LOGINMIRA’S POVThe early morning sun poured through the high archways of the private training courtyard, casting long, dark shadows across the smooth dirt floor. Sweat dripped down my forehead, stinging my eyes as I balanced on my back foot, holding my wooden practice dagger out in front of my chest.Asher circled me like a hunting shadow, his shirt discarded, exposing the hard, broad muscles of his chest and arms. His golden eyes locked onto my every movement, tracking the way my shoulders rose and fell with each heavy breath I drew. The heat radiating off his bare skin warmed the cool morning air between us, mixed with the sharp scent of pine and fresh soil."Again, Mira," Asher commanded, his deep voice carrying a hard, unyielding edge as he raised his own wooden blade. "Your stance is too open on the left side. A real opponent will slide a blade through your ribs before you can even bring your guard up."I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my forearm and lunged forward, s
MIRA’S POVThe blinding white light fading from my vision left behind a dull, throbbing ache at the base of my skull.I blinked several times, my heavy eyelids forcing themselves open against the harsh, bright sunlight pouring through the shattered glass windows of the infirmary. The sharp, clean scent of fresh pine and crushed lavender filled my nostrils, replacing the bitter odor of dry blood and nightshade poison that had choked me in the dark dungeon.I sat up slowly on the narrow medical bed, the white linen sheets sliding down to my waist. I reached a hand up to touch my collarbone, tracing the smooth skin where deep, jagged gashes had ripped through my chest just hours ago. There were no open wounds left on my body. Every cut from Elyra's spiked whip had completely closed, leaving behind faint silver lines that throbbed with a strange, residual warmth deep under my skin.Across the room, two figures stepped into view from the far corner of the chamber.Asher stood beside Chase,
ASHER’S POVA cold, paralyzing terror gripped my heart as I sprinted through the broad stone archways of the main keep. Mira’s limp, broken body felt unnaturally light in my arms, her head lolloping back over my forearm like a snapped lily stem. Crimson blood soaked through the front of my dark shirt, warm and sticky against my skin, carrying the metallic scent of her life draining away second by second.My ears rang with a loud, high-pitched buzz that drowned out the sound of my own heavy boots slamming into the floorboards. The world around me turned into a blurred, surreal haze. I felt completely detached from my physical frame, as if I were floating above myself, watching a desperate Alpha King carry a dying girl through empty hallways.Her final words kept repeating over and over inside my head, each repetition piercing my mind like a jagged blade. Turns out being with you is far more dangerous than being by myself.She was right. I had brought her into my territory with the prom
Mira's POVMy tormentor did not kill me. She poured a green liquid on the tip of the knife and put it back on my neck, slicing the thin skin and smearing it on my skin. My skin made a sizzling sound as the flesh got burnt and I screamed as loud as I could with the pain erupting in my neck. The pain eventually died down and my head hung limply against my chest, my dark hair soaked in a mixture of cold sweat and fresh crimson blood. Every single breath I drew felt like a sharp dagger sliding directly into my lungs. The iron-spiked whip had ripped deep, jagged gashes across my bare shoulders, chest, and thighs, leaving raw flesh exposed to the biting cold of the room. Warm blood continued to flow steadily from my numerous wounds, dripping off my fingertips and pooling heavily onto the frozen cobblestones beneath my chair.I had screamed for so long and so hard that my throat felt entirely shredded. My voice was completely gone, reduced to a faint, pitiful rasp that barely made a sound
ASHER’S POVChase gestured for me to follow him down the eastern corridor toward the outer part of the main keep. My Beta walked with hurried steps, his boots thudding against the floor. We stepped outside into the cool evening air, making our way toward a secluded section of the stone perimeter where an ancient boundary wall had crumbled into jagged rocks."Look right here, Alpha," Chase said, pointing his index finger toward a sharp edge of broken masonry.I stepped closer to the damaged structure, leaning down to inspect the stone. A tiny scrap of white linen fabric hung caught on a jagged rock edge. Right beneath the torn cloth, a dark streak of dried blood stained the grey stone surface. I leaned down further and drew a deep, long breath through my nose, filtering the scents in the crisp air.My breath hitched instantly in my chest.The unmistakable aroma of sweet wild honey hit my senses. It was faint, but it was undeniably Mira's scent mixed with the metallic smell of blood.A
ASHER’S POVThe heavy weight of guilt still pressed hard against my chest as I sat behind the desk in my office. I kept replaying the image of Mira standing in the courtroom, her body trembling with exhaustion while my elders falsely accused her of a horrific crime. I had locked her in a cold cell, treated her like a prisoner, and let my anger blind me to the truth.To make amends for my harsh actions, I personally ensured that she received the finest treatment the pack could offer. I ordered the head housekeeper to send up soft silk gowns, warm wool cloaks, and trays piled high with seasoned meats, fresh fruit, and rich bread. I gave explicit instructions that she should want for nothing within these keep walls.Hours passed as the afternoon sun moved slowly across the sky, but Mira never came to my office.I sat near the tall glass windows, constantly glancing toward the heavy wooden door, fully expecting her to walk through it. I thought she might come to offer a quiet word of than







