Killian's povSuddenly I saw Elara standing up and moving. My heart raced on what she was up to this time around.I wanted to stop her from further steps but she already began to speak.“Strength of heart is noble,” she said, tone velvet over steel. “But ruling a pack is more than emotion. It's a strategy. Legacy. Loyalty. Has she proven hers?” “Elara—” I warned, but she raised a hand, still the picture of calm. “I only ask what others wonder, Killian. We barely know her. And already she’s brought danger into these walls. We cannot afford uncertainty.” Something in me snapped. “You’re not asking,” I said, stepping toward her, “you’re accusing. Say it plainly if you dare.” Her eyes flicked to the Elders, then back to me. “I am loyal to the pack and have always been loyal. To you. I only—” “To me?” I said coldly. “Then honor my choice.” Her jaw tightened. Silence fell again. The Elders were watching us, and it was weighing down. They weren’t just witnessing a presentation. They were
The silence inside my room felt heavier than usual. Even though it was late outside, I hadn’t changed out of my clothes, yet the one I put on to attend the meeting with the elders and Elara.I was still pacing the wooden floor with restless steps.Killian hadn’t returned yet. He was told earlier that the crystals are missing. Hearing that made a knot tightened in my stomach.The Moonlight Ceremony is tomorrow, and without those crystals, the bond wouldn’t seal properly between us both. It wasn’t just symbolic—it was spiritual, binding. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t bless a union unless all elements were present. And right now, the most sacred pieces are gone.Stolen.I sat down at the edge of the bed and stared at my hands. They were trembling, though not from fear. Frustration surged beneath my skin like wildfire. After everything—after surviving exile, rejection, nearly losing my wolf, and Killian’s redemption arc—was this how it would all unravel?No. I wouldn’t let it. Not now that I
I smiled faintly at that—an empty gesture I’d learned to mimic over the years. The truth was, I had never truly been strong. I had just gotten good at pretending so I won't look like the freak I was known for. But the warmth didn’t reach my core tonight. Not even close.My fingers twitched with another question, but before I could raise them to sign, a memory surged—uninvited and sharp.The scent of ash.The cracking of bones.Sebastian’s voice, velvet-wrapped venom, whispering that it would only be a few more days before he came to take me away.Forcefully. As he always intended.My heart stumbled. I flinched and instinctively ducked my head, retreating into myself like a child hiding from the monster in the closet. But Sebastian wasn’t a nightmare I could wake from—he was the nightmare I’d lived.“Selene?” Luca’s voice was careful, but edged with worry as he stood up, his brows pulling tight. Maybe he noticed I had been lost in thought. I shook my head and stepped back, waving him
The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I curled into the thick bedding, but no warmth could settle my nerves. Not even the heavy, velvet blankets that once felt like a cocoon could still my racing heart. The palace was too quiet—ominously so.The crystal—the heart of the ceremony, the key to completing the bond—was still missing.My eyes traced the carved ceiling of the palace chamber as if answers might fetch themselves into the wood grain. The intricate patterns above looked like vines forever frozen mid-tangle, twisting in silence, much like the thoughts in my mind.Killian had insisted the ceremony could go on. That it would work regardless. But I could see the doubt in his eyes no matter how often he masked it behind steel. His voice had been firm, but his grip on my hand had trembled—just slightly, just enough for me to feel the truth.I rolled onto my side and clutched the pillow to my chest, my fingers digging into the soft fabric until my nails bit through the seams.He wan
The room crackled with silence, every breath held tight like a loaded weapon. The air was thick—too thick—as the weight of Elara’s betrayal settled like dust on sacred ground. Luca stood beside me, still clutching the silver locket that had hidden the final piece of the relic. The crystal shimmered faintly within its shell, mocking us all with its quiet glow.Killian looked like he would explode.His jaw was clenched so tightly that I thought I heard his teeth grind together. His chest heaved with the force of suppressed fury, and veins bulge along his neck like ropes drawn taut. For a moment, he didn’t even seem human—just pure wrath contained within flesh, barely holding itself together.“Elara,” he snarled, his voice trembling with the rage he no longer tried to mask. “You knew. You knew we searched the entire kingdom. You watched us suffer, watched her suffer—and you said nothing!”But Elara didn’t flinch. She didn’t cower or apologize.She stood her ground with a quiet dignity th
