로그인~NYRA~
“Nyra! Nyra!” I woke to a sharp tug through the mind link. “Yes,” I answered groggily. “Wake up, Nyra. There’s an intruder.” Aaron’s voice sharpened my senses, every nerve sparking awake. “An intruder?” “Yes. Come down soon.” The link cut off. I scrambled out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. Hot water stung against my skin, my shoulder wound—once raw—was gone, leaving only a faint scar. Good thing no one knew. Yanking on a black tank top and track pants, I raced downstairs, heart thudding. Aaron and Knox were waiting, tense. “What happened?” I demanded, joining them. “A man attacked our patrols at night,” Knox said as we headed toward the grounds. “Why didn’t they kill him?” “He’s human,” Aaron muttered with disdain. Human. My pulse spiked. “Then why the trial? Uncle can just command him,” I pressed. “That’s the problem.” Knox’s tone was grave. “Alpha command didn’t work on him.” “What?” My steps faltered. That was…impossible. Humans bent instantly under Alpha’s will. Always. Does that mean — No. Don’t overthink, Nyra. “What happens now?” “The council members are here. They’ll decide.” I swallowed hard. Council. “Why did the council get involved?” Aaron asked, voicing the question sitting like a stone in my chest. “That human carried silver and matches. He attacked our men deliberately. They suspect he knew what we are.” Aaron frowned. “We don’t kill humans… but if the command doesn’t work, then—” “Execution,” Knox finished. The word felt like ice in my veins. Not that I fear blood, but something doesn't feel right. We entered the training grounds. My gaze swept over the gathered crowd—elders, council, warriors—and then froze. I sensed him before I saw him. My mate. Bound in chains at the center of the grounds. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be him. Not here. “Nyra?” Aaron called softly. I tore my eyes away, following them up the stage where Uncle, Aunt and council members presided, deep in discussion. We took our places behind them. But the pull burned through me, in every vein, fierce and undeniable. 'We need to save him!' Nina, my wolf, snapped in my mind. 'Let’s wait for their decision,' I muttered. 'He’s our mate. They can’t kill him!' I ignored her. She wouldn’t understand. Even I couldn’t. Why did he come here? Why did he attack? Why didn’t my command erase his memory? 'He's our mate.' 'Is that why he's immune to my command?' I asked. 'Answer me, Nina' Fucking great. Now she's ignoring me. Alpha Allen stood, his voice cutting through the crowd. “Why did you carry silver knives? Who sent you?” “No one sent me,” the human spat. “Why attack our men? Who told you about silver?” “Speak or you’ll be dead,” Uncle’s Alpha voice thundered. The man’s glare burned. “You monsters kill without mercy. But I won’t let that happen. I’ll end you.” “Human.” Uncle Daniel sneered. “Let's just kill him.” “But he’s human,” Aunt argued weakly. “A human who is immune to my command!” Uncle roared back. Alpha Allen exhaled, weary. “There’s no other choice. Finish him and file the report.” “No!” Nina’s growl reverberated inside me. “Save him now!” “Nina, please—” But the warrior stepped forward, sword raised. My wolf surged. “Now! Save mate! You can’t sit here!” Pain split through my skull as I tried to hold her back. “Nyra,” Knox whispered beside me, concern in his eyes. I clenched my teeth. 'Please, Nina, don’t. Everyone will know—' 'I don’t care!' The shift tore through me. My body cracked, bones snapping as Nina forced her way out. Knox stumbled back as my wolf growled at him. Then, without hesitation, she leapt over the elders and landed in the dirt, the crowd scattering in terror. Her paws pounded against the earth until she stood before him—our mate—snarling at the warrior. He faltered, dropping the sword and backing away. “He’s mine! My mate!” Nina’s Alpha command boomed through the mind link, echoing across every wolf in the pack. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Confusion. Shock. Horror. Knox’s face paled. “Impossible,” he whispered. Aaron’s eyes darted between me and the human, wide with disbelief. 'What have you done, Nina?' I whispered. 'The right thing,' she replied, unapologetic. “Nyra!” My uncle’s voice roared with fury.~Aaron~ “How the fuck did that human escape!” Dad’s growl tears through the corridor, rattling straight through bone—not just walls. By the time I reach his office, the door hangs half-open. They’re already inside. Gavin, the Beta, stands by the desk—spine locked, gaze cutting through the room like he’s already mapping outcomes, exits, failures. Cole, the Gamma, prowls near the window, pacing in tight, restless lines—coiled, contained, like the only thing stopping him from tearing out the door is the order he hasn’t been given yet. And knowing him— He’s already halfway gone. I knock anyway. Once. “Who the fuck is that?!” “It’s me,” I say, stepping in before he can throw something at the door. It clicks shut behind me. I lean back against it, gaze skimming the cracked edge of his desk. “You’re going to run out of furniture at this rate.” His head snaps up, and the room tightens with it—his gaze locking onto mine, rage simmering just beneath the surface. “WHERE. IS. NYRA.”
