تسجيل الدخولLuca found me before I found him.That was how it usually worked.He appeared at the end of the east corridor with two cups of something hot and an expression that said he had already assessed the situation, calculated the risks, and decided to be here anyway."You look terrible," he said, handing me a cup."Thank you.""It was not a criticism. It was an observation." He fell into step beside me. "Where are we going?""The archive."He did not break stride."Of course we are."The east archive was quieter than usual for a morning. The ceremony preparations had pulled most of the house staff toward the main hall and the upper rooms, which meant the lower corridors were empty in the way they only were when everyone with authority was occupied elsewhere.Luca was the one who noticed the guard rotation had shifted.I was the one who had the ledger.Ezra had given us twenty minutes before anyone would think to look.I did not waste them.The record room was small and cold, lined floor to c
She was sitting on my bed when I came back.Not Maren. Not Luca.Vivian.She had not dressed yet. Her hair was loose, which I had not seen in years, and she sat with her hands folded in her lap in the careful way she always sat when she was holding herself together by force.I stopped in the doorway.She looked up.No sweetness. No performance. Just my sister, smaller than the version of her I kept in my memory, sitting in my room in the early morning light with her eyes red at the edges."Close the door," she said.I did.She did not speak immediately. I did not push her. I moved to the chair by the window and sat, and we stayed like that for a moment, two sisters in a room that had never fully belonged to either of us."You were gone seven years," Vivian said finally.Her voice was quiet. Not accusing. Something worse than that."I know.""Do you know what they told me?" She looked at her hands. "They told me I had to be perfect. That I had to be everything a future Luna was suppose
I did not wait for Victor's announcement to finish.I heard the words.Next full moon. Three nights.And then I was standing, and my chair scraped back too loud, and Vivian's head turned toward me, and Ezra's hand shifted on the table like it wanted to reach for something it had no right to reach for.I walked out before any of them could decide what to do about it.Nobody stopped me.I think that was worse.The corridor swallowed me whole. Then the east hall, then the side passage that always smelled of old wood and damp stone, then the door at the far end that opened onto the narrow path behind the pack house.Cold air hit my face.The kind that reaches down into your chest and reminds you that you are still breathing. That your heart is still moving. That the world has not actually ended, even when it feels like it is about to.I walked fast at first.Then faster.The pack house disappeared behind the tree line before I realised I was running, and by then my wolf was already pullin
I did not go back to my room.Ezra tried to make me.Luca suggested it would be “emotionally healthy and strategically less stupid,” which was a very Luca way of saying we were all one bad decision away from disaster.But my room belonged to Victor.Not officially.Not in any way anyone else would understand.But every inch of it had been chosen for me. The empty shelves. The suitable dress. The guards outside the hall. Even the loose floorboard no longer felt like a hiding place.Nothing in that room was mine.Not anymore.Maybe it never had been.So I sat in the chair by Ezra’s desk while Luca stood near the door and Ezra paced the length of his room like a wolf trapped too long in human skin.No one said much.That was fine.I had enough words in my head already.Disputed.Liora.Records.Blood.Her scent.His wolf has been following her all night.My face burned every time I thought about that last one.Not because Victor had said it.Because Ezra had not denied it.Morning crept
Victor inhaled.Inside the wardrobe, my whole body went cold.Not the simple kind of cold that came from fear.This was deeper.Older.The kind of cold that told your bones to go still because something dangerous had turned its head in your direction.Ezra did not move.I could see him through the narrow gap between the wardrobe doors. His back was straight. His shoulders were relaxed. His face gave nothing away.Future Alpha.Calm.Controlled.Lying.Victor’s eyes moved slowly around the room.Too slowly.He was enjoying this.“She has been here,” Victor said.My fingers curled into the fabric of Ezra’s coat hanging beside me.It smelled like him.Of course it did.Cedar smoke.Storm rain.Dark earth after midnight.It surrounded me so completely I could barely find my own breath beneath it.Ezra’s voice stayed even. “Many people have been in my room.”Victor smiled. “Not many people smell like my daughter.”My daughter.The words hit differently now.Not because they sounded wrong.
Ezra pulled me through the garden.Fast.Silent.Certain.I ran beside him with one hand gripping the ledger and the other trapped in his. Branches snagged at my cardigan. Damp grass soaked through my shoes. Behind us, the pack house glowed with too many windows and too many secrets.Victor had seen us.Or he had seen something.With Victor, something was always enough.Ezra did not slow until we reached the west side of the house, where the stone wall climbed beneath a row of dark balconies.I stared up. “No.”He looked at me. “I did not say anything.”“You’re thinking something reckless.”“That is a little unfair.”“Is it wrong?”He glanced up at the balcony above us.I made a strangled sound. “Absolutely not.”“It is the fastest way.”“It is a balcony.”“I can climb.”“Wonderful. I cannot.”His gaze moved over me, and for one awful second I thought he might smile.He did not.That would have been worse.Probably.“You can,” he said.“I have not shifted. I have not trained. I was pu







