Zoey’s POVAnders keeps telling me to breathe.“In through your nose, Zoey. Come on, slowly. Deep breaths.”But I can’t. There’s a weight on my chest, pressing in from all sides. Like I’ve been buried under centuries of silence and secrets, and every inhale has to fight to survive.Then, suddenly, it stops.Not the panic—but the worst of it. The tightness begins to unravel, the storm inside me quiets. A soft pulse beats through my body like a low drum, steady and familiar.I feel him.I don't even need to see him to know—Kieran is near. His presence reaches for me like a warm tide pulling me back from the edge. His heartbeat, once frantic, has slowed, and I can feel it from here.Anders notices too. He follows my gaze to the door.“He’s here, isn’t he?” he asks quietly.I don't answer. I don’t have to.He sighs, but not in frustration. More like resignation. His eyes drop to the necklace clenched in my hand—the one Kieran gave me. The pendant is cold now, but I swear it had pulsed wit
Kieran’s POV “Woah,” Damon mutters, nearly bumping into me as I trudge into the dining hall. “Did you get any sleep at all?”I shake my head, my body heavy with the weight of too many thoughts and not enough rest. My feet drag across the tiled floor, and the scraping of the chair legs is the only sound I focus on as I collapse into a seat.Damon sits beside me, his eyes scanning my face as the servers begin to lay out plates of food that smell far more appetizing than I feel. The scent of roasted meats and herbs wafts through the room, but I can barely taste anything as I chew absently.“What’s going on?” he asks, his voice low and filled with concern.I exhale slowly, feeling the exhaustion seep into my bones. “There’s just… a lot.”Damon doesn’t look convinced. He leans forward, elbows on the table, voice firmer now. “You can’t afford to be distracted, Kieran. Or to have sleepless nights. Cassian is coming.”His words land like a slap. Cassian—the reason for every sleepless night,
Zoey’s POV“I hope I’m not bothering you,” Maven says, his voice a rich baritone that wraps around the room like velvet. “I was hoping we could talk.”What is he doing here?For a second, my heartbeat had quickened, foolishly thinking it was Kieran at the door. But now I’m locked in Maven’s gaze, thrown off by his sudden presence.“So...?” he says, scratching the back of his neck. His awkwardness cuts through the silence, but I don’t reply. I just stand there, stunned. Eventually, my body shifts aside, betraying my hesitation and silently inviting him in.The moment the door clicks shut behind him, I realize how much the room shrinks with him inside. He moves with the ease of someone accustomed to being welcome, settling on the sofa like he owns it. I, on the other hand, hover awkwardly near the door, arms crossed, a pit of unease blooming in my stomach.“I’m sorry for barging in like this,” he offers.“Why did you?” I ask, forcing a polite smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.He s
Kieran’s POVMy vision floods crimson.There’s only one thing that triggers the blood-rage this quickly—betrayal."For future reference," I growl, voice clipped with fury, "you inform me before you invite anyone to a council meeting, Elder Cameron. This meeting is adjourned."The room falls into stunned silence, everyone too afraid to move, too wary to breathe wrong. Elder Cameron looks like he might faint."Really? It's like that now?" a voice drawls behind me, oozing insolence. I don't have to turn to know who it is.Maven.I storm out of the temple, and he follows casually like he owns the ground he walks on."What are you doing here?" I grit through my teeth, my body vibrating with fury I barely contain."War's brewing, cousin. Everyone's coming together now, right?" he says with a crooked grin, tossing a glance at Lucien. "Lucien, my man. Long time."Lucien doesn't respond. Smart.My anger sharpens with each step toward the pack house. My cousin hasn't shown his face in over a de
Zoey’s POV“Thank you for joining us on this most joyous occasion,” Anders says, his voice echoing through a room I don’t recognize. A place I’ve never seen before, but somehow it feels familiar in a bone-deep way. The scent of burning herbs and moonflowers wafts through the air, mixing with the electric tension of something sacred.The room is overflowing with people, all beaming, dressed in ceremonial robes. There’s an unnatural stillness to their expressions, their smiles too wide, too perfect—like mannequins in a dream.On the stage with Anders stand Aubrey, Kieran, and Damon.They all wear the same bright, unsettling smiles.But it’s Kieran who nearly knocks the breath out of me. His smile is blinding, radiant. He looks like he’s exactly where he’s always wanted to be. His joy is so palpable it hurts to look at.And his hand is locked with Aubrey’s.“This is the claiming ritual for my daughter, Aubrey, and the Alpha King, Alpha Kieran,” Anders continues, his voice a proud tremor.
Kieran’s POV“Your timing is impeccable,” Ragnar says sarcastically in my head. “You really know how to pick ‘em.”Not now.“You can’t really be upset by her answer,” he adds, his tone sobering.I’m not upset.“Tell that to your clenched fist.”I look down. Sure enough, the muscles in my hand are tight, veins bulging like I’ve just returned from battle. Ragnar retreats quietly, satisfied with the truth he’s unearthed.Zoey’s breaths have evened out upstairs—slow and deep now, like waves lapping against the shore. I linger in the silence a while longer, but eventually force myself down to the kitchen. The floorboards creak beneath my feet, the only sound in the darkened hallway.Behind the counter, Lucien stands hunched over his phone, brow furrowed in concentration. I haven’t seen him this lost in that screen since...well, not since before everything changed.“How did that go?” he asks, not looking up.I don’t respond. I grab a water from the fridge and twist the cap with a little too