~ETHAN~ I don’t need to see. The moment those headlights don’t waver—I know how this ends. It was her race in the rain. Nyra. Her boots hit the road—hard, steady—cutting through rain. My bike’s alarm keeps blinking somewhere to the side—useless, distant—but her steps land heavier than anything else. Louder. Closer. I push up on one arm— Pain tears through my shoulder—deep, jagged. "Fuck—" My elbow buckles. Vision dips, black creeping in at the edges. I drag in a breath— And it catches at my ribs. I try again. Same sharp pull. I hold it there, jaw tight, waiting for it to ease. It doesn’t. I force my head up. Rain hits my face instantly, running into my eyes, blurring everything into streaks of light and shadow. Sound flattens into the steady pound of water and the uneven pull of my own dragging breath. Then she steps into the headlights. And everything sharpens. Silhouette first—then her. Standing there like the rain doesn’t touch her. Like none of this slows her dow
~ETHAN~ My hands hover over the handle of my door, the same dim stairwell light flickering beside the entrance. Nothing about it has changed. It looks exactly the way it always has—ordinary, forgettable. But something about it doesn’t sit the same. Her car is somewhere out there, abandoned near the woods where I left it. The files and sketches are tucked securely under my belt, though I don’t really need them. I know what’s in them. I’ve gone over every detail enough times to recite half of it from memory. If I wanted, I could hand everything over to Joan and let him deal with it. But I don’t. Not yet. I push the door open. The air inside is stale, closed off too long, a thin layer of dust settling over everything. The curtains hang half-drawn, and the table sits exactly as I left it—cluttered with files and loose papers, untouched. I lock the door behind me and pause, letting my gaze move across the room out of habit. Windows. Corners. Entry points. Nothing’s shifted
~NYRA~ "Coffee?" Aaron asks, the moment he steps in. The rich aroma of coffee drifts from the mug in his hands. I slide my chair back, feeling the smooth floor under my feet, and reach for it. Steam curls upward, brushing my fingers as I lift the cup—warmth seeping into my palms. He doesn't sit on the desk or chair like usual, and leans against the window rail. His own mug is clasped loosely in one hand, eyes flicking to my lap. "Rapid regeneration," he reads, brow raised. "Just expanding my knowledge," I shrug, curling my fingers around the hot cup. He shakes his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Of course.” The first sip of his coffee hits me like a jolt of warmth, bitter and rich, curling across my tongue. I sink into my chair with a long sigh, shoulders loosening with each slow swallow. Steam drifts from the cup, brushing my fingers, carrying the scent of roasted beans. "Good?" "Could be better," I say, tilting the mug for another careful sip. He snorts, eyes slidin
~NYRA~ “I came,” he says, voice rougher now, “to apologize.” The words fall between us. And for one impossible moment, my heart forgets how to beat. I just stare at him. For a moment I’m not even sure I heard him right. Then I laugh. The sound cuts out of me before I can stop it—sharp, brittle, scraping the back of my throat on the way out. “You came all the way here,” I say, straightening to face him fully, “to apologize?” Ethan doesn’t move, just stands there, steady as stone. “Yes.” The word lands so quietly it takes a second to register. “Let me guess,” I say, my voice turning sharp. “You showed up here and realized this is the only way you’re getting out alive.” “No.” The calm answer lands like a stone dropped into still water. No fear. No defensiveness. Just… certainty. My eyes narrow, I take a slow step towards him. The distance between us shrinks. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. A beat of silence stretches between us. Then— “To leave this place I do
~NYRA~ “Come in.” Uncle Daniel’s Alpha voice rumbles from behind the door, low and commanding. I take a deep breath, my fingers tightening on the handle. Whatever he’s called me here for, I already know it won’t go well. I push the door open and step in. His office. His authority. His rules. Suffocating—yet familiar. “Nyra,” he says, calm but simmering with authority. “Sit.” “Uncle.” I slide into the chair opposite him, palms pressed against the polished oak. Reports lie in neat piles to one side, pens scattered around them, the faint scent of old parchment and ink hangs in the air. “Mind explaining these to me?” He tosses a sheet onto the desk, the paper landing with a thud that makes my stomach knot. I glance down and my fingers immediately curl under the table. To Alpha Rowan… my reports. How the fuck did he get his hands on them? “Nyra.” His voice tightens. “These are the reports I submitted to the council,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but my pulse
~NYRA~ "It's been a week, Aunt. He doesn’t need it anymore." "Oh, he’s still healing," Aunt Leah says, pressing the food container into my hands. "He needs more nutrients than us, Nyra. Make sure he eats." "I don’t have time to feed him, Aunt. I won’t even be visiting—" The words stop short.
~NYRA~ A knock sounds just as I finish sealing the report to Alpha Rowan’s council. “Come in.” The door opens slowly. Knox steps inside. Head low. My chest tightens. “Knox.” He doesn’t sit. Doesn’t look at me. His hands are clasped behind his back like he’s awaiting punishment. “Yo
~NYRA~ The door slams behind Knox, rattling the study walls. “Calm down,” I say, voice even. “Calm down?” His laugh is bitter, almost broken. “You’re asking me to fucking calm down, Nyra?” He steps forward, boots heavy against the wood. “He fucking raised his hand on you!” His growl echo
~ETHAN~ I don’t move when the shed door opens. Stillness is the easiest way to disappear— or to be noticed only if someone is trained to see it. Footsteps echo and the wolfy steps out now. Calm. Composed. Whatever happened inside that shed didn’t follow her out — and if it did, she buried it so







