เข้าสู่ระบบLouis — POV…..I felt it before I heard it.That sickening pull in my chest.That tightening in my lungs.The bond stirred like something restless and unwelcome, scraping against my ribs as if trying to wake me from the inside. I froze mid-step in the council corridor, my fingers curling into fists.No.Not now.A warrior brushed past me, bowing quickly. “Alpha—have you heard?”“Heard what?” I snapped.He swallowed. “The decree.”The word landed like a blade.“What decree.”His eyes flicked nervously down the hall, toward the council chamber. “From the royal pack. A— a temporary union.”The world tilted.I didn’t wait for him to finish. I turned and stormed toward the chamber, my boots striking stone hard enough to echo. My wolf surged forward, snarling, sensing the same thing I did.Damien.Of course.The doors were already open. Elders murmured. Scribes whispered. A royal seal lay broken on the table like a mockery.I crossed the room in three strides and slammed my palm down on the
Damien — POV……Crossing into Aria’s territory felt like stepping into a memory I hadn’t asked for.The land shifted subtly beneath my feet—trees standing taller, the air cleaner, the earth humming with a steady, disciplined strength. Aria’s pack had always been like this. Controlled. United. Unbreakable.Everything mine was not.My wolf slowed as the familiar scents hit me—pine, iron, and the unmistakable trace of royalty. I shifted back into human form at the edge of the clearing, rolling my shoulders as if I could shake off the weight pressing against my spine.Focus.This wasn’t about pride.It wasn’t even about Louis.It was about survival.Two guards stepped forward, hands resting on their weapons.“State your business,” one demanded.“I’m here to see Luna Aria,” I said evenly. “Tell her Alpha Damien requests an audience.”Their eyes widened—just slightly—but they nodded and disappeared into the trees.I didn’t have to wait long.Aria emerged from the hall moments later, her pre
.Damien — POV…..I shouldn’t have left.That was the first thought pounding through my skull as I stormed out of the Louis's quarters.But staying would have been worse.Louis’s eyes—cold, furious, wounded—had cut deeper than any blade. The scar on her neck burned itself into my mind, a thin reminder of how close I’d come to losing her. Of how close I’d come to becoming something else entirely.I clenched my fists as I walked, my wolf pacing violently inside me.Useless.Weak.You almost watched her die.“Shut up,” I growled under my breath.The forest swallowed me whole the moment I crossed the tree line. The air grew thick, damp with moss and rot. Shadows stretched unnaturally long, even though the sun hadn’t fully set yet.I didn’t slow down.I needed distance. Space. Something to bleed this rage into before it tore me apart from the inside.My lungs burned as I ran, feet pounding the earth harder than necessary. Branches whipped against my arms. Leaves tore at my clothes. I welco
.Louis — POV…..I woke to silence.Not the peaceful kind—the heavy kind. The kind that presses against your chest and reminds you that something terrible almost happened.For a moment, I didn’t move. My body felt… strange. Too light. Too heavy. My throat ached faintly, like a memory rather than pain itself. I lifted a hand slowly, carefully, afraid of what I might find.My fingers brushed my neck.Skin.Whole. Smooth.Just beneath my fingertips, I felt it—a thin ridge, barely raised. A scar.My breath caught sharply.“You’re awake.”His voice came from the corner of the room.Damien.I turned my head, heart stuttering despite myself. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wooden post near the window. His face was drawn, eyes dark with something I couldn’t name—relief, maybe. Or something heavier.“How long?” I asked hoarsely.“Half a day,” he said. “You scared everyone.”I swallowed and pushed myself up on the bed, wincing as my body protested. “Mireya?”Damien’s jaw tig
Damien — POV….The world narrowed to blood.Louis lay on the ground before me, her hands pressed to her throat, crimson spilling through her fingers no matter how hard the healers pushed cloth and magic against the wound. Her skin—ashen. Her lips—losing color by the second.“No,” I snarled. “No, that’s not enough.”The healers worked frantically, hands glowing, chanting under their breath. One of them shook her head, panic cracking her calm.“The cut was too deep—”“Then FIX IT,” I roared.My voice tore through the yard, raw and ugly. Warriors flinched. Elders froze. No one dared pull me back as I dropped to my knees beside Louis, my hands shaking as I hovered over her body.Her eyes fluttered.For one horrifying moment, I thought they were already empty.“You don’t get to leave,” I whispered fiercely. “Not like this.”Her chest stuttered. Breath shallow. Weak.The scent of her blood—sharp, metallic—filled my lungs and made my vision blur. My wolf howled inside me, clawing, raging, te
Louis — POV…..It was evening already.The sky bled gray instead of gold, clouds hanging low like a warning no one wanted to voice. The eastern ridge should have reported in an hour ago. They didn’t.I stood in the yard, my daughter tucked safely with a healer inside the hall, my hands folded behind my back so no one would see how tightly they trembled.Failure had a smell.And it was drifting closer.The horn finally sounded—ragged, uneven.The patrol limped in.Three warriors injured. One missing. Blood streaked Mireya’s armor like careless paint. Her eyes were bright, fevered, defiant.The pack gathered instinctively, murmurs rising like insects.I stepped forward.“Report,” I said.Mireya didn’t kneel.That alone told me everything.“The eastern ridge is compromised,” she said loudly. “Rogues crossed twice. We lost the trail. One warrior didn’t return.”A ripple of anger moved through the crowd.I held up my hand. Silence strained into place.“You disobeyed formation,” I said flat







