“Kaelen, what is this?” Ava’s voice trembled slightly as she held up a worn, yellowed parchment, its edges brittle with age and stained by time.He glanced over her shoulder, his eyes narrowing as they landed on the old Zolano seal pressed into the corner of the document. A pang of unease flickered across his expression. “Where did you find that?”“In the archives,” Ava answered softly, her fingers running carefully over the faded ink. “It was hidden beneath a stack of other papers—like someone didn’t want it to be discovered.” She hesitated, then looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. “It’s a pact, Kaelen. You promised to marry a noble’s daughter from the Zolano clan.”Kaelen’s jaw clenched tightly. “That was many years ago... and it was made under duress.”“Duress?” Ava echoed quietly, leaning closer. “What happened? Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”Kaelen’s breath hitched as he exhaled deeply, the weight of old memories pressing down on his shoulders. His v
"You're quieter than usual," Kaelen remarked, watching Ava from across the room.She looked up from the scroll in her lap, the one she had been using to note down her ideas for the wedding ceremony. "I'm thinking.""About the dress? Or about the eyes watching you?" His tone was low, sharper than usual.Ava hesitated, then folded the scroll. "Both. I feel them everywhere, Kaelen. The looks. The silence that follows when I enter a room. It's not just disapproval. It's... hatred."Kaelen strode toward her, his boots thudding heavily against the stone floor. "Let them glare. They'll learn to live with it. Or leave."She met his gaze. "That's easy for you to say. You don't have to eat with them, walk the corridors alone, feel the air grow colder whenever you pass."His jaw clenched. "Then I won't let you walk alone.""That's not the point," Ava said softly. "They won’t stop because you protect me. They’ll just hide it better."There was a knock at the door.Zylan stepped in, his expression
“You’re serious?” Ava’s voice trembled slightly, though she tried to steady it. “You’re going to tell them—just like that?”Kaelen stood before the tall ceremonial mirror in the war hall, adjusting the collar of his dark cloak. “Yes,” he said plainly, meeting her reflection with calm certainty. “I’m not hiding this, Ava. Not you.”“But the elders—” she began.“Will listen,” he interrupted. “Or they’ll learn to.”Ava folded her arms across her chest, pacing a few steps behind him. “You’re the General, Kaelen, not the King.”“Exactly,” he said, turning now to face her. “But no one commands more respect in the field or among the ranks. I’ve led them through wars. It’s time I lead them through change.”Her eyes narrowed. “And you think marrying a human servant is the kind of change they’ll follow?”“I think they’ll resist,” Kaelen admitted without hesitation. “But I also think they’ll have no choice.”Ava’s breath hitched as she met his unwavering gaze. “What if they turn on you for this?
Unsolicited Advice “It is being rumored that our own General has fallen for a slave,” she started, her voice laced with a hint of disapproval.“Evelyn has also been spotted with the person of interest. Pack members feel she's an outcast, possibly a rogue, and if so, then that means danger to The Blood Moon pack,“ Helen added firmly, her sharp gaze locked onto me.My eyes lowered slightly, my brow furrowing. The fact that she referred to Ava as a rogue or an outcast didn’t sit well with me or my wolf. A low growl rumbled in my chest, but I kept my expression neutral.I cut in immediately, my voice steady, “And what might be your advice on this matter, Helen?”She exhaled, shifting slightly in her seat, as if preparing to make a well-crafted argument. “Well...” She paused, adjusting herself into a more relaxed posture, though I could sense the sharpness in her words before she even spoke them.“I think we should be vigilant and mindful of whom we allow into our personal space, let alon
Kaelen's POV I was in my office trying to make up for the days I missed been in the pack when” Zylan alarms. “One of the Council member is here to see you.”My eyes furrowed. This late? I quickly glanced over at the wall clock ticking on my left side. Definitely late for any form of meeting with any Council member at this moment.I am certainly not in the mood to indulge myself in any formal conversation with an Council member. Even though they are well regarded as high-ranked members in the pack due to their age and past service, I feel most of their ideologies and opinions over certain matters are archaic. They believe they know more than even their leader and insist their opinions should be implemented.“Which of them?” I posed the question.“ Helen.”A deep low growl rumbled in my chest. I frowned at the acknowledgment of who I was about to let disturb my peace.Helen is a subtle strategist who knows how to weave her way to her desired outcome. Beneath the beaming smile on her f
