Aria’s back, wrist, and waist ached as Kael pulled her from the ground. He dragged her in fury. He was so enraged, he didn’t care how hurt she was. Aria couldn’t protest, she only followed him as he pulled her. Her legs protested in pain as they hit the stony floor.
Deep in Aria’s stomach, there was a strange flutter as Kael touched her. That touch felt familiar. She searched her memories but found nothing. It felt… affectionate.
“No, not this, at least not now,” Aria thought.
She wasn’t ready for any feelings now. She didn’t need them. She was here for one purpose, but maybe Kael wasn’t the ruthless Alpha she came to kill.
Kael kept going. He had been watching her patiently for too long. He was ready to know who exactly she was and why she was there. His mind raced with curiosity.
His fingers burned as they met her skin. For a split second, he felt protective — but he shoved the thought aside.
He pulled her until he got to his chamber. He threw her in and slammed the door behind them.
Aria — though shaken by his push and her tired joints — stood still. Her head bowed. She had no clue why the Alpha had pulled her out in the middle of a trial he designed for her.
“Lift your gaze,” he commanded as he stepped close to Aria.
Aria looked up to meet his eyes fixed desperately on her. Her face remained straight, no smiles, no fear, no tears.
He closed the remaining space left between them. He sniffed around her hood, then he pulled it back and sniffed deep into her hair, yet he caught nothing.
“Who are you?” He yelled in frustration as he slammed his hand on his desk.
Aria stood unshaken.
“I’m Lyra Vane,” she responded.
Back in the hall, the tension still lingered in the air. Wolves were murmuring, all in awe of the Alpha’s sudden action.
At that moment, Darian stood, the Beta of the pack and Lucan’s father. He was the black wolf Aria hadn’t recognized earlier on the watch tower.
“Silence!” he ordered. “We all know the Alpha always has valid reasons for every one of his actions, and even if he doesn’t…he’s Alpha. You shouldn’t be murmuring about him and especially not in this hall, you are all senior wolves. You should know better.”
“I should check on him,” Selene said as she rushed down the tower and left the hall.
She was the silvery white wolf Aria hadn’t recognized earlier on the watch tower. She was Kael’s childhood friend and the rumored Luna, though they hadn’t mated yet. Selene knew almost everything that bothered Kael as he tended to share all his plans and worries with her, but she didn’t understand why he acted in that manner towards an insignificant new recruit.
Inside the Alpha’s quarters, Aria didn’t know what Kael wanted. She’d explained who she was and where she was from so many times but kael wasn’t buying it.
“What do you want here?” He asked her again for the umpteenth time.
“I’ve only come to join the Nightfang pack, fight alongside the soldiers and serve the Alpha,” Aria repeated again. Her tone calm though inside, she was tense, scared and insecure, but none of it showed on her face.
“What the hell does he want from me?”
Kael stood tall in front of Aria, his gaze fixed on her. He was searching for answers. He could have ordered that she be exiled but something in him felt protective yet insecure of her motives.
In the hallway strolled Selene. She was rushing down to Kael’s chamber. The last time she saw him that furious was when rogues attacked the pack two years back.
“Alright. Welcome to the Nightfangs,” Kael said as he stepped aside, motioning for Aria to leave his chamber.
“Thank you, Alpha.” Aria responded as she hurried out of his chamber. Tension lingered within her — especially the fear of being caught — but she remained unreadable.
As she stepped out she met the silvery white wolf — Selene — really close to the door. She walked past her hurriedly.
Selene hissed as she watched Aria vanish from the hallway. She was furious at the reason why Kael looked so enraged.
“Alpha.” Selene called unto Kael as she walked into his chamber.
Kael didn’t turn around, he didn’t need to, he knew Selene. Her scent was strong, just like that of lilies. Still confused and frustrated, Kael kept his gaze down.
“What’s wrong?” Selene asked as she moved close to Kael, she hung her right hand on his right shoulder. Her voice was calm and soothing.
Kael turned around, Selene’s hand moved to his temple, but he walked away. He stood at his table.
“There’s something about her.” He said.
“Is it worth your inner peace ?” Selene asked as she walked towards him. “What do you think about her?” she asked.
“She’s too good, her skills are really good. She is fast and strong. Too good to be trained by a rogue.” Kael responded.
“So is this a matter of admiration or…?” Selene pressed.
“Of course not, Snowfur.” Kael replied, teasing Selene with a nickname he had given her while they were still cubs.
“If you feel insecure about her, why don’t you get her exiled?” Selene asked as she rolled her eyes. She didn’t like to see Kael bothered and the fact that a worthless new recruit was the reason only annoyed her more.
“I’m not ready to exile her. At least not yet. She could be useful. I’ll keep an eye on her.” Kael said.
“Alright.” Selene didn’t want to press further. She was going to watch the new dog by herself.
“I should get going now, Lucan would be waiting.” Selene added as she closed the space between her and Kael.
She leaned in and breathed in his scent. She wrapped her hands around him, laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. “Whoever this rogue is, she has to leave,” she thought, her hands stroking Kael’s back slowly.
Her silvery white fur a striking contrast to his brown fur. She loved Kael with all that was within her and she wouldn’t sit back and watch a new recruit steal his peace.
