LOGIN* Alpha Archer *I noticed that the forest was wrong that morning. Even before the messenger arrived, even before the echo of Malgori's fury ripped through the distant rogue lands like a storm I could feel, something in the air around my own camp had shifted.It tasted like danger is near. And I worry more about her. Regina.I stood at the ridge overlooking my soldiers training below, their movements crisp, brutal, sharpened by my recent retreat. I'd withdrawn from everything since the last full moon, my councils, my alliances, even the border meetings. I needed space from the temptations that hunted me. From the politics wrapping around my throat. From Princess Lyra and her relentless attempts to place a crown of obligation on my head.I needed clarity and needed time. But mostly, I needed to breathe long enough to stop imagining Regina dying in a place where my claws couldn't reach her. The weight in my chest hadn't lifted. If anything, it had grown heavier each day that she was gon
* Regina *I look up at the sky the following day, and it has the color of bruised steel. Heavy, silent, and expectant, like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to break. Maybe it's waiting for me, to work on the plan.I barely slept after the incident in the watchtower. Rowan had stayed outside my tent like a sentinel while Elias was inside like a shadow. I woke up to both of them wearing the same expression.Guarded and alert. Both of them are ready to kill anyone who comes too close. And today, I had to give them a reason to. Because today, the plan truly begins.The rogue camp is buzzing with midmorning duties. Warriors stalk the grounds in tighter patrols. Voices are clipped and tense. The bodies of the missing warriors haven't been found yet, but their absence is loud and somehow I know that if I stay too long they will suspect me.Malgori's suspicion unfurls like smoke across the camp. Every look lingers too long. Every whisper feels like it's about me. But I
* Alpha Archer *Another long night after Regina vanished into Malgori's lands have passed by. I withdrew from the frontlines, not because I was afraid, but because every battle felt wrong without her scent somewhere in the wind. The Alpha King ordered my temporary retreat, claiming "You will be needed at the next full moon. Your mind must be sharp."But how could it be sharp when I knew Regina was walking amid shadows that wanted to swallow her whole?The mountains on the northern ridge became my cage. I trained, hunted, patrolled together with my warriors anything to keep the ache inside my chest from devouring me. Every night the moon rose, my wolf grew restless, pacing, snarling, demanding we go after her.Soon, I told him. When the full moon rises, we move.But the nights dragged. And the waiting made me vulnerable to the one person who always wanted me weakest.Princess Lyra of the Royal pack arrived a few days before the full moon. Her footsteps barely touched the ground as she
* Regina *Now that I have two accomplices I hope that the mission will succeed. But hope is a fragile thing in Malgori's lands.We moved deeper into the forest, Rowan walking in front, Elias behind, and me between them like a secret they were trying to smuggle past death itself. The fog wrapped around us again, thick as wool, and every branch that snapped under our feet shredded another piece of my nerves.Rowan halted first. He raised a fist, silent command. Elias's blade was out instantly, angled low. I felt my wolf press against my ribs, uneasy. The forest had gone still. Too still for us to lower our guard.Rowan's jaw tightened when he looked around."They'll notice those men are missing soon," he murmured. "We have an hour, maybe less, before Malgori's inner circle starts searching for them."Elias crouched near the roots of an old pine, brushing the earth with practiced fingers. "And your scent is all over their armor because they cornered you." He glanced up, eyes glinting. "
* Regina *It was the next night, when I noticed that the air in the rogue camp felt wrong. It was too sharp. And Malgori's warriors have been extra watchful. They were too loyal to him and too aware of the threats against him.I've moved like smoke these past few days, silent, harmless, and invisible. But tonight, I can feel eyes following me through the fog that clings thick between the tents. Malgori's warriors.Most of them are good, veterans of the shadows, trained in deception and blood. And I've been careful, but maybe not careful enough.I keep walking, slow and steady, pretending I don't feel the weight of their gaze. My heartbeat pounds in a quiet, frantic rhythm against my ribs. Not now. Not when the plan is in motion.I slip between the trees toward the old supply den, tonight I'm supposed to plant the second weakness for my father's downfall, a false scent trail leading to the eastern border, making it seem like a traitor lurks inside the camp. A distraction to his attent
* Alpha Archer *While inside the war tent, I felt like suffocating. Not because of the smoke curling from the iron braziers or the heat of fifty restless warriors outside sharpening their blades for dawn. It was suffocating because I could feel her absence like a bruise that would never heal. And now we need to take action.Regina is my mate. Every map I touched, every strategy I planned, every messenger I barked orders at, her face haunted the corners of my vision. The last time I held her, the world wasn't collapsing. Now everything inside me had sharpened into one single rage. Malgori the Rogue King has her. And I will tear the world apart before I let him keep her.The war table was cluttered with marked routes, flanking paths, ambush positions, and the quickest route into the Rogue King's fortress. I stood over it with my palms pressed hard against the wood, my jaw tight."Beta Kael," I said to my second-in-command, "the moment the sun rises, we should be ready."Just when we we







