로그인The rain over the northern pass fell like ice needles, but Dr. Hana didn't slow her horse.Clutched against her chest, wrapped in oilcloth and sealed beneath her heavy wool mantle, was the leather-bound medical ledger of Silver Hollow — the master record containing three years of pack births, deaths, diagnoses, and suppressed truths. Every jolt of the horse's gait sent a fresh ache through her frozen fingers, but she kept both arms locked around the bundle as though it were a child she couldn't afford to drop.Beside her, disguised in a hunter's tunic, Milo guided her horse through the narrow granite ravine."The main river bridge is locked down by Kael's vanguard," Milo whispered, his breath clouding in the freezing air as he scanned the crags above. "We use the northern pass near the iron mines. Princess Elira said it was unguarded."Hana looked at the quiet steward in shock. "How could she know that from inside Ashveil?""Because she managed this territory's logistics while Kael wa
The ringing of steel on steel echoed across the stone arches of Ashveil's high training courtyard.Dawn had barely broken over the frosted peaks, but cold sweat was already trickling down my spine. I gripped the hilt of a lightweight broadsword, my boots sliding slightly on the polished granite flags as I absorbed a light strike from Dorian's practice blade.Clang."Lower your center, Princess," Dorian said softly, circling me like a massive, patient wolf. He held his longsword with one hand, his posture relaxed, his golden eyes observing every breath I took. "If an Alpha lunges at you with full force, you don't block his momentum head-on. You redirect it."I wiped the hair from my eyes, my lungs burning. My body was still recovering from the miscarriage — the physical ache was a quiet, dull thrum in my lower abdomen — but I refused to put down the sword."Again," I gasped out.Dorian didn't move. He lowered his blade, resting the tip against the stone floor. "You've been at this for
The Great Hall of Silver Hollow smelled of stale ale and dying embers.For three days, the feast banners celebrating Vera's elevation had hung from the rafters, but no one was drinking anymore. The music had died the moment news arrived from the border that Alpha Kael had been found kneeling in the mud, screaming as the mate bond shattered inside his chest. Servants had taken to whispering in doorways instead of walking the halls openly, the way people do in a house where something has gone quietly, irreversibly wrong.Inside the Alpha study, documents were piled high on the mahogany desk — unbalanced trade ledgers, angry demand notes from the mountain clans, and unverified supply requisitions. Without Elira's sharp eye, the administrative machinery of the pack had ground to a sudden, screeching halt. No one had thought to ask, in all the months of taking her competence for granted, what would happen to Silver Hollow the day she stopped holding it together.Kael sat behind the desk, a
The silence in the royal wing was thick, broken only by the crackle of pine logs in the hearth.Roran's private sanctuary sat at the highest point of the palace, overlooking the white stone city below. Servants had placed a tray of spiced tea, warm bread, and roasted meats on the low carved table, but none of us had touched it. Outside the tall windows, the last of the afternoon light was turning the terraced rooftops the color of amber, and somewhere far below, a bell tolled the hour with a low, resonant chime that felt entirely unlike the harsh iron gongs of Silver Hollow."Selene exceeds her bounds," Roran said, pacing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silver eyes dark with irritation. "She treats this court as her personal drawing room because her father controls the southern grain trade.""She is an annoyance, Roran, not a threat," I said, leaning back against the high fur-lined chair. I had changed into a simple gown of deep sapphire wool — soft, warm, and free of any restr
The journey from the Ironwatch Outpost to the Ashveil Capital took three days through the snow-capped passes of the Dragontooth Mountains.With every mile, the air grew warmer, carried by the geothermal springs that fed the heart of the kingdom. My body, sustained by Dr. Hana's iron-root tonic and the fur-lined comforts of Dorian's heavy mantle, slowly began to reclaim its strength. The physical ache in my core dulled to a low murmur, though the silent void left by my lost child remained an unyielding weight beneath my ribs — the kind of weight that didn't lessen with distance, only settled deeper the longer I carried it. Dorian Vask rode beside me every step of the way.He didn't pepper me with empty condolences or ask about the life I had left behind in Silver Hollow. Instead, he pointed out tactical landmarks — the hidden archer nests along the granite cliffs, the supply depots carved into the rock, the old territorial border lines that predated the pack wars. He spoke to me not a
The air in Ashveil smelled different. It lacked the damp, stagnant scent of Silver Hollow's pine swamps, replaced by the crisp, sharp bite of mountain frost and cedar. Even the light was different here — thinner, colder, cut through with a silver clarity that made every pine needle on the ridge look edged in glass.I rode between King Roran and Warlord Dorian Vask as our war party crested the ridge. Behind us, down in the muddy border basin, Kael was a tiny, motionless black speck standing beside his horse. He hadn't moved since we crossed. Some distant part of me — the part that had spent three years learning the shape of his silence — knew he would stand there until we vanished from sight, and maybe longer.The severed mate bond still throbbed in my chest, a raw, phantom ache where a cable had been ripped from my soul. But the cold relief was stronger. For the first time in years, the air didn't feel like it belonged to someone else."We rest at the northern outpost in two miles," R







