Mag-log inThey say the walls of Silvercrest Hall are carved from stone older than memory. That day, I believed they were carved from betrayal.Elder Torin stood at the centre platform, his white hair braided with silver threads that marked his rank, his staff striking the marble floor once, twice, demanding silence. The banners of our clan hung heavily above him, wolves stitched in black and gold. The scent of pine torches mixed with the restless musk of shifting bodies.I stood to the right of Alpha Clay, as protocol demanded. As Luna, I was meant to be his balance, his voice beside him. Yet I felt like a ghost at my own council.Torin’s voice carried through the hall. “This emergency session of Silvercrest is called to address the matter of Selene.”The name alone drew a ripple of growls.Selene, not again. Even imprisoned, she had managed to fracture the peace of our pack.She was brought in then, flanked by two guards. Her wrists were no longer shackled, though faint red marks still circled
I did not intend to eavesdrop, even when I knew my steps were quiet and purposeful. I am always watching my back.The council chamber doors were half-closed when I reached the corridor, their carved oak panels failing to seal in the voices within. I had come to speak with Clay about security patrols and the hunt for the beast. Instead, I heard Selene’s name.I stopped. My heart skipped a beat. Torin’s voice carried first, measured but urgent. “We cannot keep her in the cells indefinitely.”My heart sank.Clay answered, low and controlled. “We won’t. At the next council meeting, we’ll have her released.”Released. The word burned in me like a hot iron turned red with heat and fire. I pushed the doors open without ceremony.Both men turned. Clay stood at the head of the long stone table, maps spread before him. Torin stood opposite, hands clasped behind his back like the elder statesman he believed himself to be.The air shifted the moment I entered.“Released?” I repeated.Clay’s jaw
I swallowed, feeling the sting of tears threaten to spill, but I steadied myself, drawing on the remnants of adrenaline and strength left from facing the beast. “Clay,” I said softly but with iron in my voice, “I need you to understand this. Zach is our son. Our family is everything. And if you cannot put that above… above desire, above selfishness, above Selene, then I need to know now where your loyalty truly lies.”For a moment, he simply stared at me, his wolf growling low, mirroring the tension in my own chest. His Alpha presence was immense, formidable, yet I did not flinch. I would not. I could not. I was mother, protector, Luna, and I had faced a beast and lived. I had faced betrayal and survived.Finally, Clay’s eyes softened, just slightly, and he exhaled through his nose, a sound that carried frustration, regret, and something almost human in its subtle timbre. “Zanny… I—” He paused, glancing down at Zach, who clung to me, small and innocent, a tether to the life we had cre
The corridors leading to our chambers felt heavier than usual, as if the palace itself were holding its breath in anticipation of what awaited inside. Clay moved with that familiar, imposing gait of his, Alpha of Silvercrest, the air around him taut with the authority he always carried. Yet, even in that presence, there was an unusual tension about him, a sharp edge I hadn’t seen in some time. He pushed the door open, and my heart nearly stopped at the sight before him.Zach was in my arms, his small form pressed tightly against my chest, eyes wide but safe, though the faint tremor of lingering fear was clear in his posture. My hands rested protectively on his back, soothing, steadying, but he had seen enough terror to make his tiny body tense despite my calm. Clay’s eyes softened the moment he caught sight of him. Relief washed over his features, a fleeting vulnerability that only a mother could perceive, and he moved quickly toward us.“Zach,” he breathed, his voice breaking slightl
I felt the sting of the morning air on my face, my lungs burning, every muscle in my body screaming as Krager and I moved through the forest in a relentless rhythm of attack and defence. The scent of earth, wet leaves, and Krager’s dark, musky aura filled my senses, grounding me even as my mind teetered on a razor’s edge. Every swing, every dodge, every precise strike of my blade against his steel reminded me that I had to be stronger, faster, sharper. There was no room for error not anymore.Krager’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “You’re improving,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “But you still think too much, Zanny. Your mind hesitates when it should act.”“I know,” I admitted, panting, muscles trembling from exertion. “I just… I can’t afford to fail, not with him, not with Zach.”Krager’s gaze softened briefly, almost imperceptibly. “You never will, as long as you remember why you fight.”The words barely settled before the bell tore through the forest, shrill and urge
There was only one being I had ever seen challenge Clay, one who could match him in strength and cunning. The DarkBreed, he was terrifying, unpredictable, and perhaps my only hope of learning what I needed to survive. Not for revenge, not for anger, but for power. For protection. For the future I can no longer leave to the whims of others.I left the city under the veil of night, the chill in the air biting through my cloak as I entered the dense forest. Every shadow seemed to twist and move, every rustle of leaves a whisper of warning. But I moved forward without hesitation. I had learned from countless hunts and skirmishes that fear was only a tool for those who wielded it—not for me.Krager emerged as though he had been waiting, his presence announced not by a sound but by the subtle shift in the air. Even from a distance, I could see the darkness coiled in his form, the muscles beneath his skin tense, his glowing eyes fixed on me with that strange mixture of curiosity and assessme







