INICIAR SESIÓNBrielle 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
Elion POV.With a powerful push of my legs, I turned and ran. I did not look back. I could hear the terrible sounds of fighting behind me—the clash of wolves, shouts of men, the ring of metal. My paws pounded hard against the ground, moving faster than I ever had before, heading straight for the thick cover of the trees and the wild forest beyond.We had barely reached the edge of the woods when a loud, shrill voice cut through the noise, making my ears twitch.“AFTER THEM! DON’T LET THEM ESCAPE!”It was Professor Darian. His voice was thick with pain and fury, but still sharp with command.“Shoot them! Track them! Bring the girl back! And kill the wolf!”More shouts answered him. I heard boots running, horses being mounted, and the cocking of guns. They were coming. I did not slow down. I ran deeper into the trees, my body moving with the wind, carrying the most precious thing in the world.I ran until my legs felt heavy and my breath came in sharp gasps. I wove through the thick tr
Elion POV.“B-Brielle…”My whole world stopped turning. The noise of battle, the shouts, the gunfire—all of it faded into nothing but a dull, distant hum. My eyes stayed locked on her as her legs gave way, and she crumpled straight into my arms.I caught her instantly, pulling her close, and then the smell hit me—sharp, thick, and warm. Her blood. It flooded my senses, burning through my veins like fire, making my heart hammer so hard I thought it would burst right out of my chest.No. No, not her. Not now.“E-Elion… I-I’m sorry…”Her voice was so small, so weak, barely more than a whisper. Her face had turned deathly pale, her lips tinged with blue, and her breath came in short, shallow gasps. I looked down and saw the red spreading fast across her side, soaking through her torn dress, dripping down onto the ground beneath us.“Ha Ha Ha!”A cold, cruel laugh cut through the air, sharp and loud. I lifted my head just enough to see Victor Hale standing there, a gun held steady in his h
Elion POV.I stepped out of the cold, damp dungeon, and the first thing I noticed was the light. The dark, heavy night was finally ending, and the sun started to shine. Golden rays spilled over the tops of the trees, to
Elion POV.In a flash, I lunged forward and wrapped my hand tight around her neck. My fingers pressed into her skin, lifting her slightly off the ground so her toes barely touched the dirty straw. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped for air, her hands clawing desperately at my wrist, trying to pull
Elion POV.I watched Brielle sleep for a long moment. Her breathing was soft and even, her face peaceful and free from worry at last. The events of the night had drained her completely, and I was glad. She had been through enough pain, enough fear, and enough lies. She deserved rest.As soon as I w
Brielle POV."Now, speak..." I mumbled, staring straight at him.We were back inside our house, away from the crowd, away from the mess, away from all the eyes and whispers. The big celebration had ended early. After everything that happened in that room, no one had the heart or mood to stay and dr







