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
The day felt longer than usual for me.I kept my head down as we walked back from the training field. My muscles ached from the drills, and my thoughts buzzed with Killian’s piercing eyes. Every time he looked at me, I felt the weight of something unspoken—something neither of us dared to name.He has asked me to go train with him today in the woods. I couldn't say no to him because I wanted to feel how the training would go.And also to be strong, maybe I had become so fragile and frightened but now I want to be strong, to be able to defend myself whenever I am attacked by someone.He hadn’t said much since yesterday except for asking me to come along with him. But his silence was loud enough for me to understand.I caught glimpses of him watching me when Luca spoke to me during our sessions.Killian didn’t interrupt us, but I felt it in his stare and the way he stood even though he tried hiding it. The tension in him. The shift in the air. The quiet possessiveness that lingered like
I traced the curtain’s fabric with my fingers, the same way I’d been tracing the tangled threads of my heart for days. The light outside the window was golden and warm, but it did nothing to melt the frost growing inside me.Luca's voice echoed in my mind—his voice was soft, calm, steady each time he speaks. He never rushed me. Never demanded I learn faster. He simply was a constant presence in the quiet moments I couldn’t share with anyone else. With him, there was no pressure to speak, no weighty expectations. Just patience. Gentle eyes. The language of hands and glances that left out a big smile on my face. The type of smile I had never had for years. Ever. Not after I had been abused by Sebastian. The only one who had tried giving me that smile again was Killian.He made me feel seen, not because I was broken or marked by fate, but simply because I was me.But even that comfort felt like betrayal now.Because when Killian entered the room, the air changed. My breath caught. My ski
I felt it before I saw it—the shift in energy. Like something dark had passed through the walls of the pack house. I was sitting in the sunroom, staring out at the trees swaying in the breeze, trying to calm the thoughts in my head. But even the birds were quiet today.The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was warning me.Luca hadn’t come in all morning. And Killian... he hadn’t come near me since I told him I needed time. It was like the air between us had frozen over. I didn’t mind the distance. I needed it. But something about today felt wrong.I stood slowly, my feet light on the wooden floor. My heart beat faster with every step toward the hallway. The moment I turned the corner, I saw it. A single piece of paper in Killian’s hand. His knuckles were white around the edges of it, and his jaw was clenched so tight I thought he might break his teeth.I couldn’t see the words from here. But I didn’t need to.I felt it.The same way a hunted animal senses the predator before it pounces.Kil
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
The pain in my head is overwhelming, a dull throb that pulses in sync with the rapid beats of my heart. I blink, trying to clear my vision, but all I see are the blurry outlines of familiar faces, the chaos of the previous night still heavy in my chest. My hands tremble as I sit up in the bed, the cold sheets tangled around me, offering no comfort. The room is dark, save for the faint glow of morning creeping in from the window. But there’s something wrong in the air, an undercurrent of tension that seeps through the walls.I instinctively look to my side. Killian. His broad frame is sitting by my bed, his arm resting on my shoulder in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture. But all I feel is the weight of his presence—his protective nature, his concern. It suffocates me more than it soothes.“Killian?” I croak, my voice rough from sleep, but also from the knot of anxiety that twists in my stomach. He doesn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the distant corner of the room, his jaw clen
The air was still—too still. It was the kind of silence that didn’t soothe but stifled, wrapping around me like a noose. I opened my eyes to find the world bathed in a dull, gray light, the morning sun struggling to pierce through the curtains. Shadows clung to the corners of the room like ghosts. My chest tightened before I even sat up, dread anchoring itself deep in my stomach like a lead weight.My dreams had been nothing but twisted chaos. I’d seen Sebastian’s cold, dead eyes gleaming from the shadows, his mouth unmoving, yet his voice slithered through my mind like a curse. Raven was there too—his smile dripping with triumph, a smirk carved from cruelty. Their whispers had followed me into sleep, poisoning every corner of my subconscious. Even now, awake and aware, I could still feel them lingering—unseen but close, like breath on the back of my neck.I sat up, but my hands betrayed me—they trembled uncontrollably. I tried to steady them, to get the fear away, but it was like
I jolted upright in bed, a strangled gasp ripping from my throat as icy sweat soaked the back of my neck. My lungs burned for air, my chest heaving like I had just escaped drowning. The shadows in the room loomed larger than usual, clawing at the corners of my mind as if trying to pull me back into the nightmare I had just escaped.But it wasn’t just a dream—it was a vision. A message. A warning.Sebastian’s face lingered behind my eyelids, his pale eyes burning into mine with a haunting familiarity. It wasn’t just a memory—I could feel him. Somehow, impossibly, he had found a way to reach me through the tether that still existed between our cursed bloodlines. A bond I thought I had buried long ago now clawed its way back to the surface.Pain spiked behind my eyes, sharp and punishing. I clutched my head, pressing my palms against my temples as if that could cage the power surging inside me. It was like a storm—hot, relentless, alive. My magic stirred beneath my skin, crawling like f
I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, my chest heaving as though I had been running for miles. My skin was clammy with sweat, and my pulse thundered in my ears. The remnants of the dream—or rather, the vision—clung to me like a shadow that wouldn’t let go.I could still see his eyes—Sebastian’s—glowing crimson in the darkness, filled with amusement and cruelty. I could hear his voice calling my name, soft like silk, but with a promise of death in every syllable. And just before the vision ended, I saw flames devour everything I loved.I sat up, pulling the blankets off with shaking hands. My breath fogged in the air despite the warmth of the room. The atmosphere felt too still, like the world was holding its breath. There was a strange pressure in the air—thick, heavy, and pulsing like a second heartbeat. It wasn’t just the aftershock of the vision. No, this was something else—something inside me.A warm, tingling sensation rolled beneath my skin like electricity. I could feel it puls