Chapter Five

The fortress stirred awake like a wounded beast.

Doors slammed. Boots thudded against stone. Horns sounded once, then fell silent. The air felt tight, as if one wrong breath could split it apart.

I stood at the edge of the servant corridor, clutching my skirts, listening.

“Lock the east wing.”

“No one leaves.”

“Find the girl.”

My stomach dropped.

Hands grabbed my arms before I could turn. Rough. Unkind.

“There,” a guard said. “That’s her.”

I didn’t resist. Fighting would only confirm what they already thought.

They pulled me through halls I had scrubbed a hundred times, past walls that now felt like they were closing in. Wolves watched as I went by. Some were curious, some were afraid, some were angry.

When the doors to the council chamber opened, the noise assaulted me.

Voices. Shouts. Fear wrapped in power.

They threw me to the floor.

I caught myself on my palms, the stone biting into my skin. I stayed there, breathing hard, hair falling into my face.

“Silence.”

Silas’s voice sliced through it all.

The room fell quiet.

I lifted my head.

He stood before the council, tall and unmoving, his cane resting lightly on the floor. His face was calm. Too calm.

If I didn’t know him, I would have thought he felt nothing.

“Speak,” Elder Kael said. “Tell us what you saw.”

Silas turned his head slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear.

“There was an assassination attempt,” he said. “It failed.”

Kael’s mouth thinned. “You fought like a sighted man.”

A ripple passed through the room.

Silas didn’t deny it.

Instead, Kael’s gaze shifted to me. “And she stood beside you.”

I felt every eye on my back.

“She touched you,” another elder said. “Guided you.”

I pushed myself to my knees.

“She is my servant,” Silas said. “Nothing more.”

The words hit hard.

My chest tightened—but I didn’t look away.

Kael stepped closer, his robes whispering. “A servant who moves in battle. A servant who does not scream when blades are drawn.”

He crouched in front of me.

“Look at me, girl.”

I did.

His eyes searched my face, sharp and cold.

“What did you see tonight?” he asked.

I swallowed. “Chaos.”

A few scoffed.

“That is all?” he pressed.

“Yes.”

He straightened and turned back to the council. “She lies.”

Silas’s grip tightened on his cane.

“She speaks as ordered,” he said.

Kael smiled thinly. “Then perhaps the order itself is the problem.”

A murmur spread through the room.

“After the assassination attempt,” Kael continued, “we find the Alpha stronger. More dangerous. And we find this girl at the center of it.”

My heart raced.

“This council exists to protect the pack,” Kael said. “And threats must be removed.”

Silas went still.

“Careful,” he said quietly.

Kael ignored him.

“Bring the brother.” The doors opened.

Kian was dragged in.

He looked thinner. Bruised. But alive.

My breath caught painfully in my throat.

Our eyes met for a brief moment before a guard shoved him to his knees beside me.

“No,” I whispered.

Kael looked pleased. “Family ties. Always useful.”

Silas stepped forward. “This is unnecessary.”

“Is it?” Kael replied. “Your strength returned the moment she arrived. The assassin struck when she was closest to you. And now, you defend her.”

Silas remained silent.

Kael spread his hands. “We see a pattern.”

Fear crawled up my spine.

“What is your judgment?” another elder asked.

Kael didn’t hesitate. “The girl is the threat.”

My ears rang.

“She will be punished publicly,” Kael said. “To show the pack that no traitor’s blood stands above the law.”

Silas’s jaw tensed.

“What punishment?” he asked.

Kael’s eyes flicked to me.

“Execution.”

The word hit hard.

Cold. Final.

The room erupted.

I stopped breathing.

Kian made a broken sound beside me. “No—please—”

Guards pulled him away.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.

I looked at Silas.

For the first time since the rejection, I didn’t hide what I felt.

The bond stirred—sharp, aching.

Silas’s face didn’t change.

But his hand shook.

Just once.

“The execution will take place at dawn,” Kael said. “Until then, she is to be confined.”

“Alpha?” another elder asked. “Do you object?”

All eyes turned to Silas.

The room held its breath.

Silas stood very still.

“I do not,” he said.

The words crushed something in my chest.

Guards pulled me to my feet.

As they dragged me away, I passed him.

He didn’t reach for me.

He didn’t speak.

But as I was shoved through the doors, his voice followed—low, precise.

“Make sure she survives the night.”

The doors slammed shut.

The cell was dark and damp. Chains clinked as they locked around my wrists.

I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, breath shaking now that I was alone.

Execution.....At dawn.

Footsteps approached.

The door opened quietly.

Silas stepped inside.

The guards remained outside.

He closed the door behind him.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then he crossed the space between us and crouched in front of me.

Up close, I could feel it—rage, fear, something fierce and restrained burning under his skin.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.

“Neither should you,” he replied.

He reached out—but stopped just inches from my face.

“They’re watching,” he said softly. “Every move. Every breath.”

My throat burned. “You said you’d protect him.”

“I am,” he said. “But not in the way you think.”

He leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper.

“This execution is a lie.”

My heart stuttered.

“They believe they are killing you,” he continued. “But they are walking into my trap.”

“What about Kian?” I asked.

“He will be released before sunrise,” Silas said. “Far from here.”

Tears filled my eyes.

“But you,” he added, “will disappear.”

I stared at him.

“Tonight,” he said, “I will pretend to lose you.”

The bond flared—hot, painful.

“And after?” I asked.

His jaw tightened.

“After,” he said, “the pack will learn what it means to take what is mine.”

A sound echoed outside the cell.

Silas stood quickly, his calm mask snapping back into place.

Before he turned away, his fingers brus

hed mine.

The bond surged—stronger than ever.

And somewhere deep in the fortress, a pair of unseen eyes watched the cell door.

Waiting.

Because the execution was never meant to kill me.

It was meant to expose what I truly was.

And at dawn—

The whole pack would see.