LOGINMilton's P.O.VI know we had agreed she would leave before Amelia's disappearance, but hearing Daciana announce that she was leaving tomorrow left me at a loss for words.Adam looked at me, half expecting me to argue or refuse her decision. But what could I possibly say to change her mind?That I would be lost without her? That my home would lose its colors the moment she was no longer within these walls?I sank into my chair and let out a slow breath. Adam leaned in over my desk and whispered, even though everyone could hear him. “Say something.”I looked at him, then turned my attention to Daciana. She held my gaze firmly.It was the first time I had noticed the change in her eyes. They were no longer the same shade of brown I remembered from when we first met. Now, they resembled the colors of a setting sun. Warm, and strangely intense.“You can't keep me here any longer,” she said, frowning.I smiled. “You’re an Alpha,” I said, reminding myself more than her. “You don't need my
Milton's P.O.VAn entire night searching for Amelia proved fruitless in the early hours of this morning. The search party had grown tired, and we didn't pack enough food to last another day's trip.We set up camp along a clearing, and the guards gathered round a campfire to warm themselves and share their meal. “You should join,” Adam stood beside me. “You haven't shared a meal with your warriors since Nick died.”“What do you want, Adam?”He paused for a moment. “We need to talk.”I looked at him, then scoffed. “If this is about Daciana, it can wait.”“It can't.”I let out a breath.“Daciana is not my Luna.” I could hear my wolf growl within me. “I can't force her to stay if she's decided to leave.”“But we don't know what dangers lie in her pack. Shadow pack is in ruin, and there's nothing Daciana can do about it.”His words settled between us for a moment. I could fear the warmth of the camp fire from where we stood. The smoke curled lazily into the air, and after staring at it
Daciana’s P.O.VTwo days after crossing paths with Historia, I found it extremely difficult to reach out to my wolf. I could feel her presence buried somewhere inside me, but every time I reached out to her, I was met with silence.It felt like she simply didn't want to be heard, and that emptiness unsettled me more than I cared to admit. I wandered down to the springs, hoping the cool water would quiet the storm raging inside my head.Milton had been gone since last night, accompanied by a search party of warriors looking to find Amelia.All except Adam who stayed behind on orders from Milton to keep watch over the pack. Or more accurately, to babysit me.I was greeted by the familiar sound of rushing water as the spring came into view.The air smelled of damp earth and wild flowers, and for the first time in the last few days, it felt like a luggage was lifted off my shoulders.I slipped off my shoes and dipped my feet into the cold water with a quiet sigh.A soft rustle drew my a
Daciana’s P.O.V I stood there, staring at Historia.She had my mother's face. Every line of it. The shape of her nose, the sharpness of her jaw, and the way her eyes held steady even when they were soft.Her words were still ringing in my ears, but only one question made it to the tip of my tongue.“How?”She smiled. “Same parents.”“I know how siblings work.” I crossed my arms. “I mean, how is it even possible? Her parents died in the war, yet you're standing here, the same age as me.”Disappointment moved across her face. It was brief and quiet. But I saw it. “I see she never told you,” she said.“Told me what?”“Your mother's people,” she held my gaze. “They're alive, Daciana.”I looked at her for a long moment. Then I laughed. It came out wrong, too sharp and too hollow, but I couldn't stop it.I shook my head. “I don't know where you've been, but the Frost demons are long gone.”She frowned. “We're not demons. And neither are you.”“You know nothing about me.” I turned for the
Daciana’s P.O.V The second howl shattered whatever hope I had left. I heard it from Milton's office. That long agonizing howl of mourning. The room suddenly felt too small, too quiet, and too difficult to breathe in. My hands trembled as I walked back and forth the room's length. Amelia. The image of her frosting covered face flashed through my face. Her smile while we celebrated her birthday not so long ago. A sob climbed up my throat. But I crushed it before it could escape. Amelia isn't dead. She couldn't be. I was still lost in my thoughts when the office door opened and Milton walked in with Adam and Davies by his side. I rushed up to him and threw my arms around his neck in an embrace. He was warm, but the rapid beat of his heart worried me. I pulled away, barely locking eyes with Adam before turning back to Milton. “I heard the howl,” I said softly. “Is she…” “No.” His voice was firm. “It wasn't Amelia.” The breath left my lungs so quickly my knees nearly gave
Milton’s P.O.VFor a second, I couldn't breathe. Adam’s words echoed in my head in the room's silence.“We couldn’t find her.”That sentence made no sense. I didn’t ask him to find her. Amelia was waiting for him in my office. She wasn’t the kind of child reckless enough to wander into trouble. Especially when advised against it.I turned to Daciana. She looked calm, but I could feel the chaos in her heart. My wolf growled deep inside me, unsettled by her stillness.“What do you mean, you can't find my sister?” Daciana finally spoke.Adam glanced between the both of us before responding to her. “Milton asked me to meet her in his office. She was waiting for me there.”“And?” She stepped forward.“His office was empty. I've searched the entire floor, but there's no sign of her.”I moved toward the door, thinking of a solution to a matter this delicate. Daciana followed closely behind me, but I stopped her.“I can't have you disappearing too,” I said. She frowned and moved past me.“My
Daciana's P.O.V My third day living as a member of Milton's pack wasn't exactly going as either of us had pictured it over breakfast this morning. I still had not asked him the name of his pack, but I hoped it would come up in a conversation. Some time in the afternoon, I took a stroll through the
Daciana's P.O.V“Seize them and throw them in the dungeon.”Those were Caleb's orders before he left us with an army of armed guards and they were all hesitant to make a move. It was either they still had respect for me as their heir, or they feared what I could possibly do to them if I was capable of
Daciana's P.O.V There was a gentle knock on the door when I woke up in the morning. Milton walked in with a towel around his waist. He went straight for his wardrobe and pulled out a black shirt and a trouser. “You've had your bath?” I asked as I watched him slip his hands into the shirt and plant
Daciana’s P.O.VI didn’t know much about my mother's pendant. To me, it had always been nothing more than an accessory. A part of her I could hold on to when everything else fell apart.Now, I wasn’t sure what it was anymore.Adam didn’t say a single word. The silence between us was louder than the







