LOGIN~RAELIYA~The morning air had a bite I wasn’t ready for. Not because of the cold, but because I knew today would bring more than frost.Chase’s mother had already made her intentions clear: she wasn’t content with whispers anymore. She wanted action. And that meant making me feel small, insignificant, exposed.I tried to ignore the buzzing unease as I walked through the halls, each step measured, each breath steady. Kaelric wasn’t with me. He’d left early, claiming meetings, but the bond hummed faintly beneath my skin, a tug I couldn’t ignore. Every hour we were apart, I could feel him weakening. And knowing that, knowing how much he needed me… it made me both important and unbearably fragile.I rounded the corner near the training grounds when the first sign of trouble hit me.A pack of younger wolves stood in my path, not strangers, but ones I’d never noticed before, all of them wearing expressions I didn’t like. Their movements were calculated, a subtle circling.“Runt,” one of the
~RAELIYA~I learned very quickly that silence could be dangerous.It gave people room to decide your story for you.Chase’s mother didn’t confront me openly,not at first. She didn’t need to. She ruled through whispers, through carefully planted doubts that grew roots before anyone realized what was happening.I felt it the next morning.Servants who once greeted me warmly now bowed stiffly. Pack members avoided eye contact. Conversations died the moment I entered a room. Even the air felt different, thicker, heavier, like the pack itself was holding its breath.I told myself not to care.But it still hurt.I kept busy. Helped in the kitchens. Assisted the healers. Trained lightly in the courtyard, ignoring the curious stares that followed every movement I made.And through it all, Kaelric was… distant.Not cruel. Not cold.Just carefully unreachable.When we crossed paths, his gaze lingered for half a second too long before he looked away. When our hands brushed accidentally, he still
~RAELIYA~The first thing I learned about being close to power was this:You didn’t have to be touched to be hurt.The tension that followed Chase’s mother’s visit seeped into everything. Conversations stopped when I entered rooms. Eyes lingered a little too long. Whispers curled through hallways like smoke, quiet but suffocating.I felt… watched.Not in the way Kaelric watched me, steady, protective, almost instinctive but in a calculating way, like someone was waiting for me to slip.I tried not to let it show.Tried to keep my head down, my posture calm, my expression neutral. I helped where I could, trained when asked, smiled when expected.I played my role.But inside, something restless stirred.I was leaving the infirmary late afternoon when I sensed him before I saw him.Chase.He leaned against a stone pillar like he had nowhere else to be, arms crossed, expression carefully casual. His presence still carried familiarity, old memories, old habits but it no longer made my hear
~RAELIYA~The worst part wasn’t knowing I had feelings for Kaelric.It was knowing and still not knowing anything at all.Not whether he felt the same.Not whether I was just a responsibility.Not whether the way his eyes lingered on me meant want… or fear.We orbited each other like two stars afraid of collision, close enough to feel the heat, distant enough to keep pretending we wouldn’t burn.The training grounds were already alive when I arrived that morning. Wolves sparred in tight circles, their grunts sharp against the cold air. I took a seat near the edge, arms wrapped around myself, watching Kaelric move through the space like he owned it, commanding without trying, dangerous without effort.He didn’t look at me.And that shouldn’t have hurt.But it did.Dante dropped beside me with a sigh. “You’re thinking too loud.”I snorted softly. “Is it that obvious?”“Only to people who know you,” he said, eyes flicking briefly toward Kaelric. “And to him. Even if he pretends otherwise
~KAELRIC~Secrets have weight.They press into your ribs, steal your breath, bend your spine until standing straight feels like a luxury you no longer deserve.I carried too many of them.The moon mark pulsed faintly beneath Raeliya’s skin as she slept in the living room, its presence a quiet, relentless reminder that my life was tethered to hers in ways the pack could never know. No one suspected the truth. Not the elders. Not Chase. Not Sophia.And it had to stay that way.Because the moment they knew Raeliya wasn’t just my partner, but my anchor, the game would turn lethal.The following morning began badly.I woke with ash in my mouth and weakness clinging to my limbs, the kind that came when I stayed too long on the edge of the mark’s reach. Pale strands threaded my hair when I caught my reflection, stark against the dark.I swore under my breath and dragged a hand down my face.Too close.I dressed quickly and went down the stairs just as Raeliya emerged from the living room.. H
~KAELRIC~The moon mark burned.Not painfully, no, that would have been easier. This was subtler. A slow, insidious drain that crept through my veins the longer I stayed away from Raeliya. Like my body knew it was missing something vital and was quietly punishing me for it.By the third hour away from her, my hands trembled.By the fourth, the world dulled at the edges.I stood alone in the council antechamber, staring at my reflection in the polished obsidian wall. The streaks of white threading through my dark hair were faint but unmistakable.Too soon.I clenched my jaw and dragged my fingers through my hair, irritation flaring. This was exactly why we’d made the agreement. Why the witches and Dante had insisted I keep her close until the time came where I could take it back.Where I would have to…I closed my eyes as I let out a sigh.The moon mark was never meant for her.It was meant for me.An Alpha’s blessing. A tether to the lunar cycle that would strengthen my reign, stabili