LOGINAva’s povDawn broke cold and gray over the courtyard. Every wolf in the mansion had been called. They stood shoulder to shoulder in tight ranks, warriors, servants, healers, even the youngest pups held by their parents. The air was thick with tension and the faint, restless hum of the bond reaching toward them all. Milrac and I stood on the wide stone steps, the silver rings on our fingers catching the weak morning light. The second dagger rested safely in its cloth wrapping at his belt.No one spoke. They simply watched us, eyes wide with questions they had not yet dared to ask.Milrac’s hand brushed mine once, a private anchor. Through the bond I felt his steady resolve, the same resolve that now lived in me. We had agreed to hide nothing.He stepped forward, voice carrying across the silent courtyard without shouting.“Last night the Moon Council came to our gates. They did not come for war. They came because our bond has grown beyond anything the old laws allow. It is no longer o
Ava’s povThe guard’s words hung in the war room like smoke that refused to clear. The entire eastern patrol was connected now, not just hearing voices but sharing thoughts, feelings, even fragments of will. One man had refused a direct order because it felt wrong in his chest, as if the bond itself had whispered against it.Milrac’s hand remained locked with mine, but I felt the shift in him through the link, a cold, calculating tension that matched my own. The spreading was no longer a distant threat. It was here, inside our walls, moving through our people like blood in veins.“Bring the affected patrol to the inner courtyard,” Milrac ordered, voice low but carrying the weight of command. “Keep them separated from the rest of the pack. No one speaks to them until we arrive.”The guard saluted and left at a run.My mother stepped closer to the table, her face drawn. “This is accelerating faster than I feared. The bond is not just reaching them. It is rewriting how they think. If it
Ava’s povWe climbed the stairs together, the silver rings on our fingers glowing faintly in the torchlight. Dawn would bring answers. Or it would bring something far more dangerous.The mansion felt alive in a way it never had before. Every corridor carried a low hum, as if the stones themselves were listening to the bond that now stretched beyond just Milrac and me. I could feel it reaching outward, thin threads brushing against the guards on the walls, the servants in the kitchens, even the wolves patrolling the outer grounds. It was not loud. It was not intrusive. But it was there, like a second pulse under the skin of the entire pack.Milrac stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to me. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair from my face, the touch careful, almost reverent. Through the bond I felt his exhaustion, the same bone-deep weariness that sat heavy in my own chest.“We need to rest,” he said quietly. “The bond is spreading faster than we expected. If we push any
Ava’s povSunset bled across the sky in streaks of crimson and gold as we left the mansion gates. The small escort of six guards rode silently behind us, their horses’ hooves muffled by the forest floor. Milrac and I rode side by side, the bond stretched thin between us like a wire pulled too tight. The silver rings on our fingers hummed faintly, cool against our skin, but they could not hide the strain that had settled deep in the connection.No one spoke. The only sound was the wind moving through the trees and the occasional creak of leather. I could feel Milrac’s exhaustion echoing in my own bones, the dull throb behind his eyes matching the ache in my bandaged arm. The bond no longer felt like power. It felt like something alive that was slowly tiring.We reached the neutral ground just as the last light faded. The Moon Council had chosen an ancient clearing ringed by white stones, each one carved with runes that glowed faintly silver under the rising moon. Three figures waited a
Ava’s povThe stranger’s words still hung in the cold dawn air when Milrac’s hand tightened around mine hard enough to bruise. The three cloaked figures stood motionless for one final heartbeat, silver crescent moons glinting on their chests like brands from another age. Then, without another word, they turned and melted back into the trees, leaving nothing behind but the faint scent of frost and old power.The gates stood open like a wound.For a long second, no one in the courtyard moved. The guards on the walls kept their bows half-drawn, as if expecting the strangers to reappear and strike. My mother was the first to break the silence, stepping down from the stairs with her face drained of color.“The Moon Council,” she whispered, voice barely carrying across the stone. “They haven’t shown themselves in three centuries. Not since the last cursed pair was… erased.”Milrac didn’t answer right away. I felt the storm inside him through the bond, recognition, fury, and a deep, bone-wea
Ava’s povGrandmother’s laugh followed us up the stairs like smoke you couldn’t clear from a room. We kept walking. Milrac’s hand stayed locked with mine, grip firm, but I felt the tremor in it through the bond. Not fear. Fatigue. The same bone-deep weariness that was settling into my own limbs.We stepped into the war room without stopping. The lamps were still burning low. My mother looked up from the maps, eyes narrowing the moment she saw the bandage on my arm. She didn’t ask questions. She simply poured two cups of water and pushed them toward us.“Eleven packs confirmed,” she said. “Scouts just reported movement at the river fork. They’re not hiding anymore. They want us to know they’re coming.”Milrac released my hand only long enough to pick up the cup. He drank it in one go, then set it down harder than necessary. Through the bond I felt the headache pounding behind his eyes, the same one I was trying to ignore. The silver cut on my forearm throbbed in time with it, a dull re