Elder Garrick stepped forward, placing a hand on each of our shoulders.“By the power of the Old Tongue, and the truth of your bond, I bless this union.”The relic surged.A wave of warm energy passed through us. My head tilted back as light pulsed from the crystal, encircling our joined hands. The bond solidified—sharp, pure, eternal.Killian’s eyes widened, then softened. “Do you feel that?”I nodded, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I had never felt something so complete. So... real.The crowd erupted into cheers, wolves howling, hands clapping.Luca was the first to approach us. His grin was wide, real. “I’ve never seen him smile that much in one year, let alone one day.”Killian laughed, actually laughed, and pulled him into a hug. Luca patted his back roughly.“Thank you,” Killian said. “For believing in us.”“I always did.”Then Elara stepped forward.All eyes turned to her like drawn blades, hesitant and watching. But she didn’t falter. She held her head high, her every
The bond is done.The weight of those words pressed down on me like a heavy stone in my chest, too big and too suffocating to ignore. The bond that had been the heart of so much, the bond that had started with the fire of our connection, had been severed. And yet, even though it was over, I could still feel the traces of it wrapping around me, delicate and faint like the last ghost of a dream fading into the morning light. But it wasn’t gone completely.As I lay on the bed, my body still trembling from the aftermath of the ritual, the calmness in the room felt unnatural, too fragile. Like if I took a breath too deeply or moved too quickly, the silence would shatter. I kept my eyes closed, afraid of the reality that might creep back in—the one where the poison still lingered beneath my skin, clawing at my insides, reminding me of everything I wanted to forget.The soft pressure of Killian’s hand on mine was the only thing grounding me to the present. His fingers curled around mine, a q
The room was quiet—so quiet that if a pin had fallen, the sound could be easily heard. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city outside seemed to fade into nothing as I sat in the center of the bed, the sheets crumpled around me. I hadn’t realized how much tension I had been carrying until it all seemed to hit me at once, like a wave crashing down. Killian had left just moments ago, his footsteps fading as he disappeared down the hall, but the weight of the conversation lingered in the air. We were no closer to figuring out how to navigate this strange new reality, but for now, I felt a strange sense of relief. The room felt safe, and I let my mind sink into the stillness, hoping for a few moments of peace.But peace wasn’t something I could hold onto easily as I assumed—not with everything that had been happening recently, not with the ever-present shadow of Sebastian lurking in my thoughts like he had me in his capture already as before. The thought o
Raven’s Power PlayThe war-torn earth beneath my knees was still warm from the fires of battle, and yet cold dread soaked deeper into my bones. My limbs trembled as heavy boots thundered toward me, and I had no strength left to run. Two of Raven’s men appeared in the dim light, grim-faced and silent. They didn’t look at me with compassion—only duty, as if I were some cursed thing they were ordered to carry. I whimpered soundlessly, fingers scraping the broken ground, grasping for something—anything—that could anchor me here, but their hands were already on me. Rough palms dug into my arms as they yanked me to my feet. Pain screamed in every fiber of my body. My knees buckled beneath me, but I was dragged forward like a rag doll. In the distance, the sun was setting over the field, casting everything in a blood-orange haze. The silhouettes of fallen wolves and shattered weapons still littered the terrain, but the battle was over. The silence that followed felt heavier than the chaos
The sun had begun its descent, casting a molten hue across the bloodstained sky as darkness crept over the horizon like a slow, suffocating tide.Inside the damp tent, I curled against the far wall, limbs sore and barely functional, every muscle aching from strain and neglect. The fabric around me swayed slightly with the wind, but nothing felt natural anymore. The world outside roared with the dying groans of war, but in here, silence had settled like a weight across my chest. I didn’t need to see the sky to know the war was nearly over. The air felt heavier, like it was mourning with me. I hadn’t eaten in days, and my body throbbed with every movement, my mind clouded by fatigue and helplessness. Yet beneath it all was a flame of defiance, smothered but not dead. I had made plans to escape this place… but hope is a dangerous thing when you’re held in a cage that no one can see.That hope vanished the moment the flap of the tent shifted unnaturally, like the breath of something da
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