LOGINELOWEN WHITLOCK POV
"You cannot go past this hall, Elowen," Lucan Blackmoor says. He stops right in front of my face and fixes his wet shirt. "I am here to fix the alpha girl's fever."
"You only care about her," I say. My voice is very quiet. I look at him. He is the best medicine wolf for Alpha Caelan, and he always treats me like an outsider from the Whitlock Moonfang Pack. "You call me Ms. Whitlock, but I am the Alpha's wife."
"It is just a name," Lucan says. He looks away fast.
"Go inside then," I say. I move my big body out of his way. I know how people see me. They only see a human who does not belong here.
I go down to the lower floor. I open the big dark wood box and find a thick black wolf skin vest. Caelan never wears it. I take it out and wait by the door.
Lucan comes down the stone stairs very fast. He carries his medicine bag and looks tired.
"You are still awake?" Lucan asks. He looks surprised to see me. "The moon is going down, Ms. Whitlock."
"Take this vest," I say. I push the warm fur into his hands. "The forest rain is freezing, and your sleep clothes are wet. You will get a sick body if you walk back to the pack house like that."
"I am a strong beta wolf," Lucan says. He looks down at the fur vest and blinks his eyes. "My wolf skin keeps me warm."
"Caelan never touches this vest anyway," I say. "You are the same big size as him. Just take it."
"Thank you," Lucan says.
I turn around and walk back to my room without saying another word. I only give him the fur because he helped my human grandmother with her heart sickness last year. I do not want to owe anything to Caelan's friends.
The next morning comes very fast. The big storm stops, and the air smells like wet dirt and pine trees. I get out of bed early because my stomach feels funny from the new baby. I walk down to the cooking fire, but I stop by the door.
"Put more fire wood under the pan, Caelan," Isolde Ashbourne laughs inside the kitchen.
"I am doing it," Caelan says.
I look inside. Caelan has a kitchen cloth tied around his big waist. He is cooking wild bird eggs over the hot fire. He looks very happy, and his mean face is totally gone.
Isolde stands very close to him. Her cheeks are pink from the fever night, and she looks very pretty and small.
"Eat this sweet berry," Isolde says. She puts a red fruit right into Caelan's mouth. "Make the eggs soft, not hard."
Caelan eats the berry and smiles down at her. His gold eyes look so soft. They look like two beautiful wolves who belong together.
"They look like a true alpha match, right?" a voice says right behind my ear.
"Good morning, Lucan," I say. I jump a little bit. I see he is wearing the black fur vest I gave him last night.
"The vest fits very good," Lucan says. He points to his chest.
"That is good," I say. I feel a squeeze in my heart because I bought that fur for Caelan, but Caelan never wanted it.
Isolde hears us talking and turns her head around.
"Elowen! Lucan!" Isolde calls out with a big smile. "Come inside the kitchen. Caelan made the morning food for everyone. Eat with us!"
"No, thank you," I say. I look at her sitting in my chair. "I have my own human bread and goat milk in the cold box. You need the hot food more because your wolf is weak today."
"Are you angry?" Isolde asks.
"This pack lodge has my family name on the stone door," I say. "I do not need to eat his food."
