Killian’s POVThe fight with Darius had been more rough than I expected.Even though I won it, I didn’t leave the battle without injuries. My right shoulder throbbed from a deep gash, and bruises painted my skin, this was from Darius. I hated that I let my anger lead me into that fight, but it was necessary I did. Darius had insulted not only me but my authority as Alpha. And I can't stand him going further without a reaction. Now I know he is a traitor to me. I will get back at him when it's due time.After the fight, I called Raven to my side with urgency. My voice was firm, but low at the same time, because the pain in my chest was growing worse and I was bleeding. I should have asked him to take me home but remembering Selene is around. I decided to let him go get her while I find my way back to the pack house . Her safety matters the most.“Go get Selene. Bring her back to the pack house,” I said. “Now, hurry!”Raven gave a nod before heading off.One of the warriors who had co
Luca was patient.He sat across from me in the classroom, his elbows resting on the table, eyes kind and gentle. He held up a flashcard with a single word printed in bold letters: safe.“Try it again,” he encouraged softly. “Say it slowly. No pressure.”I looked at the word. My lips moved without sound at first, then I forced it out, even though my heart beat fast.“S-s...safe.”His eyes lit up. “Yes! That’s it. You did it!”A small smile formed on my lips. I had said it. Out loud.Luca clapped once and leaned back in his chair. “You’re doing amazing, Selene. You’re learning so fast.”I looked down, shy but happy. This wasn’t like the last time I had tried to learn something. Before, every mistake meant a slap or a harsh word. Now, mistakes were okay. Luca never raised his voice. He never made me feel stupid.He made me feel safe.When I looked up, I saw Killian standing by the door. His arms were folded over his chest, his expression unreadable—but there was something soft in his eye
Killian sat on the edge of my bed, filled with silence. But his scent was so strong. I could feel it around me. Even though he was not too close to me. Not too far from me yet I perceived the scent like he was laying closer to me.He always left enough space for me to breathe, maybe he smelled I was afraid of him. So he gives enough room for me to choose between coming closer myself or withdrawing back. That was the total difference between him and Sebastian. Sebastian would never give me the room to breathe nor would he ever think I needed one. I was always abused, humiliated and beaten. The silence between us was broken when he spoke up, bringing me back to reality.“Do you want me to stay for a while?” he asked softly, staring at my face.I noticed tears were almost dropping down my cheeks so I quickly wiped it off.I looked at him, hiding the tears which were about to betray me then I nodded my head. Just once. Flipped my head to the other side to avoid eye contact with him. He
The morning air was cool on my skin. I stepped outside slowly, my steps unsure. The sunlight was too bright. I hadn’t seen the sun in years, not without fear. My eyes struggled to adjust, blinking fast as the light hurt them. Everything looked washed out. My vision, already half-blind from the beatings and darkness I had lived in, fought to focus.Still, the breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of flowers and grass. It felt strange. I was used to the scent of blood, cold floors, and chains. I didn’t know what to do with the peace.Luca walked beside me, not too close, but close enough to help if I needed it. He didn’t say much. He never pressured me. That was why I trusted him during our learning sessions. He let me talk with drawings or small nods. He didn’t laugh when I stammered or stayed silent.Killian was ahead, speaking to a warrior near the training ground. He looked different in the sunlight. Less cruel, more calm. His eyes caught mine for a second, and he gave me a small no
I could feel the air shift as soon as Luca walked into the room. He had that calm, reassuring presence that always seemed to settle my nerves. We had spent so much time together in the past weeks, and I was beginning to understand him better—his gentle patience, his unwavering support. In his presence, I felt like I could breathe again, like there was hope in a world that had stolen so much from me.As I sat down on the chair, trying to get comfortable, I noticed Killian standing by the door, watching us intently. His eyes were darker today, his jaw tight. I couldn’t figure out why, but there was something different about him. Something subtle that made the air feel heavier than usual.“Ready to continue?” Luca asked, pulling me back to the moment. He smiled warmly, and I nodded. My lessons with Luca had become a kind of sanctuary for me. I was learning to communicate, to express myself, even though the words never came as easily as I wished.Killian remained silent by the door, his p
I had barely finished my lesson with Luca when the day took an unexpected turn. We had just gone over a few more signs, and I could tell Luca was getting impatient with me, though not in a bad way. He just wanted me to progress faster, to understand more. But no matter how hard I tried, the words and signs seemed to slip through my fingers.Luca noticed my frustration and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re doing well,” he reassured me, his voice gentle, though it carried a hint of concern. “Just take it easy. You’ll get there.”I nodded, grateful for his patience. But before I could say anything, the door to the room swung open with a loud thud, and my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.Killian’s presence filled the room like a storm. He didn’t speak right away, but his eyes were sharp, watching us both. The tension in the air grew thick, and I immediately felt the shift.“Luca,” Killian’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach
