تسجيل الدخول"Who are you?" My fated mate held a silver blade to my throat, looking at me with the eyes of a stranger. Four years ago, a witch erased me from Alpha Nash’s mind and rewrote his reality. To him, I am dead, and another woman wears the Luna crown. I returned to the pack not to reclaim my title, but to save my son. Nash sees me as a filthy rogue. He tortures me. He scorns me. He has no idea that the secret I’m hiding in the shadows is his own flesh and blood—a son with magic powerful enough to bring the world to its knees. The curse breaks with a single touch. But with a dark witch hunting my child for a deadly ritual, and Nash’s memories buried under a mountain of hate, time is running out. If he doesn't remember me soon, he will be the one to kill us both.
عرض المزيدNASH POVThe world swung in a nauseating rhythm.Up, down, bump, sway.I wasn't walking. I was cargo. I was a sack of grain being hauled to market. The rough bark of the stretcher dug into my spine, and through the canvas, I could feel the uneven strain of Jace and Torin’s muscles as they navigated the root-choked forest floor.Every step they took was a punch to my pride.I closed my eyes, but the darkness offered no relief. It only amplified the sensory details of my humiliation. I could smell the sweat of the young wolves carrying me—not the clean sweat of exertion, but the sour tang of anxiety. They were afraid. They weren't afraid of the enemy; they were afraid of breaking the merchandise. They were treating me like fine china, like a fragile relic of a bygone era.I was the Dire Wolf. I was the monster who cracked ribs and snapped necks. I wasn't supposed to be carried.I opened my eyes.Remy
REMY POVThe forest didn't feel like home anymore.It felt like a mouth waiting to close.The canopy overhead was a suffocating blanket of grey moss and pine needles, blocking out the bruised purple sky of the clearing we had escaped from, but letting in the damp, biting chill of the coming winter. The silence here wasn't the heavy, magical silence of the Deadlands; it was a tense, watchful quiet. The birds weren't singing. The squirrels were frozen in the bark of the oaks.I moved through the underbrush, my boots sinking soundlessly into the moss. I hadn't gone far—just to the ridge line to scan the horizon for Marcus’s cabin. I hadn't found it. The woods had shifted in the years I was gone, or maybe the Deadlands had distorted my internal compass.I was turning back, the cold knot of anxiety in my chest tightening with every step, when the wind shifted.It carried a scent that froze the blood in my veins.
NASH POVThe return to consciousness wasn't a gentle rising tide; it was a violent shipwreck against a jagged shore.The first sensation was the smell—pine needles, damp earth, and the faint, acrid tang of woodsmoke. It wasn't the sterile, metallic smell of the Deadlands, nor the cloying rot of Morana’s temple. It was the scent of home, twisted into something cruel by the context of the cold hard surface beneath my back.I forced my eyes open.The world was a blur of grey and shadow, slowly resolving into rough, hewn stone blocks. A ceiling blackened by centuries of soot loomed above me, arching high like the ribcage of a great beast. I wasn't on the muddy riverbank. I wasn't in the open air where the drones hunted.I was lying on a narrow cot, a crude frame of rough-hewn timber draped with a wool blanket that smelled of must and old cedar. A fire crackled in a pit at the center of the room, the only source of light in
REMY POVThe rain didn't feel like water here; it felt like judgment.It wasn't the cleansing, purifying rain of the Silver Creek forests that smelled of pine and damp earth. This was a cold, stinging deluge that carried the metallic tang of the Deadlands on the wind, a persistent reminder of the void we had just crawled out of. It washed the grey ash from our skin, leaving rivers of muddy sludge running down our arms and legs, but it couldn't wash away the memory of the silence.I dragged him.My boots sank inches into the mud with every step, the suction trying to claim me, trying to pull me back down into the earth. Nash was dead weight. He was six feet three inches of pure muscle, even in his wasted state, a heavy, dead anchor I refused to let go of.I had his arm draped over my shoulders, my hand gripped tight around his wrist. His head lolled against my collarbone, his dark hair plastering to my face, mingling with my own. I could feel the fever radiating off him even through th
NASH POVSilence was a predator in the Deadlands. It didn’t just surround you; it hunted you, wearing down the edges of your sanity until you were grateful for the sound of your own breathing.We walked.My legs were ruined. The Star-Fang Dagger had burned aw
NASH POVPain, when given enough time and freedom, ceases to be a sensation and becomes an entity. It settles in the marrow of your bones, a constant, rhythmic thrumming that drowns out the world. My legs were no longer just parts of my body; they were two separate, distin
REMY POVSleep didn't come. It hovered at the edges of my vision, a tantalizing shadow, but the cold would not allow it to sink in. Without my jacket, the air in the Deadlands bit through the thin fabric of my shirt, sinking into my marrow. I hugged Sayler tighter, pulling
NASH POVMy left leg was a dead weight strapped to my hip, a throbbing anchor of agony that dragged behind me like an unwanted chain. The Star-Fang Dagger had burned away the infection, cauterizing the flesh and sealing the wound, but the surgery had been crude. The nerves












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