A searing envy for the young beta’s unearned arrogance flared through my human veins. The protected status that came with her youthful caste allowed Isolde Moonvale to snap her jaws without fear of an Alpha's punishment.My gaze settled on the heavy iron chalice of well-water resting on my desk. Standing up slowly, I stepped into her space, letting my plus-size shadow fall across her narrow shoulders. There was no tremor in my tone, but a lethal frost seeped through my words. "I am thirty winters old, Isolde. That makes me five years older than you. Do you wish to know what I was doing when I was your age?"I tilted my chin, letting my eyes lock onto hers. "I was newly bound to a High Alpha, managing trade treaties for the Whitlock Moonfang Dominion. The political territory back then was far bloodier than the petty desk work you struggle with today. I interacted with female commanders and elder matriarchs, but I spent my energy sharpening my mind to earn their rank rather than barking
The mountain rose gardens lining the stone thoroughfare of Moonfang Province bloomed in vibrant crimson, their wild scents mingling with the sharp pine air. Briar Ashwyn loved running along the cobbled path, pulling Colin Johnson and his quiet son Michael behind her while her human laughter echoed through the valley.Whenever we reached the trading square, she would beg for a frozen honey-cream cone, and Colin would always indulge her.Colin stepped out of the tavern shop, handing a parchment cone to Briar and another to Michael before offering one directly to me.I laughed, taking the treat. "You treat me as if I were a child, Colin."Briar licked her honey-cream, her dark eyes looking up at the broad beta steward. "Steward Johnson, why do you always buy frozen treats for Mommy? She told me only young pups eat honey-cream, not grown humans.""Your Mommy is just a young pup at heart, little one," Colin teased, his jaw working as he smiled.Briar turned her watchful gaze toward Torin W
"Do you want a father?" I ask her, my human hands gently wiping a smudge of dirt from her chubby cheek.Briar, sensible beyond her five years, tilts her small head and looks up at me with razor-sharp focus. "What about you, Mommy? Do you want a mate?"I offer her a soft, quiet smile, refusing to let the ghost of Caelan Thorncroft’s golden eyes enter my mind. Night falls quickly over the northern settlement of Moonfang Province, painting the sky in deep shades of indigo and violet. As we walk down the snow-dusted alley toward our stone courtyard, I hand her a paper bag filled with warm, honey-baked wheat rolls.We sit together on the broad stone bench in our yard, chewing the warm bread as the crisp mountain air settles over my plus-size frame.Sometimes, when the moon is full, I dream of young Seren Hollowmere running through the ancient timberlands, her arms overflowing with wild summer mangos. We would slice the fruit with silver hunting blades, sprinkling them with coarse sugar, sp
It was the turn of the spring season, and the heavy winter rains across the territory were finally giving way to bright mountain sunlight.In the heart of the central pack territory, the ancient timberlands exploded into a dazzling display of vibrant green and wild blossom hues. Peach trees bloomed along the winding forest trails leading out of the settlement, filling the crisp air with the sweet scent of fresh growth. Once I finished settling my remaining affairs, I gathered little Briar Ashwyn into my arms and secured passage toward the Silvermoon Capital.At the Skyclaw International Gateway, the air was thick with the scent of traveling packs, iron, and exhaust fumes.Torin Wolfsbane and Caius Redfern insisted on escorting us all the way to the main boarding terminal. Torin, his thick beta shoulders tense beneath his leather coat, held Briar as if he might never see her again. "I still don't understand why you insist on fleeing to the northern wilderness, Elowen. You could easily
"The pack territory shares from the Thorncroft Alpha Dominion and the alliance tokens from OrbitTech are enough to keep me alive," I told Torin Wolfsbane, pulling my heavy woolen cloak tighter around my plus-size frame as I leaned against the stone table inside the Glenwood Apartments. "I will sign away my rights to this apartment, take my coin, and establish a quiet homestead in the Moonfang Province. That is where Briar Ashwyn and I belong—far from Alphas and blood-feuds."Torin wiped his silver hunting knife on a rag, his dark eyes fixing on me with grave intensity. "And you are truly done with Caelan Thorncroft? There is no path back to the High Alpha?"A cold, hollow smile touched my lips. "I spent months deluding myself, Torin. I used to wake up screaming, seeing my newborn wolf pup in my dreams, his little claws reaching out from the dark, the crimson birthmark burning on his forehead. I kept whispering to my soul that Caelan had no choice, that the Pack Elders forced his hand,
"Did you truly believe High Alpha Caelan was ignorant of your pup's existence, Elowen?" Isolde Ashbourne hissed, her venomous breath warm against my ear as she leaned over my collapsed frame. "If your mother’s hands hadn't crushed the life out of your child, the wolfsbane-laced prenatal tonics Lucan Blackmoor forced down your throat would have rotted his fragile heart anyway. The mate you sleep beside is more terrifying than any rogue beast in the dark."A violent wave of nausea surged through my stomach. The iron taste of fresh blood flooded my mouth, and I retched, splattering dark crimson across the freezing stone of the temple steps.Isolde’s hollow eyes lit up with pure, sadistic pleasure as she watched me choke. "Look at you—a weak, useless human. You have lost everything, Elowen. Completely and utterly."She smoothed down her noble Ashbourne robes, casting one last disdainful glare over my trembling body before vanishing into the shadows of the Silvermoon Grand Healing Temple.







