INICIAR SESIÓNMira's POVThe howl rolled across the territory like a wave, rising from one side of the mountain before another answered somewhere farther away. By the time the third joined in, the sound had wrapped itself around the entire pack house. Every hair on my arms stood up.I forgot about the door. I forgot about Rowan standing a few feet away. I couldn't even look at him because my eyes were fixed on my wrist.The silver lines hadn't disappeared. They rested beneath my skin like they had always been there, faint but unmistakable, curving around my wrist before disappearing beneath the sleeve of my sweater. If I hadn't watched them appear with my own eyes, I would've convinced myself I'd imagined the whole thing.I rubbed at them with my thumb. Nothing happened."They're still there," I whispered."I can see that."His voice was calm, but it didn't sound normal. Rowan always spoke like someone who expected people to listen. Tonight there was something else mixed in with it, something caref
Rowan's pov "You're know," she said "You're making me nervous." "How?" "You keep standing there like you're about to interrogate me." "I don't interrogate people." She stared at me for a second before bursting into laughter. I frowned. "What?" "You cannot be serious." "I am." "You questioned me for twenty minutes the first day I got here." "I was gathering information." "That is the longest way anyone has ever said interrogation." A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of my mouth before I caught it. Unfortunately, she caught it too. "...Did you just smile?" "I didn't." "You absolutely did." "You imagined it." She pointed at me triumphantly. "There! You did it again." "I think you're tired." "I think you're in denial."I should have ended the conversation right there. Instead, I pulled out the chair beside the window and sat down. She looked entirely too pleased with herself. "You know what's funny?" she asked. "I'm sure you're about to tell me." "I used to think you were terrifyi
Rowan's POVThe message stayed exactly where it was no matter how many times I looked away. Whoever had carved it into the wall hadn't rushed the job. Every letter was clean and deliberate, almost too neat, as if they wanted to make sure I read every word. She belongs to us. I let out a slow breath and stepped closer. Stone dust still covered the floor beneath the carving. I crouched, rubbed a little between my fingers, then scanned the room again. Nothing else had been touched. The desk was exactly where I'd left it. My weapons still hung beside the fireplace, and even the glass I'd abandoned near the window hadn't been moved. Whoever had entered my room hadn't come looking for information. They'd come to make sure I saw those four words.Three steady knocks sounded at the door. Not hurried. Not hesitant. Familiar. "Come in." Elias walked in without waiting, just as he always had. He'd been doing that since we were teenagers, long before either of us carried titles that demanded resp
Rowan's POVThe passage could wait.Mira clearly thought otherwise.She stood in front of the hidden opening wearing the same expression she'd had since the day I bought her at the auction—the one that usually appeared right before she ignored every ounce of common sense and somehow made my day far more complicated than it needed to be. I already knew what she was thinking, and the worst part was that she knew I knew."Don't even start," I said.She folded her arms without a hint of guilt. "I haven't said anything.""You don't need to."The corner of her mouth lifted. That tiny smile was all the confirmation I needed, and for some reason it made her look entirely too pleased with herself. Behind her, the hidden passage sat in complete silence. The shelf had slid back into place, the strange glow had vanished, and if I hadn't seen everything with my own eyes, I might have convinced myself none of it had happened. Unfortunately, it had happened. That was exactly why I wasn't letting her
Rowan's POVThe sound echoed through the archive longer than it should have. A handful of books had fallen from one of the oldest shelves, yet the noise seemed to linger between the rows long after the last cover hit the floor. Mira stood frozen where she was, staring at the mess like she expected the books to explain themselves.For a moment neither of us moved. Then she slowly turned toward me. "I didn't touch anything." Her expression was so genuinely offended by the accusation she imagined in my head that I almost ignored the symbol entirely.Almost. Instead, my gaze stayed fixed on the section of shelf that had been exposed when the books fell. The symbol hadn't been there before. Or at least it shouldn't have been.That shelf had existed for generations. I knew every restricted section of the archive. I knew which shelves were protected, which texts were sealed, and which records had been hidden long before I was born. That mark wasn't supposed to be visible. Yet there it was. B
Rowan's POVWatching Mira wander through the archive should have been amusing. Most people entered this room carefully. Respectfully. Mira looked at ancient books the same way she looked at everyone else in my territory. Like she was one bad answer away from starting an argument.She stopped in front of a shelf twice her height and squinted at one of the titles. Then she frowned. Then she frowned harder. I already knew what was coming. "What language is this?"There it was. I leaned against one of the tables. "Old Lycan." "That's not a real language." "It is." "It sounds fake." I rubbed a hand over my face. Somehow every conversation with her ended this way.Across the room, Mira continued examining books while muttering to herself. For a moment I simply watched her. The way she moved. The way she constantly touched things she wasn't supposed to touch. The way she acted like she wasn't standing in the most protected room in the territory.Nothing about her matched what I knew. Nothing







