The necklace, where is it?
Elise thought to herself as her hands roamed every inch of her body. She must’ve lost in the woods when those wolves attacked. There was no way she could go back there. The healer didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. “For now, rest. You’ll need your strength.” Elise nodded reluctantly and lay back, but her mind was far from at ease. The days at the pack house passed in a strange haze of quiet observation and restless thoughts. Elise spent her time either lying in bed or watching the other wolves as they came and went. The pack house was a hive of activity, filled with warriors, council members, and staff bustling about their duties. But no sign of Kai. Elise had heard whispers about him—his unmatched strength, his icy demeanor, his penchant for solitude. But no one spoke to her directly, and her questions about him were met with polite deflection. On the third day, she decided she’d had enough. She at least needed to see her rescuer and thank him. Elise swung her legs over the side of the bed, wincing at the soreness in her back, and stood. Her legs wobbled beneath her weight, but she steadied herself. She needed to know what was going on. . Draped in the plain clothes the healers had provided, Elise ventured out of the infirmary. The pack house was even grander than she had imagined, its walls adorned with ancient tapestries and symbols of the clans. As she wandered through the halls, she felt the stares of wolves who passed by. They didn’t speak, but their eyes said enough. Some looked at her with pity, others with disdain. Elise ignored them and pressed on. She turned a corner and nearly collided with someone. “Watch it!” a gruff voice barked. Elise looked up to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair and piercing green eyes. He wore the uniform of a pack warrior, his expression stern. “Sorry,” Elise mumbled, stepping aside. The man’s eyes narrowed as he looked her over. “You’re the Omega, aren’t you? The one the Alpha brought in.” Elise’s cheeks burned. “I—” “You shouldn’t be wandering around,” he said, cutting her off. “Go back to the infirmary.” Before Elise could respond, a commanding voice echoed down the hall. “Is there a problem here, Markus?” The warrior stiffened and turned, bowing his head slightly. Elise followed his gaze and felt her breath catch. It wasn’t Kai. But the man standing before her radiated a similar air of authority. His dark brown hair was neatly combed, and his sharp features were softened by a hint of a smile. “Beta Lucien,” Markus said, his tone respectful. “I was just advising the girl to return to the infirmary.” Lucien’s gaze shifted to Elise, his eyes warm yet curious. “I’m sure she’s capable of deciding where she wants to go.” Markus hesitated before nodding and walking away. Lucien approached Elise, his smile widening. “You must be Elise.” Elise blinked. “You... know who I am?” “The Alpha doesn’t bring just anyone to the pack house,” Lucien said, his tone teasing. “You’ve caused quite the stir.” Elise felt her cheeks heat again. “I didn’t mean to—” “I’m kidding,” Lucien said, holding up a hand. “Relax. You’re safe here.” “Where is he?” Elise blurted, unable to contain her question any longer. Lucien raised an eyebrow. “Who?” “You know who,” Elise said, her voice firm. “The Lycan Alpha.” Lucien’s expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face. “The Alpha is... busy.” “That’s what everyone keeps saying,” Elise said, frustration creeping into her voice. “Why won’t anyone tell me the truth?” Lucien hesitated, then sighed. “It’s not my place to say. But if you’re looking for answers, you won’t find them by wandering the halls.” “Then where should I look?” Elise asked. Lucien studied her for a moment, then gave her a cryptic smile. “Just go back to rest, will you. We have the best medical treatment here. In a few days you should be back on your feet. That’s all you should be worried about now.” With a tap on her shoulder, he turned and walked away, leaving Elise more confused than ever. That night, Elise couldn’t sleep. Why had Kai saved her? Why had he brought her here? And why was he avoiding her? Frustration bubbled in her chest. She needed to know. Quietly, Elise slipped out of bed and crept toward the infirmary door. The halls were dark and silent, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind outside. Elise didn’t know where she was going, but her feet seemed to move on their own, leading her through the labyrinthine corridors. A door seemed to be open that led to a well-furnished room with antique design. The heads of several beast of burden lined the walls: donkey, ram, wild boar… Elise somehow had the feeling that these were the real deal, ripped off of the animals and mounted like trophies. