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The forest swallowed sounds whole.
Lena Carter knew this, yet she still cursed under her breath when her boot snapped a twig. The noise echoed like gunshot in the silent pines. She froze, her pulse hammering against her throat as she scanned the shadows.
Just the wind. Just -
A low growl rumbled through the trees.
Not the wind. Never the wind, she said.
Her flashlight trembled in her grip as she swung it toward the sound. The beam caught golden eyes-high up, too high-glowing from the branches of an oak."Oh God."
The wolf dropped.
It landed in a crouch, muscles coiled beneath a pelt so black it swallowed the light. Lena stumbled back, her heel catching a root. The wolf's muzzle wrinkled, revealing fangs longer than her finger
Run.She spun, but a second wolf emerged from the bush- then a third. They circled her, saliva dripping onto the fallen leaves.
Then he appeared.
Taller, broader, human.
At least, he looked human until the moonlight hit his eyes. Gold, burning.
"You're trespassing," he said, his voice gravel and velvet.
Lena lifted her chin, "I'm leaving."
He stepped closer. The wolves parted for him like shadows for flame.
"You don't walk out of Blackwood." His nostrils flared. "Not after what you've seen."
Her stomach lurches. He knew.She'd watched a man shift an hour ago, his bones cracking, fur erupting from his skin. She'd vomited behind a log, then pulled out her camera.
Big mistake.
"Delete the footage." He held out a hand. "Now."Lena clutched the camera to her chest. "Or what?"
A slow dangerous Anike curved his lips. "Or I let my wolves decide."
One of the beasts snarled, edging closer.
It's breath reeked of raw meat.Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the camera. The Alpha watched, arms crossed, until she smashed the device against a rock.
"Satisfied?" She spat.
He stepped so close she had to tilt her head back. Up close he was all hard lines- sharp jaw, broad shoulders, a scar cutting through his left brow. His scent flooded her lungs: pine, smoke and something wild.
"No." His hand snapped out, gripping her wrist. "You smell like fear." He dragged his nose up her throat, making her shudder. "And something else."
Lena jerked away. "Get off-"A howl cut through the night. Distant, but closing in.
The Alpha went rigid. "Rogues." He shoved Lena behind him as the wolves bristled. "Run. Now."
She didn't argue.
Lena's lungs burned as she sprinted through the underbrush. Behind her, snarls and screams tore through the night.
Faster. Faster.
She skidded to a stop at the riverbank. The water churned black, too wide to jump.
A wolf crashed through the trees-not one of the Alpha's. This one was mangy, its ribs visible beneath patchy fur. Blood streaked its muzzle.
Oh God.
It lunged.
Lena screamed, throwing up her arms-
A black blur slammed into the rogue, teeth ripping out its throat. The Alpha. He shifted mid-leap, landing in human form, blood streaking his bare chest. "Climb." He hauled her into the branches of an oak.
Lena scrambled up, bark biting her palms. Below, rogues circled, snapping at the trunk.
The Alpha crouched beside her, his body radiating heat. "You led them here."
"Me?" She gaped at him. "You're the one they're after!"
His eyes flashed. "They want you now." He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Your scent's changed. It's... mine."
Lena's breath hitched. "What?"
A rogue leaped, claws scraping the branch. The Alpha snarled, shoving Lena behind him-
Teeth sank into his shoulder.He roared, wrenching free, but blood sheeted down his arm. More rogues gathered below. Too many.
The Alpha turned to Lena, his gaze feral. "Only one way out."
Before she could react, he yanked her against his chest and bit her
. Pain exploded in her neck-white-hot, blinding. Lena screamed, but his arms locked around her, his tongue lapping at the wound. Fire spread through her veins, pooling low in her belly.
The rogues howled... then fled.
The Alpha pulled back, his lips stained crimson. "Mine," he growled. Lena's vision swam. The world tilted- Then darkness.
Lena woke to heat.
Not just the fire crackling in the hearth. Him. The Alpha-kade sat shirtless in a chair beside the bed, stitching his own wound.
She bolted upright. "You bit me!"
Kade didn't look up. "I saved you."
Lena touched her neck. The skin was smooth. Impossible. "What did you do?"
He finally met her eyes. "Marked you."
Her stomach dropped. "As...?"
"Mine." The word vibrated with possession.
Lena kicked off the furs. "I'm leaving."
Kade moved faster than she could blink, pinning her to the bed. His weight pressed her down, his breath hot on her lips.
"The mark's in your blood now. Rogues will hunt you. The pack will reject you." His thumb traced her jaw. "Only I can keep you safe."
Lena's heart pounded, but not from fear. The place where he'd bitten her throbbed.
Kade smirked, sensing her body's betrayal. "You feel it. The pull."
She shoved at his chest. "I feel nothing." She didn't want to admit the truth about what she felt.
A lie. His scent was everywhere, intoxicating. Her skin burned where he touched her.
Kade leaned down, his voice a whisper. "I'll make you scream the truth soon enough."
Then he left her-aching, furious, and alive.
