Mag-log inElise’s breath hitched. She had heard stories of him—stories of his power, his ruthlessness, and his infamous temper. The sight of him up close was overwhelming. His tall, commanding frame exuded authority, and his sharp, chiseled features were as cold and unyielding as marble. But it was his eyes—those piercing amber eyes—that held her captive. They weren’t filled with rage as she had feared. Instead, they burned with something else. Something she couldn’t name.
“I—I’m so sorry!” Elise stammered, stepping back in horror. “I didn’t mean—” Kai raised a hand, silencing her apology. “It’s fine,” he said, his voice deep and calm, startling her further. The crowd gasped in unison, their disbelief palpable. Everyone knew Kai’s temper. For him to be this calm in the face of such an insult—it was unheard of. Kai’s gaze softened as it lingered on her, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink until it was just the two of them. He reached for a napkin from a passing waiter and began to dab at the stain on his suit, but Elise quickly snatched it from him. “Let me!” she pleaded, her cheeks burning with shame. Kai didn’t stop her, his intense gaze fixed on her as she clumsily tried to clean the mess. Her hands trembled, and she could barely hold the napkin steady. “It’s just a suit,” Kai said quietly, his voice barely audible over the pounding in her ears. Elise glanced up at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the noise of the world around them disappeared. It was just him and her, locked in a silent exchange that neither of them understood. Kai took a step closer, and Elise’s breath caught. The intensity in his eyes was almost too much to bear. Her heart raced, and she felt a strange pull toward him, like an invisible thread was tying them together. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the moment ended. Kai stepped back, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the front door, disappearing into the night. Elise stood there, her heart still racing. The spell was broken, but the memory of his gaze lingered. Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire, but Elise didn’t care to listen. She needed air. She bolted for the exit, ignoring the stares and murmurs that followed her. Once outside, she took a deep breath, the cool night air soothing her frayed nerves. The thought of taking a cab crossed her mind, but the weight of the evening urged her to seek solitude. Instead, she decided to take the trail through the woods—a path she knew well from her years in Archview. The forest was dark. Moonlight streamed through the canopy above. Elise’s footsteps were the only sound as she made her way through the trail. The earlier feeling of being watched returned, stronger this time. Her pace quickened. A rustle in the bushes made her freeze. She spun around, her eyes darting to the shadows, but saw nothing. Elise tried to reassure herself that everything was alright. She knew these woods like the back of her hand. There was no reason to fret over what seemed to be a stray rabbit, right? But the unease didn’t leave her. Another sound—a faint growl. Elise’s pulse spiked. She broke into a run, her short steps turning into desperate strides. The shadows seemed to move with her, following her every step. Then, out of nowhere, a massive black wolf crashed down from the trees, landing directly in her path. Elise skidded to a halt, her breath hitching in terror. The wolf was unlike any she had ever seen. Its fur was pitch black, its eyes glowing an unnatural red. Before Elise could react, more wolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with the same eerie light. They surrounded her, their low growls vibrating through the air. Elise’s mind raced. She had no wolf, no strength, no chance against them. The lead wolf snarled, baring its teeth. It circled her, its movements predatory and calculated. The other wolves followed suit, closing in on her. Elise’s back hit a tree, and she knew there was no escape. The lead wolf lunged. Instinct took over. Elise raised her hands, bracing for impact. But the impact never came. Instead, an invisible force erupted from her outstretched hands, sending the wolf flying into a nearby tree. The sound of the crash echoed through the forest, and the other wolves froze in shock. Elise stared at her hands, her chest heaving. What had she just done? The wolves recovered quickly, their shock turning to rage. They attacked all at once, their growls deafening the air between them. Elise raised her hands again, and the same invisible force burst forth, throwing the wolves back. But one of them was faster, recovering quick from the knock back and coming at her. A searing pain tore through