INICIAR SESIÓNElara POVThe pull starts as a whisper.Not loud.Not violent.Just… there.A thread tightening somewhere deep inside me, drawing my attention forward—down the slope, into the valley, toward the broken stone circle where the Witch stands waiting.I try to ignore it.I really do.I focus on Kael’s hand wrapped around mine. On the steady weight of him beside me. On the wolves shifting into formation behind us. On the solid, grounding reality of everything that is not that place.But the pull doesn’t fade.It grows.My breath catches slightly.“Kael…”He feels it immediately.I don’t even need to say more.His grip tightens, his body angling subtly between me and the valley below.“I know,” he says, low and controlled.The bond between us flares—warm, protective, steady.But beneath it—Something else answers.The pull sharpens.The moment my gaze drifts back to Moonhallow, it deepens into something almost physical.Like gravity.Like the ground itself has decided where I belong.My wolf
Garrick POVChains have a sound.Not just metal.Not just weight.A memory.Every shift of my wrists, every slight movement of my shoulders, reminds me exactly where I am.Not a throne room.Not a war tent.Not even a cell of my own making.A dungeon.Cold stone. Iron. Silence.Humiliation.I sit on the edge of the narrow cot, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the far wall like I haven’t spent the last several days memorizing every crack in it.Captured.By Kael.The same Alpha I thought I was outmaneuvering.The same Alpha I thought I could weaken with one simple move.Give him the girl.Give him the omega.Let her be his distraction.Let her be his downfall.I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.“Fool,” I mutter.But not for the reason anyone would think.Because I wasn’t wrong.Not entirely.Elara was the key.Just not in the way I expected.Footsteps echo down the corridor.Slow.Deliberate.I don’t look up immediately.I already know who it is.The air changes when he’s near.
Witch POVThey arrived together.For a moment—just a moment—I consider the possibility that I miscalculated.Not the outcome.Never that.But the path.Because Kael was supposed to come first.Driven by rage.By instinct.By the need to hunt.Elara was supposed to follow later.Pulled.Desperate.Weakened by distance.Separated.Easier to break.Easier to shape.Instead—They stand on the ridge above me side by side.Bond intact.Child awake.My lips curve slowly.“…interesting.”The Veil hums beneath my feet, responding to my awareness. The runes carved into the stone flare faintly, black and silver lines twisting through the ancient circle like veins beneath skin.Moonhallow is awake.More awake than it has been in centuries.And yet—It is not fully mine.Not yet.I lower my gaze, focusing.There.The bond.Three threads.Kael.Elara.The child.Intertwined.Stronger now than when I last touched it.That should not have happened.Distance should have strained them.Fear should have
Kael POVThe forest changes the moment Elara rides beside me.Not because the road grows safer.Not because the Witch’s shadow retreats.Because the bond settles.The moment I lift her onto the horse in front of me, the strain that had been clawing at my chest finally eases. My arm wraps around her waist, my hand settling low and firm across her middle, and beneath my palm the restless pulse of our pup steadies into something warm and watchful.Mine.Ours.Together.For one brief, impossible breath, the world feels right again.Not safe.Never that.But right.Elara leans back into me, not weakly, not like someone asking to be held up, but like someone choosing exactly where she belongs. Her hair brushes my jaw every time the horse shifts, carrying her scent up into the cold morning air—wild grass, smoke, silver magic, and something sweeter now beneath it all.Our child.My wolf presses closer beneath my skin, calmer than he has been since dawn.Family.“Yes,” I murmur so quietly only
Elara POVThe forest feels too still after the attack.Not quiet.Still.Like everything around us is listening for the next tear in the world.I sit on a fallen log just off the road because my legs won’t quite trust me yet. One of the guards insists it’s only for a moment, only until everyone regroups, only until we know whether the Veil-touched creatures are truly gone.I let him say it.I let them all pretend this can still be managed with ordinary words.Regroup.Breathe.Hold position.As if any of that matters after I felt the world split open.As if any of that matters after I nearly let the Veil answer my child.My hands won’t stop trembling.So I keep them pressed over my stomach, as if I can steady both of us that way.“It’s okay,” I whisper, though I don’t know whether I’m speaking to the baby or myself.The warmth beneath my palms is faint now. Not frightened. Not searching.Just tired.My wolf lies wrapped tightly around our pup, guarding, listening, refusing to let anyt
Kael POVI feel it before the scream.Before the scouts react.Before the forest even changes.The bond snaps tight.Violently.My breath catches mid-stride as the horse beneath me jerks its head, sensing the shift in me before I even speak.“Elara.”It isn’t a question.It’s instinct.Pain spikes through my chest—not physical, not mine—but close enough that my vision blurs for a split second.My wolf surges forward, claws scraping against bone, desperate to break free.Pup.Something is wrong.Badly wrong.“Stop!” I bark.The command rips through the column instantly. Hooves grind into dirt, armor clinks as wolves freeze in place. Ronin turns sharply ahead, eyes already searching for the source of whatever I felt.“What is it?” he demands.I don’t answer.I can’t.Because the bond—It’s not just stretched now.It’s tearing.The sensation hits like a blade dragged across something vital.Raw.Unstable.Dangerous.My hands tighten on the reins hard enough to make the leather groan.“El
KaelThe fortress feels different when Ronin returns.Not louder. Not quieter.Heavier.I sense it before the horns announce his arrival—before the gates grind open and boots thunder across stone. My wolf lifts his head inside me, hackles rising, a low warning rumble vibrating through my chest.Som
ElaraKael doesn’t tell me everything at first.I know him well enough now to see it in the way his shoulders are set too tightly, in the way his hands linger on me like he’s counting proof that I’m still here. His eyes are darker than usual, storm-heavy, and when he holds me, it feels less like co
ElaraThe rumor reaches me the way all dangerous things do.Softly.Not with horns or blades or screaming.With a whisper.I’m sitting in the small solar Kael has allowed me to use for fresh air—fresh air behind wards and guards and stone, but still. A thin slice of sky is visible through the narro
Kael The moment Elara says we fight, something in me settles. Not peace. Not calm. Decision. For too long, I have been reacting—plugging breaches, sealing tunnels, dragging traitors out of shadows, watching the Witch shape roads with invisible hands. For too long, I have let her believe







