. Not sound. Something heavier.Jason was still standing in front of me.Protecting me.But the Prophet smiled.“Alpha Jason,” he said softly, “do you know who stands behind you?”Jason did not answer.“Do you know what she truly is?”I felt a cold fear crawl into my chest.“Stop,” I said.The Blood Prophet ignored me.“She is not a savior,” he continued, his voice smooth like poison. “She is a curse wearing a crown.”He raised his hands higher.Symbols appeared again, brighter this time. Red and black shapes twisting in the air, like living things.Jason stiffened.Then he dropped to his knees.The sound of it hit me harder than any blow.“Jason!” I shouted.He screamed.Not a roar.Not a growl.A scream filled with pain.He grabbed his head, his fingers d
The wind moved slowly between us.I stood alone in the open field, the space between two armies feeling too wide and too small at the same time. Behind me was Silver Claw. My home. My people. In front of me stood the Blood Moon Pack, their numbers dark and endless.The Blood Prophet stepped forward.Every step he took made the ground feel colder.He lifted his hood just enough for me to see part of his face. His skin looked old. Not wrinkled—old in a deeper way. Like time itself had passed through him and left marks behind. His eyes were dark red, not glowing, but deep, like blood left too long in the dark.“So,” he said calmly, his voice smooth and heavy, “the Red Moon Alpha offers herself.”I did not bow.I did not step back.“Yes,” I said. “That is why you are here.”He smiled slightly. “You misunderstand.”My fingers curled at my side.“We did not come only for you,” he continued. “We came for your pack as well.”A sharp sound of anger rose behind me. I felt it—my warriors shiftin





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