Damon POVLira peeled back the blood-soaked leather with all the tenderness of a butcher skinning a deer.Kael swore, sharp and creative. “Gods, woman, could you not-”“Could you not get mauled every other patrol?” Lira shot back, not even looking up. “Hold still before I pour the whole pot of moonwort in there and see what grows.”I caught Rayna biting back a laugh. She wasn’t fast enough.Kael glared between the two of them. “Glad you’re enjoying this. I’m over here dying."“You’re not dying,” Lira said flatly, sprinkling ground silverleaf into the wound. “But if you keep talking, I’ll make sure you wish you were.”Kael winced as the herbs hissed against her skin. “Damon, control your healer-”“She’s not mine,” I said. “And I like her better when she’s mean.”Lira gave me a thin smile. “Careful, Alpha. I can still ‘accidentally’ stitch your mouth shut next time.”Rayna let out a soft snort, shaking her head. She was still close enough that I caught the scent of wildflowers clinging
Damon POVI’d seen blood. I’d seen war. I’d seen wolves rip enemies apart and paint the snow red.But I’d never seen this.Rayna wasn’t fighting like a soldier. She was a storm in a body.Every strike of her claws shattered the things that came at her, every snarl made the air crack. The molten runes across her silver-black fur burned like they’d been branded there by the gods themselves, and her eyes… Moonlight and wildfire.I’d thought I knew power. I’d been wrong.I barely felt the blood dripping down my temple. Couldn’t hear my own ragged breath over the sound of her tearing through the last of the shadows. And when the final one faded - whispering something that crawled under my skin - I found myself stepping toward her without thinking.She stood in the clearing like a crowned beast. Her chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, her fur slick with blood - some hers, most not. The runes still glowed faintly along her sides, fading slow, like they didn’t want to let go.“Rayna,” I said
Rayna POVWe moved deeper into the woods, our breath fogging in the cold. The wind was wrong - too still. The kind of silence that presses against your skin like breath you can’t release.Kael walked ahead of me, blades already in her hands. Damon trailed behind, scenting the air, his body coiled tight like he was seconds from shifting.“They’re not just dead,” one of the scouts had said. “They were drained. Like something fed on them.”Now I couldn’t get that out of my head. The way his voice had cracked. The terror behind his eyes.“Rayna.” Kael’s voice was quiet. “You alright?”I nodded, but it was a lie. My skin itched. My wolf pressed at the inside of my chest, agitated, alert.“They shouldn’t be this close to camp,” Damon muttered. “This is too calculated. Someone drew them here.”His words stirred something sharp in my gut. I didn’t want to say it, but I did.“They were looking for me.”Kael glanced over her shoulder. “Why do you think that?”“I recognized one of the signs carv
Damon POVThe knock hit the door like a blow.Fast. Urgent.Rayna and I tore apart like we’d been burned - her chest heaving, my hands still tingling from the feel of her skin, her lips red from the kiss I’d sworn I wouldn’t give her. My wolf howled inside me, furious at the interruption.I was about to snarl something at whoever dared to interrupt us - but then the door slammed open before I could reach it.Thorne stood there. Breathless. Mud on his boots, his eyes wild.“We found them.”My pulse spiked. Rayna moved beside me, already tense.“Found who?”“Patrol Alpha Seven,” Thorne said. “Or what’s left of them.”The words hit like ice water.“Where?”“Half a mile east of the river bend,” he said. “North trail. Near the old ash grove.”That was close. Too close.Thorne swallowed hard. “They weren’t just killed. They were...”He stopped. Looked at Rayna. Then at me. His jaw clenched.“Drained,” he said finally. “Every one of them.”Rayna stepped forward. “Drained how?”Thorne didn’t
Rayna POVSome things feel more dangerous than the blade. Like his hand on my lower back, steady. Reluctant. Warm.The camp was quiet as we walked.Too quiet.Not just the normal lull after training or meals - this was the heavy, loaded silence that follows when something cracks wide open and everyone’s waiting to see what bleeds out.The few wolves we passed looked at us like they were seeing ghosts. Or worse - omens.No one spoke.Damon stayed half a step behind me, his presence a shadow just brushing mine. He didn’t speak either. But the weight of him was there - the tension in his shoulders, the careful restraint in the way his fingers hovered near mine and never quite touched.And gods, I could still feel him. His kiss burned on my lips like a secret I didn’t know how to keep.The way he’d pulled me back from the edge, touched me like he hated every second of it - and still hadn’t stopped.My ribs ached. Not from the fall or the bruises. From the way something inside me kept pres
Rayna POV"His hands shouldn’t feel like safety. But gods, they do." I said to my wolf. This time she responded. Not with words, but with a soft growl of approvement.The cabin door creaked closed behind me, but I didn’t turn.I couldn’t.Not with him standing there, shadow-silent, the heat of his body already curling along the back of my neck.I stood in the middle of the room, fists still clenched. My shirt was torn at the shoulder, the sleeve sticky with blood. My palms were scraped raw, and I could still feel the faint echo of power in my veins - like something had reached up through the cracked stone and touched me.No. Claimed me.A temple buried in ash. Maddox’s snarling face. The wind that rose when I bled.Everything blurred in my chest like stormwater.Damon stepped forward. I didn’t move.He didn’t say anything at first - just crossed the room in slow, heavy steps. Like he thought I might bolt.Maybe I would’ve. If it were anyone else.“Let me see,” he said softly, nodding