登入Elara’s POVThe morning of the Winter Solstice broke over the valley with a clarity that felt like a fresh start. After the blood and chaos, a sense of collective relief had finally settled over the Moon River Pack. From the first light of dawn, the territory was a hive of activity. Piles of fresh pine boughs were brought in from the surrounding woods, their sharp, clean scent cutting through the lingering chill of winter. Everywhere I looked, warriors and commoners alike were busy draping heavy garlands across the stone archways and polishing the silver ceremonial shields that lined the path to the square.In my quarters, the atmosphere was just as frantic but carried a lightness I hadn't felt in years. A group of handmaidens arrived early, carrying a heavy cedar chest sent by Rhys. Inside lay the garment he had commissioned, a masterpiece of craft and luxury. It was a deep, midnight-blue gown made of heavy, silk that shimmered like the surface of a frozen lake. The collar and cuffs
Elara’s POVThe setting sun was like a bleeding wound, painting the sacrificial square of the Moon River Pack in a violent shade of crimson.This was the largest public tribunal the pack had seen in a decade. Thousands of wolves crowded the edges of the square, creating a dark, suffocating wall of bodies. Everybody held in anticipation of the carnage to come. In the center, a semi-circle of heavy ironwood stakes stood tall, each one bound with a traitor caught in the previous night. At the very center stood Seraphina, her face ashen and her eyes hollow with the realization of her fate.Rhys sat upon the black stone throne at the head of the square. Beside him, a second seat stood empty."Sit," he commanded, his hand locking around my wrist with a grip that was quiet but unbreakable."I’m just here to watch, Rhys. This is your pack’s business," I whispered, trying to pull away."You were the primary victim, Elara," he said, his dark eyes boring into mine, layered with an intensity that
Elara’s POV"Rhys, save me! I was framed!" she wailed, tears streaking through the grime on her face. Her features, swollen and bruised, twisted into a mask of desperation. "It was Kael ! He forced me into everything! And Elara—she’s a curse! She should have died five years ago; she only came back to ruin me! She’s been working with Kael this whole time just to set me up! You have to believe me, you know my heart..."Gideon stood to the side, a vein throbbing in his temple. He slammed his silver-headed cane against the stone floor with a resounding *thud*."Enough! Still spewing filth even at the edge of the grave," Gideon barked, turning his fiery gaze toward Rhys. "Rhys, You won’t believe this madwoman's delusions ?"Rhys remained silent for a long beat, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion, even disgust was too much effort to waste on her."Rhys..." Seraphina’s voice turned mournful, taking on a sickly, practiced sweetness. "You know how much I love you. For five years, I stayed by
Elara’s POVThe air in the vault remained still, but the atmosphere between us had shifted into something suffocating. I looked at Rhys—this man who was offering to trade his pride, his pack, and his very sovereignty for a bond he had once allowed to wither in the dark. It was insane.Yet, I couldn't ignore the pull of his words. The treasures of my ancestors were the lifeblood of my people. My kin were scattered across the frozen North, clinging to the hope that their Alpha would bring back the glory of the Kingdom. To refuse his offer was to deny them their future. But to accept? To become his Mate again felt like a betrayal of the girl who had bled in his dungeons, the girl who had screamed for help while he turned his back.Rhys seemed to read the war raging behind my eyes. He didn't push. He just leaned back against the thin pillow, his voice raspy with exhaustion. "I know you're not going to say yes right now. Fine. I can wait. The Winter Solstice feast is in three days. Let the
Rhys’ POVThe underground vault was thick with the scent of sterile herbs, Mira had finished stitching the jagged tear in my shoulder and retreated to the outer chamber to prepare the next round of neutralizing salts.Finally, it was just the two of us.I forced my head to turn, looking at Elara as she sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping her own bandages. The cool light of the mana-lamps caught the silver of her hair, making her look like a statue carved from ice."I’m sorry," I said, the words rasping like sandpaper against my throat. "I know 'sorry' is a joke after five years, but I owe you the truth."Elara didn’t even look up. Her voice was flat. "If apologies worked, the ghosts at the bottom of the Moon River would have lined up for their turn by now. Save it, Rhys.""I lived in a state of terminal arrogance," I continued, ignoring the sharp protest from my lungs. "Five years ago, I convinced myself that treating you like a ghost was a form of protection. I thought if you had no
Elara's POVThe moonlight cast a grisly silver sheen over the blood pooling on the floor. Kael’s body was already cooling, his eyes fixed on the ceiling in a permanent stare of unspent greed. I moved toward the shadows near the door and whispered a command to a trusted guard to summon Gideon, and only Gideon.When the Elder entered minutes later, flanked by a few stone-faced sentries, the sight of the carnage made even his seasoned eyes flicker with shock. His gaze fell on Kael’s face, and the hand clutching his silver cane trembled."Kael," Gideon murmured, his voice thick with gravel. "I never imagined it would be him. He was like a son to this pack.""Save your mourning for later, Gideon," I interrupted, my voice as sharp and cold as a Northern winter. "If Kael moved tonight, it means his co-conspirators are waiting for a signal. If we don’t act, the next wave of assassins will be here before dawn."Gideon looked at me, his eyes narrowing as he processed my tone. He wasn't some fo
Elara’s POVThe pain was a slow, rhythmic throb that pulsed in time with the moonlight crystals on the wall. I forced my eyes open, the metallic tang of the infirmary air scratching the back of my throat."Jaxon..." The name was a dry rasp."He’s fine. He hasn't moved an inch from your side."I tur
Rhys’ POV"How did he get down here?" I asked, the words sounding like grinding gravel. My suspicion flared up, a desperate attempt to cover the pain of being rejected. "The East Wing was guarded. The lifts are restricted. Did you lure him here, Elara? Did you think a hostage would give you better
Rhys's POVI was in the middle of a heated session with the Council of Elders, the air thick with the smell of old parchment and the stubborn refusal of the Lords to release more grain. The map of the Northern borders was spread across the table, but I wasn't looking at the lines. I was thinking of
Elara’s POVThe roar of the collapse died away, replaced by the rhythmic, taunting sound of pebbles trickling over jagged slate. The dust was so thick it felt like breathing silt, turning the beams of the miners' torches into useless, blurry smudges."Alpha! Get back!" Caïn’s voice cut through the







