LOGINThe hallways were empty. I could hear my heartbeat loud and clear in my ears. The light from the torch moved over the stone walls, making the shadows appear to twist and move. I took a step, and it sounded loud. I took a breath, and it felt like I was yelling. The torchlight cast eerie shapes on the stone walls. Shadows danced everywhere, as if they were alive. The torchlight, the shadows, and the empty hallways all seemed to be trying to scare me.
I told myself to stay calm. I was holding the tray of water really tight. My knuckles were so tight they turned white. I did not want to spill a drop of water, from the tray.
The door, to Silass chambers opened before I even got to it. Silas was standing there leaning against the window with his hands clasped behind his back. Silas seemed to fill the room and that was really something because Silas was blind.
The man said "You are late”, without turning around to face the person he was talking to.
I tried to speak. The words did not come out. I was going to say something. My voice stopped working when he turned around to face me. The bond that I feel with him was beating strongly in my chest it was stronger than it has ever been before. The bond felt really strong.
He said "I do not tolerate excuses". The words he spoke were quiet. Each word felt very heavy like a big rock is being placed on you.
I said that I am ready. My hands were shaking really badly. I was trying to stop them from shaking. I wanted to appear calm so I took a breath and tried to steady my hands. The thing that was making my hands shake was the fact that I was really nervous, about what was going to happen with the thing I was doing which was the thing that required me to say that I am ready.
He looked at me for a long time his lips were pressed together tightly. Then he pointed to the floor. Said "Sit".
I did what I was told. My knees were pressed against the stones and my fingers were touching the edge of the rug that was under me. The man with the cane walked around me slowly and I could hear the soft sound of the cane tapping on the floor. Even though I could not see him I could feel that the man with the cane was there, with me and that was kind of scary.
The man told me that I am learning quickly. However he also said that learning quickly is not good enough. He said that I must be able to think about what's going to happen next, with the things I am learning which is anticipation of the art of learning itself the art of learning something new the learning process and the anticipation of the learning process.
I swallowed. I said to Alpha "I will try, Alpha."
He dropped down low fast getting so close that I could feel how warm his body was. "Do not try " he said. "Just. See what is happening.. When you see something you have to do something, about it before the danger gets to me to the person I am to me."
My chest felt really funny. The weight of our bond was very heavy on me. Every time I told him what I thought it made me feel tired. I did not want to stop. I could not let him get into trouble. Not when I knew I could help him avoid it. The bond, between us was important. I had to keep sharing my vision with him.
Tonight he said, standing up all the way you will come with me to the training yard. Just you. There is a message, for the training yard that we need to see.
I blinked, unsure. I said "Am I alone?"
"Yes" he said, "There are no guards and no witnesses so do not mess this up. Fail me. The person I am talking to must make sure that they do not fail me."
The training yard was really cold. The ground was slippery, with frost. There was a torch burning at the end. It was shining light on a person who was just standing there not moving. The training yard looked eerie in the torch light. My breath caught when I saw the figure standing alone in the training yard.
There was this man, tall and big and he had a dark mask, on his face. The knife he was holding caught the light from the torches. This made my stomach feel weird.
Silas told them to move. He said it quietly.
The bond flared up in my chest. The assassin had not moved,. I saw the assassin: the way the assassin tilted his shoulders the very slight weight shift of the assassins foot.
I helped Silas out. "Take two steps to the left " I said quietly. "The person we are talking about is standing near the east wall."
Silas moved quietly and got into position. The person, in the mask suddenly jumped at him. I yelled out "Behind you Silas!”
The bond really screamed through me. Silas spun around his blade slicing really clean through the air. The assassin fell to the ground.. Then another assassin emerged from the shadows. This one was faster and closer, with a dagger that was flashing in the light.
My heart was beating fast. I shouted "Another video game!" because I was so excited, about another video game.
Silas. Countered he was moving so fast it was like he was death itself. But I could see the danger it was really close. The dagger just missed him it was a few inches away, from Silas.
Then the third figure stepped out. I felt a chill run down my spine and my blood ran cold.
Something about him was… familiar.
"Who is he?" I whispered, really I was asking myself not talking to Silas.
Silas said to me "Watch".
The man was moving carefully like he wanted to hurt someone. Every time he swung at something every time he pretended to swing every step he took was thought out.. His movements seemed familiar like I had seen someone move like that before. It was not like Kian it was not like anyone I could think of. The mans movements were, like something I had seen before. I just could not remember who it was. My stomach was all tied up in knots.
The masked figure jumped at Silas. I yelled at him. "Move back! Go to your left!"
The bond was really strong. It pulsed with a lot of force. My vision connected with the bond and I could see everything that he saw every danger, every single thing that could hurt him the bond showed me every angle, every threat that was out there.
Silas spun around deflected the attack and the man in the mask stumbled backwards.. He did not back down. The man, in the mask stopped for a second he seemed to be thinking about what to do and that is when I saw a little bit of his face under the mask.
My heart just stopped beating for a moment. It was, like time stood still. I was completely shocked. My heart froze.
I knew this person.. The truth is, I did not really know him at all.
Silass blade moved fast and it was very sharp. The person it hit fell down. Rolled away into the dark. Silass blade had done its job.
I fell down my knees hit the ground and I was breathing really hard. "Who was that person?" I said in a quiet voice.
Silas stepped close, to me his voice was very quiet and calm. He said "Someone you will see again". And when you see this person again you will have to make a choice: you will have to trust Silas or you will have to destroy Silas.