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. On the wooden drawer at the far corner, a glint of gold flashed underneath the yellow light. Her crescent necklace. She knew this had to be the Lycan Alpha’s room, but nobody seemed to be around for the moment, and that necklace was too precious to her to lose. Of course, she would thank him later for safekeeping it, whenever he decided to make himself shown. She crept inside the big bedroom and swiped the necklace and draped it over her neck. An unusual peace settled over her. She was beginning to slowly lose her mind. Elise was so caught up in her recovered treasure that she hadn’t realised the presence that loomed behind her. “How dare you steal from me?” Elise turned swiftly, almost tripping from the shock. Behind her, bathed in the yellow lighting of the room, stood a completely shirtless Kai. His body was sculpted like a Greek god, each ab chiseled and toned. He seemed to have just come back from a hunt, because there was a dead rabbit in his left arm, it’s blood drooling down the side of his mouth. He was looking at her with that same fiery intensity that he had on that fateful night. Elise’s heart raced as he stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat. “Sir,” she said softly. “I believe that belongs to me.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t get the chance to thank you, but this is mine. I lost it earlier in that attack.” “First rule of the hunt.” Kai said as he stepped to a slab at the side of the room and dropped the rabbit. “Whatever loot you find is yours. And I happened to find that beautiful piece of jewelry you’re wearing.” Elise fiddled with her necklace uncontrollably. She didn’t dare defy the Lycan Alpha himself, but giving up her necklace was too much. Kai seemed to have noticed the inner conflict raging within her. He laughed. “It’s okay, love. You can keep it. But don’t sneak into my room again.” Elise sighed with relief. But there was still one thing that clouded her mind. “Why did you save me?” Kai looked at her for what seemed to be forever, as if he was pondering his next words. When Elise thought he would never answer her question, he finally spoke. “The easy answer would be to tell you that I was on a hunt that night and I happened to stumble upon you and your little party of killer wolves, but that would be a blatant lie.” “Then what would be the truth?” Elise asked out of curiousity. “The truth is…” Kai stood up from where he was and walked slowly towards Elise, his suffocating aura causing her breath to catch in her throat. He came within talking distance, and got a little closer, their lips just inches apart. His hand cradled her lips as his amber gaze stared at her with lust she had never seen from anyone before. Then, in a voice that was both gentle and commanding, he said. “You’re my mate.”A distant rumble shivered across the Horizon Flats, a low vibration that reached even the bones. Elise paused on the threshold of the Oldwatch Cleft. Silver moonlight pooled behind her, illuminating the way she and Saelin had come. It lay ahead now, gaping like a wound in the earth—a passage between worlds, carved over centuries out of sorrow and stone.Saelin steadied herself on the edge. “Once we step through, it isn’t just paths and corridors…” Her voice trailed off. She rubbed her forearms. “It’s echoes. Things you feel before you see them.”Elise met her gaze steadily. “Then we’ll hold our breath till the echoes pass. Together.”Saelin nodded, lips pressed thin. She placed her hand on the rough stone of the archway. Elise did the same across from her, cold on callused sandalwood. They counted in their minds, shoulders squared, hearts beating the same rhythm—once, twice, their own private code.The air shimmered between them, rising and quivering like heat on desert rock. They