her back as its claws raked across her skin. She cried out, her blood soaking through her clothes. The force of the strike sent her crashing to the ground, her crescent necklace flying off her neck to the dirt. The wolves regrouped, their leader snarling orders. Elise knew she couldn’t hold them off much longer. Her vision blurred, her strength fading. Then, a howl pierced the air. The wolves froze, their ears perking up. The sound was powerful, commanding, and filled with authority. Panic flashed in their glowing red eyes. One by one, they retreated, disappearing into the shadows. Elise collapsed to her knees, her strength gone. Through her blurring vision, she saw a massive wolf emerge from the thicket. Its golden eyes locked onto her as it shifted, its form morphing into that of a man. Kai. He knelt beside her, his expression filled with concern. “Elise,” he said, his voice soft but urgent. Elise tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Her vision darkened, and the last thing she saw was Kai’s face, illuminated by the moonlight, before everything went black. The first thing Elise noticed when she woke was the faint scent of lavender and herbs, mixed with the sterile smell of disinfectant. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she was greeted by a warm, golden light filtering through the gauzy curtains of the infirmary. Her body ached, particularly her back, where the wolf’s claws had left their mark. The faint sting of the injury made her wince as she tried to move. “You’re awake,” a soft voice said, drawing Elise’s attention to a middle-aged woman in a pale green uniform. Her kind eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Where am I?” Elise croaked, her voice hoarse. “The pack house infirmary,” the woman said, stepping closer with a tray of steaming bowls. “You’ve been unconscious for a day and a half. The healers have been working on your injuries, but you’ll need more rest to fully recover.” The mention of the pack house sent a jolt through Elise. She had never been here before, never been allowed to step into the sanctum of the wolves who ruled her world. The infirmary was surprisingly elegant, its walls lined with shelves of herbs and tonics. Everything felt alien yet strangely comforting. The memories of the attack in the forest surged back, causing Elise to sit up abruptly, only to hiss in pain. “Easy now,” the healer said, gently pressing her back onto the soft mattress. “I... there was a wolf,” Elise stammered, her heartbeat quickening. “No, a pack of wolves. And then—” She paused, her thoughts scrambling to piece together the fragmented images. “There was someone. Kai. The Lycan leader. He—” “He brought you here,” the healer confirmed, her tone calm and steady. Elise’s heart skipped. “Where is he?” The healer hesitated, her smile dimming. “The Alpha has other matters to attend to. You won’t see him here.” The answer left Elise with more questions than relief. Why had he saved her? And why had he disappeared? “When will I leave?” Elise asked, her voice softer now. The healer placed a damp cloth on Elise’s forehead, her movements tender. “You’ll stay here until you’re fully healed. After that, you’ll return home.” Home. The word felt like a weight on Elise’s chest. The thought of going back to her aunt’s house, back to the endless ridicule, made her stomach churn. Elise’s hands roamed to her neck. It was with great shock that she realised an important part of her was missing.Kai woke with a start, sweat clinging to his skin. His breath came heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling as if he’d been running for miles. The room was dark except for the faint glow of moonlight cutting through the curtains. His sheets were tangled around his legs, soaked through.He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. But no matter how hard he tried, the image wouldn’t leave his mind—Elise, standing at the edge of that platform, chains on her wrists, her eyes wide and wet with disbelief.“Kai, please… just look at me.”The dream had been so vivid it might as well have been real again. He could still hear her voice, trembling but defiant. He could still feel the pull—the bond he had tried so hard to silence—reaching for him even as he turned away.“Stop,” he muttered, shaking his head as if to drive her out of it. “It’s over.”But his wolf didn’t believe that. The beast inside him growled low, pacing restlessly beneath his skin. Every time he closed his eyes, it cl