The Blackwood stronghold no longer smelled of iron and chains.Where once shadows had pooled in every corner, sunlight now spilled through open windows. The forest beyond was alive with laughter, with children’s footsteps, with the steady rhythm of wolves who finally ran without fear.Lena walked barefoot through the courtyard, the grass cool beneath her feet. She wore no crown, no mantle of power—only a simple tunic that brushed her knees, her hair unbound and kissed by the breeze. The wolves she passed nodded to her, some bowing their heads, some smiling. Not out of duty, but out of trust.Her hand slid absently over the faint scar at her collarbone, where Kade’s mark had sealed their bond forever. She could still feel the strength of it pulsing beneath her skin, a tether of fire and devotion.She found him where she always did—on the high ridge overlooking the valley.Kade stood with his arms crossed, the wind tugging at his dark hair. He looked every inch the Alpha he was—broad, s
The night bled into dawn. Smoke clung to the trees, and the air was thick with the metallic bite of blood and the faint, acrid stench of Aravelle’s magic.Lena stood at the edge of the clearing, her chest still heaving, her palm tingling with the echo of the wolf she had freed. The others—those who had fled, those who knelt trembling—remained scattered, their eyes flickering between gold and black as though they were caught on the knife-edge of two worlds.Beside her, Kade was silent, his chest streaked with gore, his wolf pacing beneath his skin like a storm held in check. His hand found hers, claws retracting, his grip fierce, grounding her even as his eyes burned with questions he wasn’t ready to ask.The envoy staggered closer, his once-pristine robes torn, soaked with blood. He looked from Lena to the freed wolf, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You’ve done what no one believed possible. You’ve broken the binding.”Lena swallowed hard. Her wolf still hummed inside her, alive with pow
The corrupted wolves closed in, their blackened eyes reflecting no soul, no spark of life. Their howls were ragged, twisted echoes of what wolves should sound like. The air reeked of rot and iron, of old blood and something fouler still—like the stench of graves disturbed.Lena’s claws dug into the earth, her body taut, her wolf coiling with fury. The bond burned in her veins, tethering her to Kade. She could feel his rage, his determination, and beneath it, something darker—an instinct to kill not just for survival, but for vengeance.They came at once.The first beast lunged at Lena, its maw snapping inches from her throat. She twisted, felt the hot spray of fetid breath, then drove her claws deep into its chest, ripping until its body shuddered and collapsed. Another struck from behind, jaws clamping around her leg. Pain tore through her, but the bond surged, and Kade was there, smashing into the creature with bone-breaking force, tearing its head from its body in a spray of black
The battlefield stilled, as though every wolf, every assassin, even the forest itself bent under the weight of her presence. Lady Aravelle moved forward with the grace of a queen entering her throne room. Her gown shimmered like liquid night, threaded with silver that caught the moonlight, and her eyes gleamed—cold, calculating, serpentine. She walked through pools of blood as though they were nothing more than spilled wine, her lips curling in amusement at the carnage. Kade bared his teeth, blood dripping from his muzzle, the wound across his shoulder burning with poison. His wolf strained against the leash of fury, a promise of violence vibrating in every line of his massive form. Lena pressed closer to him, her claws still slick with the blood of the enslaved assassin she had slain. Her chest heaved, fury coiled tight in her ribs, her wolf’s growl rolling through her throat. “You,” Lena spat, her voice carrying across the field like thunder. Aravelle tilted her head, her smi
Blood still dripped from the stones when the wolves began to stir.Lena could feel it—fear, grief, fury, all weaving together into something volatile. The pack had seen betrayal with their own eyes, seen one of their own die by their Alpha’s hand. The truth was undeniable. Torren had turned against them, and the council’s claws had already sunk deep.Kade stood in the center of it all, his wolf form bristling with blood and power. The golden blaze in his eyes dimmed only slightly as he shifted back, his body trembling but unbowed. He was breathing hard, sweat and blood slicking his chest, but his head was high.“This is what betrayal earns,” he repeated, voice raw, steady. “And it will not be the last.”The hall murmured with unease. Some wolves nodded, their loyalty sharpened by the kill. Others looked shaken, uncertain where the pack stood now that cracks had been laid bare.Lena stepped forward, her wolf pressing hard against her skin, demanding to be seen, to be heard. She let her
The air in Blackwood’s war room was thick enough to choke on. Smoke curled from the sconces, shadows stretching like long fingers across stone walls. The council’s envoy had left hours ago, but their presence clung to the stronghold like rot. The words they spoke, the threats they didn’t need to voice, still poisoned the pack’s blood.Lena stood at the edge of the great oak table, her hands pressed flat against the scarred wood. Maps lay unfurled beneath her fingers—territory lines, patrol routes, the sigil of Blackwood sketched in bold ink. Her wolf prowled restlessly beneath her skin, pacing, snarling, demanding blood.Kade hadn’t moved in nearly an hour. He stood at the head of the table, his shoulders carved from stone, golden eyes still burning with the feral gleam of a beast denied. His fist had shattered part of the table earlier, splinters scattering across the floor when the envoy’s smug voice had dared suggest that Blackwood “submit for the greater balance.”Submit.The word