The council summoned Kaelen again at midday. This time, they asked questions without asking them.“You were gone for three days.”“Two nights, yes,” Kaelen replied calmly, hands clasped behind his back.“You crossed the ridge without escort.”“I was not followed.”“And what did you find?”Kaelen didn’t blink. “Clarity.”A slow pause followed. The word floated between them like a challenge.Elder Mahr leaned forward. “Clarity doesn’t hold territory. Or win wars.”“I never said it did.”“You’re playing with fire, General,” another said, voice cold. “We don’t trust silence.”“I’m not asking you to,” Kaelen said. “Only to let me do my job.”They didn’t like that.Zylan sat in the back, arms crossed. He didn’t speak, but his eyes watched everything. The way the elders stiffened. The way Kaelen didn’t bow.Finally, one of them shifted. “Tomorrow morning,” Elder Mahr said, “you and the girl—Ava—will appear. There are questions we may need clarity for.”Kaelen met their eyes one last time. “T
"They’re watching you. You know that, right?"Kaelen didn’t flinch at Zylan’s voice, low and steady as they rode side by side through the gates of the Panja war camp. Dust swirled at their heels, kicked up by the tired hooves of their mounts."Let them watch," Kaelen muttered. His cloak clung to his frame, soaked with days of travel and the weight of something deeper.Zylan raised a brow. "Rylan’s already stirring the pot. He says you vanished without orders. Left your post. Abandoned your warriors.""And what do you say?" Kaelen asked without looking."I say you look like hell. And that something happened in that valley."Kaelen didn’t respond. He kept his gaze on the looming camp structures ahead, their dark outlines harsh against the morning light.When they crossed into the main grounds, whispers followed. Heads turned. Some nodded in greeting, others stared too long. A few looked away entirely. It was subtle, but Kaelen felt the shift.The moment they dismounted, a pair of elite
"Don’t go yet," Kaelen murmured against her bare shoulder, his breath warm in the pre-dawn chill. Ava smiled softly, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket tangled around them. "If I don’t leave now, I won’t make it past the outer ridge before the guards switch shifts." "You shouldn’t have come," he added, but there was no weight behind the words—only worry, and longing. "I had to," she whispered, tracing the faint scar along his jaw. "I needed to see you before everything changes." His hand closed over hers, pressing it to his chest where his heart beat a fierce rhythm. "Everything already has, Ava. You know that." She didn’t reply. There were no words for what she felt—not now, not when the scent of the valley clung to her skin, not when her body still ached from how he had claimed her like the world might end. Ava looked up, caught in the stillness of his eyes, and the silence that settled around them felt louder than any scream. Kaelen shifted, rising from the palle
"One more thing," Kaelen said, his voice low but firm, eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "Go back to the pack and bring Ava with you on your next visit. Let me see her. I’m… wanting to see her."Zylan arched a brow but said nothing at first. Then, with a light nod and a subtle smile, he replied, “So the mighty General finally admits he’s human.”Kaelen turned his head slightly, giving him a look. “Don’t start with your teasing. Just bring her.”Zylan chuckled, already turning on his heel. “I’m going. But I’ll make sure she comes willingly, not dragged.”Kaelen’s voice followed him as he walked away. “She’ll come.”Zylan paused, looked back over his shoulder with a grin. “She always does.”The valley was quiet—too quiet for someone used to the rhythm of command. That’s precisely why Kaelen had chosen it. He stood at the edge of a small ridge, the vast expanse of green stretching far below, framed by the gentle curves of the hills and the slow glimmer of the stream winding through the