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The soft pad of Mira’s feet echoed faintly along the candlelit corridor as she walked with brisk determination, her heart pounding with the weight of what she had just overheard. Kaelyn’s voice had been too loud—too raw with emotion—for Mira to mistake the meaning behind her words.“I have feelings for Eugene, Kyra. I can’t lie to myself anymore…”Mira had frozen in the shadows at the sound, her lips parted in quiet shock. She had always suspected it. Always noticed the flicker in Kaelyn’s gaze when she looked at Eugene. But now it was undeniable, spoken aloud in a burst of vulnerability.She wasn’t angry. Not at all. Just... unsettled.Becca was her friend. Her closest, most loyal friend. And Eugene—well, that entire situation was already complicated enough. This confession was a spark in a room full of explosives.As Mira approached the infirmary door, the mingled scents of herbs, blood, smoke, and antiseptic filled her nostrils. The quiet buzz of murmured voices and the soft cl
The hallway was unnaturally quiet, a hush that pressed against Kaelyn’s ears like the calm before a deadly storm. She moved slowly, each step hesitant but deliberate, her fingers grazing along the stone wall as if to anchor herself. Eugene’s duel with Desmond was maybe hours away or more. Nobody knew, but though the tension in the pack house had thickened like choking smoke, Kaelyn found herself drawn toward him.Her heart thundered with a rhythm that was far too fast, too wild for someone who had no place in werewolf politics. But her gut wouldn't let her rest. Something felt off. Desmond was cunning—she had seen it in his eyes, in the sly curl of his mouth whenever he spoke. If anyone could twist the rules to win, it was him. And Eugene… stubborn, proud, honorable Eugene—he would never see it coming.She reached the door.A warm glow seeped from beneath it. She hesitated, hand hovering near the polished brass handle, her breath catching in her throat. Maybe she was overstepping
The marble floor beneath Kaelyn’s feet echoed with her hurried steps as she weaved past ornate vases and towering windows draped in heavy crimson curtains. The grand hallway of Blackwood Mansion stretched endlessly before her, dimly lit by flickering wall sconces that cast long, golden shadows across the polished floor. The scent of old pinewood and candle wax clung to the air—familiar, but not comforting. Her heart raced faster than her legs could carry her. She wasn’t supposed to do this. She knew it. "You’re not even from this pack. You have no right to meddle." But that voice in her head, sensible, logical, and safe, was drowned out by something more powerful. Fear. Fear for him. “Eugene,” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the creaking of the old walls. “Please, don’t do this…” She clutched the sides of her dress as she rushed forward, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. It felt like the air was getting thinner the closer s
The air inside the mansion infirmary was warm and thick with the scent of herbs, antiseptics, and tension. Light filtered in through tall, arched windows draped with linen curtains, casting soft gold onto the polished wooden floors. Becca stormed in, the heavy door swinging shut behind her with a bang that startled everyone inside. Mira, who was crouched beside Jack’s cot re-wrapping his broken arm, glanced up sharply. “What the hell?” she muttered, her eyes narrowing as she saw Becca’s flushed face and the rigid tension in her jaw. Kaelyn, perched quietly on a stool near the window, lifted her head from where she had been absentmindedly twisting her long braid around her fingers. Jack stirred on the bed, wincing. Becca’s boots thudded across the floor. Her clenched fists swung at her sides, her breathing erratic. Her eyes glittered with fury and something deeper—something raw and afraid. “Is he insane?” she hissed to no one in particular. Mira stood slowly. “What happen
The sun had barely climbed high enough to cast its full warmth across the Blackwood estate, yet Kyra was already pacing the corridors, the hem of her cream linen dress fluttering with each brisk step. The halls were quiet, the staff moving like shadows, and the atmosphere in the mansion felt heavier than usual, as though something important loomed just beyond the walls. “Kaelyn?” Kyra called, checking the bedroom once more. The bed was still made, untouched since early morning. Her brow creased. Kaelyn had been right beside her not long ago. She hadn’t said anything about going anywhere. So where was she? Kyra’s ears twitched at the sudden roar of voices from outside—loud cheers and battle cries that didn’t belong to morning drills. Her heart skipped. That wasn’t training. Something else was happening. She dashed toward the window and peeled back the curtain. Guards lined the courtyard, shouting, clapping, and stomping the ground. A crowd had gathered in a rough circle, th
The pungent smell of blood still lingered in the infirmary, despite Mira’s constant attempts to burn cleansing sage at the windows. White curtains danced gently as the late morning breeze filtered through the cracked windowpanes, brushing against the tense stillness in the room like a soft but unwelcome caress. Kaelyn stood near the oak cabinet by the wall, pretending to search for a fresh roll of bandages. In truth, she was barely paying attention to her fingers grazing the linen. Her eyes kept flicking toward Becca. She was seated on the far cot, taking a minute rest after finishing with the spy. Just minutes ago, Kaelyn had walked into the infirmary to find Becca’s delicate hand resting tenderly on Eugene’s forehead. He had looked up, spotted her at the door... and without hesitation, had brushed Becca’s hand away like it had burned him. She hadn’t meant to witness the moment. And yet, she had. Now her heart beat with a confused rhythm. Why would he do that? It didn’t m