The morning started like every other day in the pack house.But the only difference was that Elara came to check on me with that usual bright smile she carried around.I was surprised she came, it was a great pleasure she did come over to my room to see how I am fairing. That was unlike any other Beta wolf I knew of. I didn’t speak much to her, but she always found ways to talk around my silence. Sometimes, I found comfort in her words. They filled the emptiness I couldn’t describe.Killian had tried to speak to me again today after Elara left the room. He was gentle. His deep voice is softer than usual. But I still struggled to say much to him, maybe because I am yet to master my signs or I wasn't just ready to speak. Could I say my wolf isn't ready to awake? I didn’t know why. Maybe it was my fear. Or maybe I still didn’t know how to speak around him or learn how to communicate in a way he would understand. He was my Alpha now… and something more than that. Something confusing to
Killian’s POVI stood at the edge of the packhouse balcony, the wind tugging at my sleeves, while my gaze was fixed on the grounds below. The sun hung low, bathing everything in a golden hue for me. From up here, it all looked peaceful—like it was a perfect illusion.But I wasn’t fooled by it.Down there, Selene stood beneath the tree with Luca beside her, the two of them exchanging words in their own quiet rhythm and demonstration. She smiled at him—softly, shyly—and the sight of it hit me like a punch to the gut.I clenched the iron railing which was standing by my side.I should have been happy to see she was relating with someone in the pack. I should have felt relieved that she was making progress in communicating, that she was finally beginning to communicate. That she trusted someone enough to let her guard down. Hell, I was the one who brought Luca here to help her. I assigned him. I approved of his methods. And he was good at what he did.Too good that she was coming out of
My eyelids flutter open, but the world is an unfocused blur. A sharp sting pulls at the edges of my vision, making it hard to concentrate. My eyes feel as though they’ve been sealed shut, like it was crusted with remnants of dried blood and sweat. Each blink is like scraping sandpaper against my skin. I barely manage to peel them open and, for a moment, all I can see is the dim flicker of a single lantern swaying above me, casting erratic shadows on the four corners of the canvas walls around me. The lantern’s light dances wildly, its movements jarring and unpredictable. It’s like the flickering of my thoughts—disjointed, fragmented, struggling to come together.I take a shallow breath, but the air is thick, heavy with the metallic scent of blood—my own, Elara’s, and maybe others too. The smell is overpowering, coating the back of my throat and turning my stomach. Every inhale feels like I’m choking, each breath a reminder of the bruises and brokenness coursing through my body. My
Pain was the first thing I felt—dull, spreading like thick ink beneath my skin. My eyelids fluttered open to a blur of soot-streaked canvas above me, the tang of smoke heavy in the air. The shelter around me had once been part of a larger tent, now reduced to a makeshift half-wreckage held up by snapped poles and scorched rope. Somewhere beyond the torn flaps, muffled screams and the metallic clash of steel cracked through the air like thunder. The war had not ended. It had only grown teeth.I shifted slightly and nearly cried out from the burn that pulsed through my side. My body felt like it had been dragged through a storm, then left to rot in its wake. My mouth was dry, the taste of iron heavy on my tongue. My limbs refused to move as if they no longer belonged to me. That’s when I noticed her—Elara—kneeling by a battered table, grinding herbs together with quick, jerky movements. Her back was to me, but her shoulders were tense, her motions far too aggressive for someone trying
The sound of that roar clung to my bones like an ancient curse which was unearthed from the grave.It wasn’t just a warning—it was a promise that was hurting. A declaration that the devil had arrived at our doorstep, the devil that had given his warning for long, not in the shadows but in full, arrogant glory. That voice, that soul-deep growl that shattered the treetops and silenced the wind—it belonged to Sebastian. And with his arrival came the death of peace, the unraveling of safety, and the return of everything I had fought to escape from his dangerous grip. The fragile calm I had dared to hold like porcelain in trembling hands was crushed, its shards now scattered across the blood-soaked horizon.I stood there frozen, my boots sinking slightly into the damp earth, as my eyes searched the forest's edge where the world blurred into gloom.The trees shifted like breathing beasts, their silhouettes stretching unnaturally as if recoiling from what slithered through them. There were
