ANMELDEN~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.~NYRA~ The moment we leave the others behind, Ryan falls into step beside me. His wolf, Cassius, takes the lead, moving through the trees with the confidence of someone who knows exactly where he's going. I keep pace, though my attention keeps drifting towards the direction we came from. Ethan. And the fucking mark on his hand. I pick up my pace, and Cassius slows when he notices Nina turning towards the spot. He follows my gaze, and neither of us needs to say anything before we change direction. The fucker immediately fights to take the lead again. We soon reach the place where the house was. Except there's nothing. Nina's paws dig into the earth as I come to a sudden halt. Cassius stops behind me, his head turning as he surveys the clearing. The house. Or whatever the fuck that thing had been...is gone. I stare at the empty stretch of earth. The trees stand undisturbed, their branches swaying gently overhead. No broken twigs, no footprints leading to the door, no trace of
~ETHAN~ "Stay back!" I pull her to me. A wolf lands in the clearing, skidding in the dirt, and I stop hard, my wounds pulling again. It's huge. Jet black, with a pale, frosted green coating its upper fur, while its lips are peeled back from teeth as long as my fingers and its eyes lock on Nyra before turning to me. Fuck. My hands clench instinctively as I scan the clearing, searching for an exit or a weapon or anything that might give me an advantage. There isn't much to work with. Nyra steps forward. My hands reach for her. "Ny— She stops right in front of the wolf. "Aaron.” Aaron? The wolf's body ripples while bones shift under the fur with a wet, wrong sound until the shape collapses and rebuilds. Then Aaron is standing there naked with black hair plastered to his forehead and a pale green sheen to his eyes that matches the wolf's fur. My heartbeat lowers and I let out a slow breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. He runs forwards and crushes Nyra ag
~ETHAN~ "No, Ethan. This mark has nothing to do with me." Nothing to do with me. The words land slowly, like a stone sinking through water. I look down at my arm. Somewhere in the back of my head, a quieter, more honest voice says it was never going to be that simple. The raven. That was the first thing I'd thought of when I saw the mark yesterday. The same damn bird that had appeared in the forest after Nyra collapsed. But I'd dismissed the connection because I had a much simpler explanation. Nyra. She was the explanation. Nyra was always the explanation for everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. Months ago, I watched a woman turn into something with fur and fangs. I watched men bleed out in the dirt because of what
~NYRA~ "Then do it," Ethan challenges, his voice low and steady, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm right here." Challenge accepted, fucker. I don't give him time to take them back. I cradle his jaw in both hands and kiss him, hard and deep, tasting sleep and smoke and the faint salt of his skin. He makes a low sound in his throat that I feel in my stomach. And this time, he doesn't fight for control. His hands settle at my waist, broad and warm, his calloused thumbs pressing into the dip of my hips, and he lets his head rest against the stone, giving me the lead. ‘Mate,’ Nina breathes, so eager it hums under my skin. I reach between us and find him already stirring, only half hard, warm and heavy against my palm. He hisses through his teeth as my fingers close around him, his hips twitching up into my grip. I stroke him once, twice, slowly, feeling him thicken against my hand, and his breath turns ragged against my mouth. I hear his heartbeat climb, a steady th
~ETHAN~I wake the way I always do, a few minutes before the world asks me to, my body keeping its own time no matter how little sleep it gets.For a second I just take in my surroundings. Stone walls. Grey, thin light leaking through the shutters. Beyond the walls, nothing. No birds, no wind, no footsteps.Strange.Then I feel her.Nyra.She is curled against my side, one arm thrown across my chest, her knee hooked over my thigh like she's daring me to try slipping away. Her face is tucked into my shoulder, and her breath ghosts warm and even against my skin.She's asleep.I almost don't believe it. There's no sharp edges. No glare. No tension locked in her jaw like she's bracing for the next fight. Her dark hair is a wreck across the pillow, and her fingers twitch against my ribs as she dreams.The sheet has slipped to her hip, and I look for the marks I left on her collarbone and breasts. There's almost nothing.Only the faintest red shadows remain.Accelerated healing.Hours ago
~NYRA~ ‘Mark him,’ she snarls in my head, her voice a heat I can’t separate from my own. ‘Now. Mark him. Make him ours.’ My gums ache and I feel the sharp, familiar slide of my fangs lengthening, my whole body is still shuddering through the aftershocks, and his neck is right there. Tanned skin, a pulse thudding hard and fast against my lips, so close that I can taste his scent, earth and smoke and mine. ‘Do it,’ Nina urges, frantic now. ‘Mate. Mate. Mate.’ Every instinct I own is screaming at me to sink my teeth in. My mouth is almost against his throat and my jaws ache with the effort of not closing it. His pulse is right there, hammering under my lips, and the mate bond is a livewire beneath my skin, begging me to finish what my body already started. No. Not like this. He doesn't know what a mark means. He doesn't know that one bite would bind his life to mine forever, that there'd be no undoing it, no version of him that gets to walk away after. I won't take that fr







