ログインThe wolf stays on his knees, head low, breath steady, and I feel it settle deeper inside me like something just locked into place, while Jax’s grip tightens on my hand and Derek shifts slightly forward, his body still in front but no longer blocking me completely.“Stand up,” Jax says, his voice sharp, controlled.The wolf doesn’t move.I feel the hesitation in him, not fear, not defiance, just… waiting, and my fingers tighten slightly as that quiet hum inside me answers without asking.“It’s okay,” I say.Jax turns his head toward me fast. “Don’t—”But the word is already out.The wolf lifts his head slowly, then rises, not rushed, not forced, just steady, like he heard me clearly over everything else.Jax exhales through his teeth. “You see that?”Derek doesn’t look away from the wolf. “I see it.”More movement follows behind him, and the wolves at the border shift closer, not crossing yet, but no longer holding back the way they did before.“They’re coming,” one of our guards says
I don’t move when that last echo settles, because it doesn’t fade the way the others did, and my hand stays pressed to my stomach while Jax’s grip tightens again and Derek shifts closer, both of them watching the wolves drop one after another like something invisible just pressed them down.“Get up,” Jax snaps, his voice cutting through the stillness.No one moves.The wolf closest to us keeps his head low, shoulders tense, breath uneven like he’s fighting something he can’t push back, and the others stay the same, frozen in that half-kneel that doesn’t feel like choice.“I didn’t tell them to do that,” I say.Derek’s gaze stays sharp, scanning them, calculating. “You didn’t have to.”Jax steps forward slightly, his body angling between me and them again. “This stops now.”Another pulse moves through me, softer, slower, and the wolves react again, not dropping further but holding tighter, like they’re bracing under something.“I’m not pushing anything,” I say, my voice low.Jax looks
I don’t feel them leave completely, because something stays behind, not their bodies but that quiet pull that keeps brushing against me, and I stay still while Jax’s fingers tighten around mine again and Derek shifts closer, both of them watching me like they expect me to react first.“You’re still connected,” Derek says, low.I nod once, my hand pressing lightly against my stomach as that steady pulse answers again, calm but aware, like it’s listening beyond what I can hear.Jax leans in closer, his voice rough near my ear. “Cut it off.”“I’m not holding it,” I reply.His jaw tightens, and his free hand slides to my waist, firm, grounding. “Then stop answering it.”Another brush comes, softer but deeper, and my breath catches as my fingers curl slightly into his hand.“I’m not answering,” I whisper.Derek steps in front of me this time, his hand lifting my chin again, forcing my focus onto him. “Then focus here.”His thumb presses lightly against my lip, not soft, not gentle, just en
I don’t pull back when that connection settles, and the moment stretches between us and them, tight and silent, while Jax’s grip on my hand turns firm enough to ground me and Derek shifts closer, his shoulder brushing mine as he studies every movement in front of us.“Say what you came for,” Derek says, his voice calm but edged.The one in front steps closer, slow and careful, and his eyes never leave mine as he stops just short of the space Jax blocks.“We felt it,” he says, steady. “We followed it.”Jax lets out a low breath, his stance widening slightly as he leans forward just enough to remind them of the line. “You felt enough. Turn back.”The man doesn’t move.His gaze flicks briefly to Jax, then returns to me like nothing else matters. “That’s not why we’re here.”I feel it again, that pull tightening slightly, and my fingers curl into Jax’s as I step forward a fraction, enough to feel both of them shift instantly to match me.“Then why are you here?” I ask.He exhales slowly,
I feel it again before anyone speaks, that pull stretching beyond the pack, and Jax’s grip tightens around my hand while Derek steps slightly in front of me, his body shifting without hesitation, already placing himself between me and whatever is reaching for us.“Stay behind me,” Derek says, low and firm.I don’t move back, and Jax doesn’t let me either, his arm sliding around my waist, holding me in place as his gaze cuts across the trees, sharp and restless.“They’re not here yet,” Jax mutters, his voice rough. “But they’re close.”My fingers tighten around his, and I press my other hand to my stomach, feeling that steady pulse respond again, not rising, just… watching, like it senses the same thing.“They feel us,” I say quietly.Derek glances back at me, his expression tightening. “Then we make sure they understand what that means.”Jax lets out a low breath, almost a growl, as he shifts closer, his chest pressing against my back again. “No one comes near you.”“I’m not hiding,”
Derek’s hand tightens on my shoulder as the last wolf rises, and the silence shifts again, heavier now, filled with something that doesn’t feel like loyalty anymore, and I feel Jax’s chest press harder against my back as his breath slows, controlled, watching them all like he expects one wrong move.“Look at them,” Jax mutters, low in my ear.I don’t want to, but I do, and the way they stand—still, waiting, eyes fixed on me—makes my stomach tighten as my hand presses over his again, holding there like it keeps me steady.“They’re not waiting for orders,” I say quietly.Derek steps closer, his fingers brushing my chin, turning my face back to him, his gaze sharp and searching. “Then what are they waiting for?”I don’t answer, because one of them steps forward, slow and careful, and instead of speaking, he drops again, one knee hitting the ground, head lowering like he can’t stay standing in front of me.Jax stiffens instantly, his arm locking tighter around me. “No.”The wolf doesn’t l
The decision to formalize our bond was not romantic.It was strategic.That did not make it less sacred.In Montenegro, the Mating Run is older than council law. Older than borders. It predates written records, passed down through oral memory and scar tissue. An Alpha does not simply claim a mate.
The first letter arrived sealed in black wax.No crest. No signature. Just a folded sheet of heavy parchment delivered by a neutral courier who refused eye contact and left before our guards could question him.I broke the seal myself.Derek watched from across my desk. Jax stood near the windows,
I felt him before I saw him.Drail.His presence scraped across the edge of my mind like rusted metal dragged over stone. Weak now. Fractured. But still alive.The absorption had changed something fundamental inside me. Lyra’s rogue energy no longer raged wild in the forest. It flowed through me t
Power is easy to win in battle.Keeping it is administrative.That realization settled over me as I stood at the head of the long council table, sunlight cutting across polished oak and the faces of wolves who had once questioned whether I would survive the season.Now they questioned something els