The fog over the southern ridge had teeth that morning.It clung to the evergreens like sorrow, winding through the cliffs, creeping toward the gates of the Everglade estate with purpose. Not fast. Not loud. But ancient. And very, very patient.Inside the estate, beneath the layered stone and vine-covered archways, Thea stood before her mirror, combing her hair with deliberate slowness. She had never been beautiful, not in the way noblewomen were expected to be. But there was something sharper than beauty about her. Something enduring. She wore grief like armor and suspicion like perfume.Thea had known Elise would become a danger.She just hadn’t expected it to feel this personal.A crow landed on the windowsill behind her. She didn’t turn. Didn’t need to. Its presence was enough.“Three sent from the northern watch,” she murmured. “None returned.”The crow cocked its head, as if listening.Thea set down her comb.“She’s calling them. Whether she knows it or not.”A pause. Then
The eastern wind howled through the valleys that night, dragging with it the scent of brine and burnt lavender. Not many knew the meaning of that scent anymore, but the old ones did. The Hollow was moving.Far from the southern cliffs of the Everglade estate, in the heart of the lower territories, a figure emerged from a covered caravan, boots pressing into the ash-dusted ground of what once was a thriving village. Now it was hollowed, too—walls scorched, windows empty, and silence blooming like rot in a field.The figure adjusted her cloak.No one greeted her. No one had survived.But that wasn’t why she came.Saelin stepped forward, her limbs aching but her eyes sharp. The healer’s daughter—once dismissed, once spared—had followed the pull she’d felt for weeks. The Between wasn’t just stirring. It was bleeding into the world again, leaking through old cracks. Someone had begun calling it.And not someone kind.She pressed her fingers to the ground, whispering a protection rite. But
The Everglade estate stood high above the southern cliffs, carved into a hillside where fog never fully lifted. The trees here were older than the council itself, their bark worn smooth by wind and history. The estate had no guards at its gates. It didn’t need any. Not when fear did the work of steel.Inside, the air was warm. Controlled. Polished.The scent of clove smoke lingered from the hearth, mixing with aged leather and old paper.Elder Everglade stood by the window in his study, one hand resting on the carved stone sill, the other swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. His robes were unwrinkled, his hair combed back in an immaculate line, his bearing effortlessly noble.He didn’t turn when the doors opened behind him.“You’re late,” he said.“I’m cautious,” replied Elder Kion, stepping inside and pulling off his gloves. His tone was clipped, but respectful. “Being seen at your estate this close to a council crisis could raise suspicion.”Everglade smiled without warmth. “I
Thea had always believed in structure.In sharp lines. In the law. In the idea that discipline could tame chaos.But as she stood before the Hall of Elders that morning, she felt none of that control. Only the hum beneath her skin—a subtle dissonance, like something ancient was moving again beneath the world she’d built her life upon.“We must speak plainly now,” said Elder Kael, his robes soaked at the hem from the storm that had rolled in at dawn. “If the girl is in the Northwood, then she’s breached the outer veil.”Thea kept her arms folded. “She didn’t breach it. She was called.”Kael scoffed. “Romantic nonsense. We warned you she was unstable.”“She is not unstable,” Thea said, and her voice cut through the room like the edge of a blade. “She is unclaimed. That is different.”Elder Varya leaned forward, her silver hair tied in a knot, her fingers curled around the bone-carved staff she rarely used. “The Between has been silent for decades, Thea. You speak of it like it’s a road
Thea did not sleep that night.She sat by the hearth in her private quarters, a cup of untouched tea cooling in her hands, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders even though the fire burned strong. Outside, wind scratched against the wooden panes like a restless animal. Somewhere beyond the wall, Elise was moving through forgotten lands, and though Thea didn’t admit it aloud—not to herself, not to the council—she knew the girl would not return the same.If she returned at all.A knock came at her door just before dawn. Two short taps, then one long.A warning. And a request.She rose without a word, unlocked the door, and stepped aside to let Kai enter. He looked like he hadn’t slept either—eyes rimmed in red, a shallow cut still fresh on his cheek, his coat dusted with frost.“She’s crossed into the Northwood,” he said quietly.Thea said nothing.Kai continued, “Joren tracked her as far as the ridge. Beyond that, the mist was too thick. He swears he saw something move in it.”