LOGINBrielle POV.The room went quiet for a moment, then the oldest among them, a man with a long white beard and sharp eyes, leaned forward.“Is it not obvious?” he snapped. “You are too young. You have no training, no knowledge of our laws, our ways, or how to lead a pack. How can someone so inexperienced guide our people or stand beside our Alpha?”Another Elder added, his voice cold and harsh, “And more than that—trouble follows wherever you go. Because of you, enemies have attacked, and some of our own men lost their lives to keep you safe. You bring danger, not protection. That is why you are not worthy.”I listened carefully, letting every word sink in, but I did not flinch or look away. I folded my hands in front of me and spoke again, my tone calm but firm.“So you say I am too young, too new to your ways, and that I bring bad luck and death. Is that all?” I asked simply. “Are those the only reasons?”They nodded, muttering among themselves, as if those reasons were more than enou
Brielle POV.I stopped right outside the heavy wooden doors. They were thick and carved with old patterns, but the voices inside traveled clearly through the gaps. I held my breath, listening closely.“The decision is final,” said one deep, stern voice. “Brielle is not fit to be our Luna.”Another Elder spoke up, sharp and direct. “She is far too young. She knows nothing about our rules, our ways, or how to lead. How can someone so inexperienced guide our people or stand beside our Alpha?”Then came the words that felt like a knife in my chest. “And more than that—she brings bad luck. Ever since she came into Elion’s life, trouble has followed. Enemies attacked, Hunters came for us, and some of our own pack members lost their lives just to keep her safe. Why should we risk more of our kin for someone who only draws danger?”I stood there, my hands falling limply to my sides, and all the anger I felt a moment ago melted away—replaced by a heavy, sinking feeling.They are right, I thoug
Brielle POV.Three days had passed since I woke up. Three long, slow days—and Elion still had not come home.Every hour felt longer than the last. I walked from room to room, checked the windows, and listened for footsteps outside more times than I could count. My worry grew heavier each morning when I woke and found his side of the house still empty. If it had not been for Hope speaking softly inside my mind, and the short message Kael sent to tell me we were safe, I would have run straight to the pack house myself.He is busy. He is keeping us safe. Just wait, they kept telling me.But my patience was running thin.“I have had enough!” I huffed, marching down
Brielle POV.When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the wooden ceiling above me. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the wall. The air smelled of clean linen and pine, a scent I knew so well.This is my room, I realized slowly. My room in Elion’s house… our house.For a second, I felt confused. Was it all just a bad dream? The cave, the falling water, the pain, the bullet… maybe it never really happened. Maybe I had just been sleeping too long.But then the memories came rushing back—sharp and clear, like a bucket of cold water thrown over my head.I remembered Professor Darian and his cold, cruel smile. I remembered the dark lab, the chains, and the way he spoke as if I was nothing more than a thing to be used. Then I saw Victor Hale, his eyes burning with hate, lifting the gun, the loud bang that rang in my ears. I felt the pain in my back, the weakness spreading through my body, and the sight of Elion running toward me, carrying m
Brielle POV.My mind felt like it was wrapped in thick fog. Everything was spinning, blurry and far away. Sounds came and went like waves, and my body felt heavy, as if I was sunk deep under water. I could not open my eyes, could not lift my hands, could not even speak.But deep inside me, in the quietest part of my thoughts, I saw something.It was a wolf—small, thin, and weak. Its fur was white as snow, but dull and matted, and it lay curled up in a dark, empty space. It breathed in short, shaky gasps, its sides heaving with effort. I could feel it clearly—this creature was not a stranger. It belonged to me. It was my wolf.So it was there all along, I thought, in that half-asleep state. Hidden away, locked up, and now… it is dying.I felt its pain like it was my own. It was cold, alone, and fading fast. The poison and the silver had hurt it more than they hurt my body. It had been trapped for so long, and now it did not have the strength to hold on anymore.Then, through the fog, a
Elion POV.I had barely settled in, holding Brielle close and listening to her steady breathing, when my ears picked up a sound.Rustle… rustle… crack.It was faint, but clear enough—footsteps moving through the brush, only a few meters away from where we hid. The waterfall made a loud roar, but to sharp ears like mine, it did not hide everything. Someone was coming closer.My whole body went still. Every muscle tensed, ready to move. I looked down at Brielle, still deep in sleep, her face peaceful now that the worst was past. I could not let them find her. If they did, everything I fought for would be for nothing.I have to lead them away, I thought.A short while ago, I had already sent a message through the mind link to Kael and the rest of my pack. Fall back. Leave this area. Do not follow.They had protested, their voices loud and worried in my head. We will stay and fight! We will protect you both!But I had been firm. No. If you all come, they will surround us. More of you will
Brielle POV.He shifted slightly, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my neck. A slow, mischievous smile spread across his face. “Speaking of discomfort,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Are you… okay? Any lingering discomfort from last night?”My cheeks flushed instantly, a wave
Brielle POV."Don't worry about that... everything is under my control," Elion responded, his voice smooth and reassuring.We were sitting side-by-side in the carriage, the
Brielle POV.Elvie scoffed, a harsh, dismissive sound. "Oh, he's protective, alright. But even Elion can't stop a war once it starts. Especially not when Silverfang's family feels their honor has been insulted. You've p
Brielle POV.Sunlight, soft and golden, streamed through the window, gently nudging me awake. My body still hummed with the lingering pleasure of the night, a delicious ache settling into my limbs. I blinked, the light







