LOGINHe spoke first, his tone low but firm enough to carry. “We can wait,” he said. “Children will come when they’re meant to. The Pack already has its heart.” The room stilled for a breath. Mara looked over her shoulder, her hands still sunk in flour, her eyes soft and startled. “You mean me?” she asked
LILAThe house woke before dawn. Old wood shifted, the hearth whispered, and the air felt different—alive again. I stood at the foot of the stairs when I heard them coming. Two sets of steps, uneven from the road, but in rhythm all the same. When the door opened, cold air rushed through the hall. Ga
“I thought I had to be perfect,” she said. “Every step, every word. Like one mistake would make them lose faith in me.”“Then let them,” I said. “Let them see we bleed too. Let them see what real looks like.”Her eyes lifted toward the sky, catching the first streaks of gold between the branches. “T
GAVINHer breath came out in bursts, sharp enough to cut. She pressed her palm to her mouth, like the words might spill if she didn’t hold them in. I moved before I thought, closing the space, catching her hands in mine. Her fingers were cold and damp, her pulse racing under my thumb.“I can’t be wh
GAVINThe scent hit me before I saw the gate—hers, faint and fading, scattered by wind. I caught it the second I stepped into the hall, and everything in me snapped to attention. The council chamber still echoed in my head, the droning voices, the talk of territory lines and alliance disputes. I had
MARAI knelt beside a pool fed by a narrow stream. Moonlight rippled across its surface, silver on black. My reflection flickered there, the same face that wore the Luna’s mask every day, only softer now—bare, unsure, alive. I cupped my hands in the water and let it run down my wrists. The cold snap
LILAHe chose a new head of training the next day. A wolf I didn’t recognize, taller than most, face covered in burn scars. He carried himself like a war drum. I watched him make the youngest trainees run drills until their hands bled, then made them do it again. He shouted until their forms were pe
LILAThe courtyard was packed before the first bell rang.I stood on the upper balcony, one hand resting on the stone railing, watching the crowd spill in through the main gates like everything was fine. Lanterns floated from the terrace beams, music drifted through the archways, and servers passed
LILATyler didn’t move.Janet stood just below the platform, her cloak dragging through blood. Her voice had cut the courtyard in half, but she hadn’t raised it once.He faced her like a man standing inside a dream he couldn’t rewrite.From where I crouched behind the overturned banquet table, I saw
LILAThe storm the night before came down like it had a grudge. Thunder cracked like broken bones, lightning split the sky into pieces. I ran out to save the drying herbs I’d forgotten on the garden line, barefoot and stubborn, slipping on wet grass like a fool.I fell hard—knee-first into the stone