My fingers were gripping the frost that was right beneath me. The connection between Silas and me was really strong. It felt like it was alive. It was beating like my heart. I had this question in my mind the time: Why did I know that face so well? The face felt so familiar to me. The bond, between Silas and me was still burning hot.
I was, in the dark. I felt something. Eyes were watching me. They were thinking about what to do. The eyes were waiting for something to happen with the darkness around. The eyes just kept watching me.
In that moment I knew
The fight was not done yet. The fight was still going on. It was far, from over.
The blade at her brother’s throat glinted in the firelight.Elara could see his shoulders shaking from where she knelt in the ruined corridor. The tower felt too close. Too sharp. Every flicker of flame burned behind her eyes.“Bring me the traitor’s daughter, or he dies.”The voice echoed across the courtyard. It was deep and distant.Silas stopped amid the chaos. Warriors rushed past him. Steel clashed, and smoke filled the air.But he stayed still.“Elara,” he said through their connection. His wolf was breathing hard, claws digging into the ground. “Stay where you are.”Her hands clenched into fists. “He will kill him.”“I know.”His voice was quiet and controlled.Above them, the cloaked figure pressed the blade closer. A thin line of blood trickled down her brother’s neck.Elara’s stomach twisted.“Silas,” she whispered, her voice trembling now. “Please.”On the tower, her brother lifted his head. Even from a distance, she saw it…the stubborn set of his jaw. It was the same look
The forest was too quiet.Moonlight spilled over the clearing, turning every blade of grass silver. Silas stood at the entrance of the broken tunnel, blood soaking through his shirt, with Varrek half-slumped beside him.And they were surrounded.Elara watched through the bond. A circle of wolves stood in human form, their eyes glowing with the same strange silver that had begun to flicker in Silas’s gaze. They weren't blind or sighted. They were something else.Different.At the center stood a woman dressed in white and ash gray. Her long hair was braided down her back, woven with thin strips of metal that caught the moonlight. On her chest rested the crest of the former Luna, the same symbol carved above the Alpha throne.Elara’s breath caught.That crest had burned with Silas’s mate.Silas did not bow. He did not step back. He straightened slowly, one hand gripping Varrek’s collar to keep him upright.“Release him,” the woman said.Her voice was calm, not loud. Yet the wolves around
The answering horn did not belong to the fortress.Elara sensed it deep within her before she fully grasped it. The sound rolled over the walls like thunder that had picked a path.The warriors around her froze.“That is not ours,” one murmured.The captain's jaw tightened. “Outer ridge,” he commanded. “Move!”Boots pounded down the corridor, leaving dust and tension behind.Elara remained kneeling beside Kael, but her mind had left the ruined hallway. It followed the faint pulse of the bond. Weak. Moving.Alive.She shut her eyes for a moment.Through the bond, she saw darkness. A narrow tunnel. Broken stone brushing her shoulders. Silas moving quickly, breathing steadily, blood drying on his skin.He was not alone.A shadow trailed him from a distance.Elara’s eyes flew open.Kael studied her expression. “You see him.”“Yes,” she whispered.“And?”“He is being followed.”Kael swore softly. He tried to push himself up, but pain forced him back down.“You must warn him,” the elder urg
The world reassembled in fragments.First came the dust. It filled Elara’s mouth, nose, and lungs. She coughed violently, her fingers digging into the broken stone below her. Something heavy, yet warm, pressed against her back. “Silas,” she croaked.A low groan came in response. His arm wrapped around her waist. His body curved protectively over hers. Even unconscious, he had not let her go.The corridor was gone. It looked like the bones of a dead creature…cracked beams, fallen pillars, and shattered walls. Smoke curled upward through a jagged opening where the ceiling had been. “Elara.”This time, his voice was clearer, though rough.She twisted carefully under him. “I’m here.” His hand tightened immediately, fingers pressing into her side as if to make sure she was real. He slowly pushed himself up. Blood stained his temple, darker now.“Are you hurt?” he asked. The question made her stop. He used to ask only if she could see; now he was asking about her.“I’m fine,” she said
The silence did not last.The cell door burst open with a sound like bone snapping, iron bars bending like thin twigs. Dust filled the air, choking and thick, and through it stepped Silas.He did not appear blind.His head was high, his chest rising and falling, his hands slightly bloodied from whatever he had fought through to get here. The air around him felt alive, wild, like a storm had taken form.“Elara,” he said.Her name was not a question. It was a promise.She pushed herself up despite the chains biting into her wrists. “I’m here,” she gasped, her voice cracking as relief and fear clashed in her chest.Varrek stepped back once, just once. That single step was louder than the broken door. His fingers lifted, already forming a sigil in the air.“You should not have come alone,” Varrek said calmly, though sweat trickled down his temple.Silas tilted his head slightly, listening beyond the words. “You talk too much,” he said, and lunged.The impact cracked the stone wall behind
The roar shook the fortress and the rattling of the stone and steel was heard . The chains of Elara shook and she struggled against them in an attempt to stand up. The eyes of Varrek were narrowed, and he studied her attempt to endure as long as a predator. "Do you feel him?" he said, in a soft, venomous voice. She swallowed hard, chest tightening, the bond thrumming violently under her skin. She could feel Silas, she heard every beat of his warning heart throb in her veins. Kael swung forward, personnel glowing dimly, energy humming in the air." Not long will he be kept " , said Kael, with serious low voice. Varrek laughed, a dry and sharp sound that went bouncing back off the walls. "Then you will teach her control… or break her trying.” Elara glanced at the torchlight flashing on the walls of the cell. She tightened her stomach; there was a way, she saw it, if only she moved carefully. I could feel the chains trembling as Silas moved closer and unrelenting. With every







