INICIAR SESIÓN
Mercy pov
"Mercy Maddison, get down here now!" Mother's voice cracked through the silence of the house. I slowly climbed down the attic ladder and passed by my little sister, Patience. "Someone's in trouble." Patience smirked as I made my way to the living room. "Yes mother. " I spoke as I entered the room. "Seriously mercy? Smoking now?" She asked and pointed at a pop bottle full of cigarette butts. "Those aren't mine. I've never smoked a day in my life." I said truthfully. Patience sighed loudly behind me. "Don't lie to me, Mercy. Stay right here. I have to go get your brother and Andrew from football. Do NOT move. We will discuss this more when we return." She snapped sweeping from the room and slamming the door behind her and my sister. I heard the bolt click into place. Even hours after she left I didn't move. I knew from experience that they were watching. They were always watching. After what seemed like forever I heard car door close and hear patience laughter cut through the house like wind chimes. I didn't move as their voices grew louder until they stopped in the living room. I looked up from the floor to see Andrew, face riddled in disgust, my mother, anger plastered on her features, and Patience, now with eyes full of guilt. Patience turned away back down the hall. She must have taken my brother Gabe upstairs. "What have you done now?" Andrew snarled, his footsteps heavy as he headed towards me. "I give you a bed, clothes, and food even now that you're of age and you choose to disrespect me by smoking in my home?" "Please, Andrew, just listen. That isn't mine, maybe patience was the-" I had been cut off with a slap across the face. "How dare you?! Now you wanna blame my daughter for your mistakes!" He slaps me again and I fell. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to blame her. Please dad. " The word slipped before I could stop it and I looked at him just as the final thread snapped. "I AM NOT YOUR FATHER! YOUR MOTHER CHEATED ON ME! I TOLD HER TO GET RID OF YOU AND YET HERE YOU ARE! WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE?!" He threw punch after punch hitting me in the head, arms, neck, and back as I tried to shield myself. He just kept throwing blow after blow. "Andrew enough!" My mother finally moved to stop him after a few moments. "Get off!" He yelled throwing her hand off of his shoulder and slapped her. She stumbled back and looked at him in shock. "Don't protect the little bitch now!" I had manged to get onto my hands and knees before he turned his attention back to me. He kicked me in the face and blood squirted from my nose as it broke. He kicked me in the stomach before aiming for my ribs. When the second kick land I heard the crack before my ribs exploded in pain. The next few seconds blurred together as my whole body racked with pain. It all seemed like a nightmare as my bones broke and shifted into something inhuman. Andrew seemed to scramble away from me. I lunged for him, teeth sinking into his shoulder and flung him into the farthest wall. In one leap I made it back to him rage finally boiling over in me. I opened my mouth to clamp my teeth into his neck when a loud bang sounded and the picture next to me shattered. I snapped my head towards the loud noise to see my mother and sister wrestling over a gun. "Mom, no! That's Mercy!" Patience yelled as mom pushed her away. "I know what that is!" Mother snaps taking aim again. My eyes darted around the room, landing on the sliding glass door. Without thinking I ran through the door, glass spraying my body. Thoughts and feelings overwhelmed me until all I could think to do was run so for days that's all I did. I couldn't help but feel there was a presence with me that I couldn't shake. I had been running for hours before I finally heard the voice. "Mercy, stop running. We are safe. Just stop. You must rest." The voice seemed to come from no where. I halted my running and whipped around wildly looking for the source. "I'm in you, Mercy. I am Eden, your wolf." The voice stated. Eden, okay then. I was officially nuts. " Go two more miles north to a stream. I'll prove it." I obeyed and found a stream that barely seemed to be moving. I leaned over to drink when I saw myself. I was a large silver wolf. This had to be a nightmare. "Let me take it from here. You must rest." Eden stated and it felt as though I was in a fog after that. I could see everything but I was no longer in control. That was how I spent the next few days as we headed north. Eden drank from streams and ponds and hunted various game while I watched in a haze. We were stalking a small doe in a snowy valley when all hell broke loose. Crouched down in brush we waited for the doe to turn so we could strike. The doe lifted her head, ears up, and listened. Body poised and ready to strike when suddenly we heard a howl split the peace of sunset. "Shit! We gotta run." Eden stated shooting out of the brush. We ran and ran but I could hear the forest crunching under heavy feet as whatever made that noise came our way. Before long we were flanked by three wolves. Eden pushed our legs faster but the wolves kept pace. Suddenly there was a large rust colored wolf in front of us. Eden cut to the right and ran with every bit of strength we had. We ran as the strange wolves trailed behind us. They seemed to slow down but stayed within eye sight. The trees of the forest began to thin and I could see a clearing ahead. Eden dropped our head and pushed hard but just before the break in the tree line something hit us from the side, slamming us into a nearby oak. Standing up we shook the dirt from our fur and readied for another attack. " Not good." Eden spoke to me. I focused harder on seeing what it was she saw and couldn't believe it myself. The thing that had hit us was a man. Dressed in dark jeans and a black v neck, I could see a tattoo that ran down the right side of his neck and into his shirt. Any other day I would've found such a man attractive, but today I simply had no care. I felt nothing. "Shift." The man commanded. Eden shuddered slightly and lowered us closer to the ground before giving a defiant growl. We had spent days is survival mode. To change felt like a surrender and a danger. We were vulnerable in that form. The form where we could've died. "Don't make this harder. I have things to do. Shift back. NOW!" The command hit