LOGINMilrac's povThe book in Ava's hands was older than the mansion. Older, possibly, than the pack itself.I watched her read, the bond carrying the exact moment each passage landed in her, a flicker of recognition, then the sharp tightening that meant something had frightened her and she had decided not to show it. She was getting better at managing her expressions. The bond made that irrelevant. I felt every word hit her as clearly as if I were reading over her own shoulder.Which, given that I was reading the second book simultaneously, made the room feel very loud in a way that had nothing to do with sound.The previous bonded pair had been named Soren and Mira.That was the first thing I learned that I had not known before. The Council's erasure had been thorough, no pack songs, no elder stories, no grave markers. But whoever had preserved these books had been careful to leave the names intact, as if they understood that removing them entirely would be the cruellest cut of all.Sore
Ava's povBy the time the last of the departing wolves disappeared through the gates, the courtyard felt like a mouth that had lost half its teeth.Forty-three wolves remained.I counted them without meaning to, the bond doing it automatically, cataloguing each pulse of loyalty like a heartbeat I had not asked to learn. Forty-three out of what had been nearly a hundred. Warriors, two healers, a handful of servants who had nowhere else to go, and a small cluster of young wolves who had never known any alpha but Milrac.He stood perfectly still beside me, watching the gates close. From the outside he looked carved from stone. Through the bond I felt what he was actually carrying, the specific weight of each name that had walked away. Not anger. Not surprise. Something quieter and harder to bear.Grief, dressed up as composure.I laced my fingers with his. He did not look at me, but his grip tightened immediately.My mother broke the silence first. "We need to move. The full moon is six
Ava’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