The weight of the silence pressed down on me, thick and oppressive, like a suffocating blanket that refused to lift. Even the softest sounds—the rustle of leaves outside, the whisper of the wind brushing against the windowpane—felt muted, subdued, as though the world itself had fallen under a spell of eerie anticipation. I stood still, barely breathing, my fingertips grazing the cool, dew-frosted glass of the wide window that overlooked the forest stretching endlessly into the distance. The moonlight filtered through the trees, painting long silver streaks across the floor, but even its glow felt wrong tonight—too pale, too ghostly. The calm in the air wasn’t peaceful. It was unnatural, as if the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for something terrible to happen. Deep in my bones, a low vibration hummed, growing louder with each second. A warning. A whisper from something ancient and primal within me.Something is coming, I thought, the phrase not just echoing through my
The sun crept through the trees in pale, hesitant beams, but they did nothing to ease the weight pressing on my chest. The camp, once a safe haven, now felt like a maze full of shadows. Each corner I turned seemed to hold another secret, and I was too exhausted to keep searching for answers. Every step I took felt like I was walking on the edge of something—something I couldn’t quite see but could feel closing in around me. I wanted to trust the people here, wanted to let the illusion of safety in, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when there were so many whispers in the air—so many secrets hidden just beneath the surface.The morning began like any other, the quiet hum of the camp bustling around me, but there was an unease settling deep within my bones. I could feel it the moment I woke up—the weight of silence between me and the pack. My body was healing, yes, thanks to Luca’s careful attention, but my mind… my mind was still a shattered mess. The tenderness in his touch, his constant
Whispers Beneath the Moon.The moon-hollow spring shimmered like spilled silver beneath the gathering dusk. I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t just the reflection of the moon that caught my breath, but the way the water seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as though it were somehow aware of me. The air was thick with ancient magic, and it wrapped around me, squeezing my chest in a way I couldn’t explain.I’d seen beautiful places before, but none that made my heart ache with such unease. There was something so eerily perfect about this moment—too perfect. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. The soft ripples of the spring mirrored the flickering of my thoughts, both chaotic and restless. My eyes, locked onto the water’s surface, reflected a version of me I barely recognized—a girl lost in a world of secrets, searching for something she couldn’t quite define.My bare feet sank slightly into the cool, smooth stones beneat
The first thing I noticed was the scent of herbs—sharp, bitter, and so overwhelming that it clung to the inside of my nose like an invasive reminder. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t comforting either. I tried to focus on something else, but as soon as I opened my eyes, a wave of exhaustion slammed into me. The soft flicker of candlelight danced on the walls, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch across the room like tired spirits. The air was thick with the scent of healing oils, balms, and damp earth, all tinged with something sharper—the bitter aftertaste of the wolfsbane poison I’d barely survived.I tried to lift my hand to touch my face, but it felt as though a thousand pounds were pressing down on me. My body didn’t obey me as it once had. Each joint, each vein, felt like it had been soaked in slow fire.It burned and pulsed through every part of me. I was alive, but I didn’t feel truly awake. My skin felt too tight against my bones, my limbs heavy, sluggish. I barely
The first thing I felt was the pounding in my skull.It wasn’t sharp, but a deep, echoing ache—like someone was striking a drum underwater. Each throb sent a ripple through my temples, making it harder to breathe, to think. My lashes trembled against the weight of consciousness as I blinked slowly, trying to pull myself from the fog.A soft warmth surrounded me—the familiar scent of lavender detergent on my sheets, the feathery brush of my pillow beneath my cheek. I was home, in my room. But the peace I normally felt here had vanished. Everything felt... off. The silence was too heavy. The air is still. Time itself seemed suspended.And then I saw him.Killian. Perched at the edge of the bed like a sentinel refusing to leave his post. His usually unreadable expression had crumbled. His hand wrapped around mine, not gently, but like it was a lifeline—one he couldn’t afford to lose. The tendons in his fingers were taut, his knuckles pale from the force of his grip.He looked like a man
The air in the room felt unusually still when I woke up, like time itself had paused. I reached out and found Killian's pillow next to mine, the scent of him still lingering in the fabric, as comforting as it was bittersweet. He’d been staying close, his presence a constant reassurance in the chaos I had been thrust into. But today, I woke to an empty bed. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but the quietness of the room seemed to stretch on forever, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.Since arriving at the pack, I’d been doing my best to adjust. But no matter how much I tried, I always felt like an outsider. Still, I couldn’t deny that some things were starting to feel a little more familiar. I was slowly learning how to fit in—at least, I hoped I was. Killian had trusted me enough to leave me in Elara’s care while he handled matters within the pack.His departure wasn’t sudden, but it still left a pit in my stomach. He said he’d be back soon, that it wasn’t anything