with such force that even his own men staggered at the weight of his order. We couldn't even fight it this time. Our body and bones betrayed us as the broke and reshifted. Despite the shift, I refused control when eden tried to relinquish it. This coupled with the forced shift sent eden into a full panic. She lunged at the man, claws extended but he was faster. He sidestepped us effortlessly, and in a second had his hand on our throat. Seconds later our head felt light before darkness caved in with no warning.The morning air smelled of crisp woodsmoke, roasted squashes, and the heavy, sweet scent of fermented apple cider.A quiet, festive bustle transformed the stone courtyards of the Citadel as the Northern Ridge Pack prepared for Samhain—the ancient harvest festival that marked the transition from the golden light of autumn to the dark, freezing grip of true winter. It was a time to honor ancestral spirits, lay down winter provisions, and gather warmth before the heavy blizzards sealed the mountain passes.Massive iron cauldrons simmered over open braziers in the lower yard, filled with thick venison stew and spiced root vegetables. Pack elders and children worked side-by-side, stringing dried apple garlands, bundles of dried sage, and sweet mountain berries across the high arched wooden walkways.I stood on the upper terrace, pulled close against Xane’s solid frame as his arm wrapped possessively around my waist to shield me from the biting ridge wind. Beside us, Xion and
The ride back through the mountain passes under the twilight sky was quiet, save for the rhythmic crunch of hooves against the deep snow and the howling winter wind. When our vanguard passed beneath the iron-reinforced gates of the Citadel, the tension of the frontline melted into a profound, bone-deep weariness. Guards stationed along the parapets lowered their blades in silent, reverent salute, their expressions filled with hard-won awe. We had held the line. The Scourge probe had been shattered. Once inside the privacy of our upper suites, the heavy veneer of command slipped away. Xane unbuckled his iron pauldrons with a heavy sigh, letting the metal armor drop onto the stone floor with a dull clatter. Xenon sank onto the edge of the large fur-draped bed, his broad shoulders slouched slightly, while Xion leaned against the stone window frame, his breathing slow and measured as he rubbed a hand over a shallow gash across his forearm. Even with victory ours, the toll of channelin
The roaring iron hearth at the center of the Great Hall cast a warm, golden glow across the long oak tables, chasing away the bitter chill of the mountain night.Tonight, the Citadel's grand hall wasn't filled with the tense clatter of armor or the heavy whispers of war strategy. Instead, the air was rich with the mouthwatering scent of roasted venison, spiced cider, and sweet hearth-baked bread. Lanterns filled with clean-burning pine oil illuminated the high cedar rafters, where evergreen boughs still hung from the coronation.At the head of the central table sat Xane, Xion, and Xenon, stripped of their heavy military plating, wearing comfortable dark tunics that mirrored the relaxed, unhurried atmosphere. To my right, Patience and Eli laughed quietly, sharing a platter of roasted root vegetables while arguing good-naturedly over the last piece of spiced honey-cake."If you steal that potato, Eli, I'm telling Xion to double your push-up drills tomorrow," Patience tease
The winter sun rose pale and clear over the jagged peaks of the Northern Ridge, casting long shadows across the frosty training grounds of the Citadel.The air was crisp and biting, smelling faintly of crushed pine and woodsmoke. Down on the lower stone terrace, the sound of wooden swords clattering echoed rhythmic and sharp against the mountain walls.Mercy stood at the edge of the stone gallery, wrapped in a dark fur-lined cloak that framed the glowing silver runes at her neck. Beside her, Xane leaned against the balustrade, a thick parchment ledger of pack trade routes open in one hand, though his silver-flecked eyes were fixed intently on the yard below.Down in the snow, Xion was putting Eli through a relentless series of defensive pivots."Lower your center, Eli!" Xion called out, his voice carrying effortlessly across the yard. He tapped Eli’s wooden blade lightly, sending a vibration up the boy’s arm. "If an Alpha lunges, you don't fight their force directly—
The heavy fur rug by the hearth radiated the dying warmth of the fire, but the air between Xane, Xenon, and me was suddenly scorching.Before I could catch my breath from their sudden, breathless return, Xenon’s massive hands slipped beneath my knees and shoulders, lifting me effortlessly into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all."Upstairs," Xane commanded quietly, his silver-flecked eyes burning with a dark, unyielding intensity as he turned and led the way toward the grand spiraling stone staircase that led to the master suite.The climb up the winding steps was swift. Xenon carried me with an easy, terrifying strength, his chest rising and falling against my side, while Xane walked close beside us, his hand resting possessively on my hip, his fingers mapping the curve of my body through the silk of my robe.When we reached the heavy oak doors of the master bedchamber, Xane pushed them open with a single shove.The room was vast, dominated by a massive, fur
The clock in the Citadel tower struck midnight, its deep, resonant chime echoing faintly through the stone corridors. Outside, the mountain wind howled across the snowfields, rattling the heavy iron window shutters. Inside, the private quarters felt unusually empty. Two days prior, a sudden diplomatic crisis on the eastern border had forced Xane and Xenon to mount up and ride out with a detachment of senior hunters. They were hours away, buried deep in the eastern valleys, leaving the fortress under the quiet watch of Xion. I lay awake in our massive bed, staring up at the timber beams. The silver marks on my collarbone thrummed with a steady, rhythmic warmth—a constant, glowing reminder of the bond. Even miles away, I could feel the faint, distant hum of Xane’s strategic focus and Xenon’s heavy, grounded presence. But the distance created a restless, aching itch beneath my skin. The silver wolf inside me paced, missing the weight of all three mates at once.