Kael exchanged the warm embrace and soon released his grip on Selene’s waist, forcing her to let go of him too.
Selene walked out and Kael sat at his table, with a thousand thoughts flooding his mind.
A loud sound echoed through the pack walls—sharp and cutting. Mira jerked up instantly, standing to her feet.“That’s the training bell!” she announced, her eyes bright.Aria blinked, still adjusting to the rhythm of the pack’s routines. Before she could move, Mira was already tugging her arm. “You’re not skipping this one,” Mira said firmly.“She’s still recovering,” Lira countered. Aria sighed but stood to her feet. She adjusted her cloak over her shoulders and stepped out. Mira and Lira walked with her on both sides. The twins fussed over her health the entire walk—adjusting her cloak, scolding her for walking too fast. In a brief moment, they were at the Shadows training hall. Warriors were already gathering, murmurs rising as the hall filled with wolves and anticipation.Aria’s gaze swept instinctively across the hall. But Kael wasn’t there.The realization pressed on her chest, heavier than she expected. He was always here, commanding, watching, present. His absence left
Aria’s lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she stirred awake. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Kael.He was seated near the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, gaze fixed on her as though he hadn’t allowed himself to blink in hours. The faintest shift of relief flickered across his face when her eyes met his.“You’re awake,” he said, brushing a strand of her from her face. His voice was low and steady. Aria blinked once in affirmation as she tried to sit up. Before she could say anything else, he rose and stepped to the door. “Healer.”The Nightfang healer entered almost immediately, she had been waiting at the door for hours. She moved fast, setting her satchel down by the bed. Kael didn’t take his eyes off Aria even as the healer worked.“How do you feel?” the healer asked, her fingers pressing gently against Aria’s wrist, gauging her pulse.“Better than the first day,” Aria responded, her throat still dry. The healer gave a small smile. “That’s improvement,
Kael stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him, the damp ends of his dark hair clinging to his temples. The faint scent of cedar and smoke still clung to his skin. Aria sat upright on the bed, her knees drawn close, her fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. She should have looked away. She told herself to. But her gaze caught him and refused to let go.His chest rose and fell steadily, droplets of water sliding down across the ridges of muscle, down to where the towel clung low on his hips. Strength radiated from him, but it wasn’t that which grounded her in place. It was the scars.Long jagged lines ran across his torso and shoulder—marks of battles she could only imagine. His scars. They carried weight, each one carved deep into his skin. Her chest tightened. She could feel the heaviness of them, the burden of what he must have endured.“Lyra,” his voice was low, cautious.She blinked, realizing she’d been staring too long. “I… sorry, I didn’t mean to…”Kael’s lip
Selene flinched as her father’s hand slammed against the table for the third time in this young night. The sharp crack echoed through the chamber, the force rattling the items on the table. “Reckless!” Beta Darian’s voice thundered, sharp and cold. “You stained this family’s name with your foolishness.”Selene’s throat tightened. She opened her mouth, but Lucan shot her a look that warned her to stay silent.Darian’s eyes burned into her, every muscle of his face carved deep with fury. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”“I was only…” “Only what?” he barked the words so loud her chest jumped. “Only running into danger without second thought? Only dragging shame across the title of my house? You, Selene, my daughter, behaving like a spoiled pup who thinks the world bends to her obsession!”Her lips trembled. She pressed them together, holding back the sting in her eyes. She hated this, the sound of his rage, the weight of his disappointment. When she was little, she used to run
Aria paced the length of Kael’s chamber, her arms folded tight against her chest. She had eaten what the maid had brought earlier, though her stomach still twisted with unease.Her gaze drifted, almost unwillingly, to the window. She strolled there and rested her body on the window frame, allowing the wind wash over her. The night was heavy, the courtyard dim. Then a torch flickered. Aria stretched to look out the window. And there he was again. The same scarred man from silvermane. “Why does he keep coming back?” she asked, though there was no one to answer. Aria stood still, watching closely. Then she noticed a shadow was cast over him. Someone else was there, opposite him but she couldn’t see the other person. They seemed to be in an argument. The scarred man’s gestures were sharp, angry, his head snapping back as if refusing whatever the other had said.Aria leaned closer, her breath caught in her throat.“Whenever this man was here, it meant no good. And now he’s been frequ
The dining hall buzzed faintly with the sound of cutlery scraping against wooden plates. Wolves ate quickly and quietly. The smell of roasted meat, sweat and broth all mixed in the air. The Elites table was quiet too. Beta Darian and General Throne ate quietly. Lucan and Kael were absent. Laura leaned closer to Selene, her voice barely above a whisper. “Lucan has been acting strange. He hasn’t been himself since the training,” she said, her voice convincing. Selene arched a brow, smirking faintly as she cut through her meat. “Strange how? You’re imagining things, Laura.”Laura’s pressed her lips together, a flicker of worry darting through her eyes. “No, it’s more than that. He left abruptly during training this afternoon…”“I saw that,” Selene said before Laura could finish. “No, Sel. Lucan skipped dinner. That’s unlike him. And I haven’t seen him since he left in the afternoon,” Laura added quickly, her voice rising slowly. Beta Darian shot her a warning look from across the ta