MasukMira was beginning to hate her room. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, but she was tired of sitting in one place.Ever since she had regained consciousness, everyone had treated her as though she were made of glass. The healers insisted she needed time to recover, Becca kept checking on her, and the maids seemed determined to ensure she never stepped outside without supervision.Mira understood their concerns. She had suffered a serious head injury, and she was grateful that they cared about her well-being.Still, she wasn't sick anymore, her head no longer hurt, her body had regained its strength, and she could walk around without feeling dizzy. The only thing that remained wrong with her was her memory, and being confined to her room wasn't helping her recover it.She sat on the edge of her bed, watching a maid arrange fresh flowers in a vase."How much longer am I supposed to stay in here?" Mira asked.The maid turned around."Until the Luna Queen and the healers are satisfied
Becca couldn't sit still. She had been pacing around her bedroom for several minutes, occasionally stopping beside the crib to check on her sleeping son before resuming her restless movements. Normally, watching him sleep brought her a sense of calm. Today, however, even his peaceful presence couldn't quiet her thoughts.Tyler was back. The knowledge kept circling through her mind, refusing to let her concentrate on anything else. She had spent weeks trying to convince herself that his departure was necessary, that she needed to focus on her family and put the complicated feelings she had for him behind her.Now he was inside the mansion again, standing in the grand hall with Eugene and she had no idea what was happening.Becca stopped beside the window and stared outside, although she barely registered the view.Why had Tyler returned? What could possibly be important enough to bring him back after everything that had happened?Most importantly, what would Eugene do when he saw him
Tyler stood in the grand hall of Blackwood Mansion, trying desperately to keep his emotions under control.Beside him stood Vincent while two elder wolves from their pack waited a short distance away. They had accompanied Tyler and Vincent on Alpha Philip's orders, and all four men were waiting for Alpha King Eugene to receive them.Tyler kept his hands clasped behind his back, his expression carefully composed. Anyone looking at him would have thought he was perfectly calm but Vincent knew better."You're practically shaking," Vincent murmured, glancing at his cousin with an amused smile.Tyler didn't look at him."I'm not” he denied."Of course not." Vincent gave a quiet, mocking chuckle. "And I suppose you haven't looked at that door twenty times since we arrived either."Tyler's jaw tightened."Can you keep quiet for once?"Vincent raised his eyebrows, clearly entertained by his cousin's irritation."Touchy, aren't we? I thought you were supposed to be the one who knew what he wan
Weeks had passed since Mira regained consciousness, but Becca was beginning to fear that her memories might never return.Mira’s head injury had healed completely. She could even walk around the mansion without assistance, eat normally, and hold conversations with everyone. Every day, Becca tried something new. She showed Mira old photographs, hoping a familiar face or setting might awaken a forgotten memory. She recounted stories from their time together, sometimes making them sound amusing and sometimes reminding Mira of the hardships they had survived. She even took Mira to places around the mansion where they had shared important moments.But nothing worked.Mira listened politely, occasionally smiling at the stories, but there was no recognition in her eyes. It was as though Becca was telling her the story of a stranger's life.By the time Becca returned to her bedroom, the frustration she had been suppressing had become almost unbearable.She was so tired of worrying about Mir
Jack slammed his fist against the bedroom door the moment the guards locked him inside."Open this door!"His voice echoed through the room, but nobody answered.He tried the handle again, twisting it violently as though sheer force could somehow make the guards change their minds. When that failed, he stepped back and kicked the door in frustration."Damn it!"Jack stormed toward the bedside table and threw everything on it onto the floor. "How could Eugene be so blind?" he muttered furiously.He had expected Eugene to question Kaelyn, to demand an explanation for her behavior, or at the very least, to consider the possibility that she was responsible for Mira's injuries.Instead, Eugene had ordered him locked in his room. It was unbelievable.Jack paced back and forth, dragging his fingers through his hair.A sudden click interrupted his thoughts and he turned sharply toward the door. It opened, and Seraphina stepped inside.He stared at her in disbelief."What are you doing here?"
"Guards! Take him away!"Alpha King Eugene's thunderous command echoed through the corridor.Two guards immediately rushed forward, but Jack remained firmly planted in front of Kaelyn, his hand gripping her as though he could barely control the urge to shake the truth out of her."Jack, release her!" one of the guards ordered.Jack ignored him. Kaelyn, still pinned against the wall, looked at Eugene with an expression of wounded innocence."Alpha Eugene, please," she whispered. "I don't understand why he's treating me this way."Her trembling voice only made Jack angrier."Stop pretending!" he shouted. "You know exactly what you did!""Enough!" Eugene roared.The guards seized Jack by the arms and pulled him away from Kaelyn. He resisted for a moment, his eyes fixed on her with such fury that even the guards struggled to restrain him.Kaelyn immediately straightened her clothes and rubbed her arm where Jack had gripped her. Her face was flushed, but beneath the performance of distress
The ballroom glowed in warm candlelight and the radiant shimmer of magical orbs that hovered delicately in the air. It was a scene of splendor and elegance, wolves in finely tailored garments moving with grace across the polished marble floor, the sound of soft violins painting an air of civility
The silence after Desmond’s decree was so complete it felt like the throne room itself had stopped in time.Becca stood frozen at the center of the marble floor, her hands clenched into fists so tight her nails bit into her palms. For a heartbeat, she wondered if she had misheard him. If her mind
The first thing Becca became aware of was pain.Not sharp like something dull and pulsing, sitting heavy behind her eyes, spreading down her spine. Her head throbbed viciously, each heartbeat a reminder that she had been struck and dragged like cargo.Loud raised voices reached her through the fog
Ash clung to Alpha Eugene’s shoes as if the ruins themselves were trying to keep him rooted there.He stood at the center of the devastation, unmoving, his broad shoulders tense beneath his torn cloak.Behind him, Max stood a few paces away, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His jaw was cl