The forest was alive with sound—branches snapping, leaves rustling under her torn shoes, the faint growl of distant creatures echoing in the cold air. Elise stumbled forward, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Her arm burned where the branch had slashed her earlier, but she didn’t dare stop. Every sound behind her felt like a pursuit, every shadow like a claw reaching for her throat.She had no idea how long she’d been running. Hours, maybe days. The sun had risen and fallen so many times that time no longer mattered. Hunger twisted her stomach. Her throat was dry enough to crack. But stopping meant death, and she wasn’t ready to give them that satisfaction—not Kion, not the council, and definitely not Becky.When her knees buckled, she caught herself against a tree, panting. The bark scraped her palms, but the pain grounded her. Her thoughts flickered back to the execution square—the roar of the crowd, the cold glint in Kai’s eyes as she was dragged out. The sound of her aunt’s scre
The night had swallowed Archview whole.From the top of the High Tower, the city looked silent—too silent. The torches lining the courtyard flickered, their light reflecting on the marble paths that still carried stains from that chaotic day. Thea’s last roar still echoed in many minds, though none dared to speak of it.No one had seen her body.No one had seen her fall.Some said she’d been captured, others whispered she’d torn through the guards and vanished into the woods. But one truth spread through the ranks like wildfire—Elise Thorne had escaped.In the ForestElise pressed her back against the rough bark of a tree, chest heaving, every breath burning her lungs. The patrol had passed barely a minute ago—four men in council armor, their wolves sniffing the air. She hadn’t dared move.Now she waited, clutching the bloody fabric of her torn dress.She was freezing, filthy, and half-delirious from exhaustion, but she couldn’t stop. The symbol she’d found the night before—the cresce
The forest didn’t end.Elise didn’t know how long she had been running anymore. Every step felt heavier, her feet raw and bleeding through the torn fabric wrapped around them. The cold bit into her skin, seeping through the shredded remnants of her prison dress. Her breath came out in uneven gasps, white clouds in the midnight air.Branches slapped her face as she stumbled through the underbrush, her hands outstretched to keep from crashing into trees. Every few seconds, she’d hear something behind her—a rustle, a twig snapping—and her heart would leap. But when she turned, there was nothing. Just the whisper of wind through dead leaves.Her ankle throbbed from where she’d twisted it while escaping. Her arm bled where a blade had grazed her. And her ribs ached—she wasn’t sure if it was from falling or from the blows she’d taken during capture.But none of that compared to the ache inside her chest.The ache that carried his name.Kai.She bit her lip hard, stopping herself from saying
Elise ran.Branches tore at her arms and face as she stumbled through the forest, her breath breaking in sharp, ragged bursts. The world blurred—trees, fog, and the metallic scent of blood mixing in her nose. Every sound behind her was chaos: the clash of steel, the snarl of beasts, the scream of warriors meeting their deaths.Thea’s roar split the air again. It wasn’t just rage; it was pain, desperate and guttural. It echoed through the trees, through Elise’s chest, through everything she had left.“No,” Elise gasped, tripping over a root. She caught herself, palms digging into the dirt. Her fingers trembled as she tried to rise. “No, I can’t leave you—”But she remembered Thea’s last words, shouted over the carnage as she shoved Elise toward the forest’s edge.“Run! Don’t look back! Find the hidden clan—find Elsa! Go, Elise!”Elise’s tears burned as she forced herself up again. Her legs screamed for rest, but her heart screamed louder.“I can’t—” she whispered, her voice breaking as
The executioner raised the silver blade.The sunlight glinted off its edge, catching on the worn, splintered platform where Elise knelt, her wrists bound before her. The crowd was silent—too silent. You could hear the metal hiss as it cut the air, could feel the weight of it like the world holding its breath.Kion stood tall beside the executioner, hand raised to signal the final strike. Becky watched from the front row, lips parted in mock sorrow. Lucien stood rigid near the guards, fists clenched so tight the veins on his hands looked ready to burst.Kai…Kai didn’t move. He stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable, but his wolf howled inside him, thrashing and tearing against the walls of his control.“Let this execution be a reminder,” Kion declared, voice booming. “That betrayal will not be tolerated under the crown of Whitemoon!”The crowd roared.The blade lifted higher.And then—A snarl tore through the air.A blur of movement shot from the edge of the platform, colli







