LOGINI lifted my gaze toward the tree line, the mountains shadowing the horizon beyond the village. Somewhere past them, the world kept turning with Packs politics, war… but none of it concerned me anymore. This was all that mattered. My children, and a quiet life away from the prison of court. It was
Lila The mornings in Silver Glen always began the same way: slow and steady, and a brief self-talk to reassure myself everything was safe. I opened the shutters before dawn to let in what little light there was, then stoked the hearth until the fire roared back to life. The cottage was small but
The room hummed with low conversation: border gossip, trade routes, and the same stories I’d heard a hundred times before. It was nothing useful. I had half a mind to leave when a voice from the far corner broke through the low hum of tavern murmurs.“…swear it on the moon, she glowed,” a man was saying, his tone boasting and slurred. “Hands like light itself. Healed my brother’s fever with one touch and he was good as new by morning.”My head lifted before I realized it, honing in on the conversation.The speaker was a merchant, middle-aged, half-drunk, spinning tales to a group of guards around his table. I let their laughter wash over me and listened harder.“Where?” someone asked, snorting. “The moon doesn’t walk among us mere mortals.”“Silver Glen,” the merchant said. “A small village near the northern ridge. They call her the Silver Healer. Some say she’s blessed by the Goddess herself. Eyes like molten silver, they say. Glows when she works.”My pulse stumbled once and then ro
DamonThe Councilors were speaking again. They were always speaking. Reports, figures, meaningless noise that slid over me without registering it. I stood at the window behind my chair – which Asher hadn’t managed to take yet – my fingers resting on the cold sill, watching snow drift down over the courtyard below. The banners of Stormfang hung limp, their colors dulled in the foggy weather.“…the eastern packs request aid, Your Majesty.”“…rebellion at the southern border.”“…Lord Asher recommends…”That last name cut through the static. I turned, slowly, until the room fell silent. “Lord Asher recommends what?”The nearest advisor swallowed hard. “He’s been… maintaining the council in your absence, Your Highness. Some of the Alphas have begun petitioning him directly. They fear the realm grows leaderless.”Leaderless. I almost laughed.A King who’s lost his Queen is worse than leaderless, he’s hollow. A decaying body wearing a crown because he doesn’t know how to live.“Tell them,” I
Damon Two Years Later The snow swallowed all the sound. Only the crunch of boots and the wet rasp of dying Rogues broke the silence. I moved through the clearing like a wild animal. My blade flashed once, clean and efficient, and another body hit the ground with a dull thud. The air reeked of iro
The square transformed after the vows were spoken. Lanterns swung overhead, laughter rising as villagers filled the space with music and clapping.Someone plucked at a lute, another beat a hand drum, and soon feet stomped against the packed earth in celebration. The air smelled of roasted meat and s







