LOGINBlissFour days until Lycaon's ritual window.Three days until Kharo's vote.And somewhere in there, Liam needed to harvest four more souls to complete his collection.The math was brutal. The timeline impossible.We couldn't win this. Not all of it. Not without sacrifice.I was halfway across the compound when I saw her.Ria.She was standing in one of the courtyards, alone, staring at nothing. Her clothes were rumpled, her hair uncombed, her makeup smeared like she'd been crying.I should have kept walking. Should have ignored her.But something in her posture stopped me.She looked... broken."Ria," I called.She flinched, turning toward me. Her eyes were red-rimmed and empty."What do you want?" Her voice lacked its usual venom. She just sounded tired."Are you okay?"She laughed, bitter, hollow. "Am I okay? That's really what you're asking?""You look…""I look like someone who finally realized she made all the wrong choices. Who threw away everything for a man who never cared. W
BlissI heard about the challenge from Aria, who heard it from one of the healers, who heard it from a warrior who'd been standing outside the council chamber.By noon, the entire compound knew.Kharo was being challenged. Formally. Publicly. And he had three days to either win the vote or lose everything.I found him in his private quarters, standing at the window overlooking the pack grounds. He didn't turn when I entered."You heard," he said."Everyone's heard. The whole compound is talking about it.""I'm sure they are." His voice was flat, emotionless. The voice he used when he was barely holding it together.I moved to stand beside him, following his gaze. Below, wolves moved about their daily routines, but there was a tension in their movements. Uncertainty. Fear.The pack was fracturing, and everyone could feel it."Three days," I said quietly."Three days.""What happens if you lose?""I'm removed as Alpha. Solas and his coalition select a replacement. And I'm either exiled
Kharo"The pack is fractured because our Alpha cares more about his mate's bond than his duty." Solas stood, and the formal gesture sent ice through my veins. "I hereby invoke Article Seven of pack law. I am calling for a vote of no confidence in Alpha Kharo Anderson's leadership."The silence that followed was absolute.Article Seven. The nuclear option. Used only twice in the pack's history, both times ending in bloodshed.Mira looked genuinely troubled now. "Solas, that's extreme…""Is it? How many more wolves have to die before we admit something has to change?" He turned to address the full council. "I'm not suggesting Kharo has acted with malicious intent. I'm suggesting he's compromised. That the mate bond has clouded his judgment. That he's no longer capable of putting the pack first.""The mate bond is sacred," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Challenging an Alpha to follow it is…""The mate bond is powerful," Solas interrupted. "But it's not absolute. When it interferes
KharoThe emergency council meeting was called at dawn.I knew what was coming. Had known since Solas started gathering his coalition, since Mira began making careful inquiries about "proper Alpha protocol," since the resistance stopped bothering to hide their meetings.But knowing didn't make it easier.The council chamber was built into the heart of the compound, stone walls carved with the names of every Alpha who'd led the Kareem pack, dating back three centuries. My name was there, tenth from the most recent. Ten years of service. Ten years of keeping this pack safe, strong, unified.All of it about to be challenged because I'd chosen to protect one woman.The nine council members filed in, taking their seats around the circular table. Ancient tradition dictated no one sat higher than anyone else in council, even the Alpha sat level with the elders. It was supposed to represent equality of voice.Right now, it just meant I couldn't use position to intimidate.Solas arrived last,
BlissI found Calla's absence by accident.I'd been looking for her to ask about security protocols, Kharo was in meetings, Aria was buried in her translations, and I needed to know if anyone had seen suspicious activity near the western boundary.But Calla wasn't at her post. Wasn't in the training yard. Wasn't in her quarters or the tactical room or any of the places she usually inhabited.She'd simply... vanished.For three hours.When she finally reappeared, walking back into the compound from the direction of the forest, she looked wrong. Not injured, there were no visible wounds. But her eyes were distant, her movements too careful, like she was navigating unfamiliar terrain in her own body.I intercepted her at the eastern gate."Where were you?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral.She stopped, and for a moment I thought she'd just walk past me. Then: "Perimeter check.""For three hours?""It's a big perimeter.""Alone? Without telling anyone?"Her jaw tightened. "I don't report
Calla"Didn't you?" He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he enjoyed solving. "Invitation isn't always spoken, Calla. Sometimes it's just the absence of refusal."I stood, putting the bed between us. "Get out of my room.""That's not what you want.""You don't know what I want.""Don't I?" He smiled, and it was the smile of something that had been hunting successfully for centuries. "You want recognition. You want to be more than the dependable second. You want to matter in ways that don't require you to subsume your own desires for someone else's vision."Every word landed like a blade finding flesh."You want power that's yours," he continued, moving around the bed with predatory grace. "Not borrowed. Not conditional. Not dependent on Kharo's approval or the pack's acceptance.""That's not…""It is." He was close now, close enough that I could feel the unnatural heat radiating from him. "And I can give it to you. Real power, Calla. The kind that changes everything.""I







