LOGIN5 Years Ago
Elder Torin came to me at dusk, when the royal chambers had settled into their uneasy quiet. I remember thinking, as I watched him cross the threshold of my sitting chamber, that men like Torin never came without intent. He did not waste steps or words.
I rose out of courtesy, though my instincts told me to remain still. His eyes gazed over me, assessing, measuring, as if I were no longer the girl he had known since childhood but a piece on a board he had been studying for years.
“Zanny,” he said, inclining his head. “You look well.”
It was a lie, and we both knew it.
“You didn’t come to comment on my health,”
I did not go to Raul with certainty.I went with desperation dressed as resolve.Every step toward his dwelling felt like I was walking deeper into a web already spinning around me. The night pressed close, heavy with unsaid things, and my wolf paced beneath my skin, restless, urging caution I could no longer afford.I needed an ally.Not sympathy nor whispers behind council doors, but an ally who could still reach Clay where I no longer could.That ally was Raul.The seer who spoke in fragments and silence. The man the goddess listened to.
The forest had always known me before I knew myself.When the walls of Silvercrest began to feel like a cage and every corridor echoed with whispers I could not outrun, I came here. Beyond the sentry paths, beyond the reach of council eyes and pack laws, the forest opened its arms without judgment. The moon hung low, caught between the branches like a secret it had not yet decided to keep.I walked until my legs burned, and my thoughts tangled into something sharp and unkind.I should not have come alone.I knew that.But solitude was the only thing that still felt like mine.
Present Day.For a moment, I thought my wolf would tear free of my skin.Instead, she recoiled.I stepped back, my breath steady, my spine straight, and walked away without a sound. I refused them the drama. I refused Selene the satisfaction of seeing me break at Clay’s door like a discarded thing.I returned to my chambers and waited.When Selene came to me later, she did not pretend innocence.That was perhaps the cruellest part.She did not knock. She entered as she always had, with the confidence of someone who believed she still belonged. Her eyes were sharp, her mouth curved in something like triumph, though she tried to mask it behind indifference.“So,” she said lightly, closing the door behind her. “You saw.”I faced her slowly. “Get out.”She laughed. Softly mocking me. “You don’t get to command me anymore, Zanny.”Something in my chest twisted, but I did not let it show. “Leave. Before I forget that you were ever my friend.”Her smile sharpened. “Friend?” she repeated. “You
5 Years Ago.The night of the ritual arrived, and everyone was expectant, including those who had objected to the marriage.The moon hung impossibly full above Silvercrest, so bright it painted the forest in pale fire. It was not merely watching us. It was waiting.I stood barefoot at the heart of the sacred clearing, the cold earth pressed into my soles, the ancient runes carved into the stones glowing faintly beneath my feet. The air tasted different here. Older and charged with a power that made my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin, pacing, alert, reverent.This place had witnessed the birth of Alphas, the fall of tyrants, and the binding of souls meant to alter the course of packs. Tonight, it would witness me.Clay stood opposite me, stripped of his armour, clad only in ritual black. His broad shoulders were rigid, his jaw set, but I could feel the tremor beneath his control. His wolf was close to the surface, pressing, testing, sensing the Goddess the same way mine did.Betwe
5 Years AgoThe elders sat in a wide semicircle of stone thrones, their robes pooling at their feet like shadows. The moment they saw us, murmurs rippled through the hall. Disapproval sharpened the air. Some elders leaned forward, others shifted uncomfortably, as though our joined hands were an insult laid bare before them.Clay stepped forward first, his voice steady as he laid out his proposal. He spoke of unity, of strength between packs, of the necessity of change in a time when old threats stirred beyond our borders. He spoke of me as his chosen mate, his equal, his path to a stronger Alpha seat.When he finished, silence followed.Then Elder Torin rose.“I r
5 Years Ago.Clay came for me just before the sun climbed high enough to bleach the mist from the valley. I knew the sound of his footsteps, steady and certain, the way a man walks when he believes the world is already arranged in his favour. By the time he reached my door, I was no longer there.I had excused myself when I saw Selene approaching, too. I felt they planned it and did not want to be caught unprepared.Selene received him.I lingered in the corridor, pressed against the cold stone wall, my breath shallow as I listened. The Council chamber lay just beyond the archway, its doors ajar. I had meant to enter with my head high, to walk beside Clay as his chosen mate, as the woman whose name alre







