Mag-log inRoshan
I glared at the screen, reading the email from my cyber security team. The same thing happened again.
Our systems were hacked and important files were corrupted.
I grind my teeth while reading through the whole damage assessment my cyber team did. This wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. This was becoming almost routine by now. Despite all our efforts, someone always found a way around all our security checks, and this was now starting to grate on my nerves.
So far, we have a list of culprits who could be behind this.
The list consisted of three names. I would hunt them all down at any cost and make them regret their whole life. I'd ensure they died the slowest deaths, begging and crying for the quickest way out, but they wouldn't have it.
No one ever crossed me and got away with it. I always hunted them down and gave them the most torturous death so they wouldn't dare to be born again.
Before I could drive my fist through the screen, my phone rang up. I scowled and picked it up.
"Cross Vic off the list," Ridwan, my brother, spoke first. I cocked an eyebrow and leaned back in my chair.
"You killed him?" I asked, intrigued. Vic was one of our three main suspects.
"Nah," he chuckled softly, "he killed himself," Ridwan responded, a tone of amusement in his voice. I clenched my teeth. In times like these, I wouldn't say I liked humor a lot. "But," he dragged, obviously enjoying keeping me in the edge, " before he took himself out, he tipped us,”
"Really?" I asked, "Who is it then? James?" It was another one of our suspects. I could hear Ridwan chuckle on the other side of the phone.
"James is dead too. Someone else took him out," Ridwan spoke, his voice dark and cynical. "At this point, you can guess correctly who it could be,
"Lynda," I breathed. It was a hacker no one had ever seen.
No one knew who Lynda was, where he or she lived, what was their real name and most importantly, why they were targeting us. But I knew one thing: It was Lynda all along.
It was true that both Vic and James were notorious hackers, but they didn't have it in them to play such pranks on us.
Deep down, I had known subconsciously that it was Lynda, but I had sent my brother after James and Vic just to be sure.
"That fucker," Ridwan cursed.
"Have you found something about him?" I asked.
"Nothing, but we can be sure now that it had been him all along," Ridwan confirmed, and I agreed. Whoever this Lynda was, they were good at what they did, so good that even my cyber team, who were supposed to be the best in the country, couldn't find Lynda.
Despite my frustration and anger at him for continuously attacking us, I was impressed at Lynda's skill. They seemed to know what they were doing, and they did it well. If they weren't against us, I'd have paid them millions to work for us.
This made me more curious about Lynda and even more restless to find him. They had proven that their skills were the best in the country, and if we failed to find them in time, they could bring us down single handedly. I wasn't going to allow that.
"And what did Vic tip you exactly?" I asked.
"Vic had been trying to find out about Lynda for years, and so far, he told me that Lynda is a girl and she's from somewhere around the south coast,"
"A girl," I gritted.
"A she wolf," Ridwan mused, making the fire burn harder in my chest. I was now more determined than ever to hunt her down. I wasn't going to let a she-wolf destroy us. And once she had been caught, I'd make sure she regretted messing with us.
"What else?" I probed just to be sure.
"Nothing much. I'll be back by evening after I finish the business here properly" Ridwan told me, and in the background, I could hear a few of our men talking and breaking things. They must be tearing Vic's home apart to find other important things.
"Come back asap. I'll find this she-wolf soon," I declared, making Ridwan chuckle.
"Promise me, you'll share her with me. I'd like to have a piece of her, too. After all, she had kept us on our toes for a while," Ridwan chuckled. I knew what he really meant by that. I didn't know why, but I was more interested in hunting down Lynda.
"Lynda would wish she were dead," I growled.
"She must have nerves of steel to mess with us," Ridwan commented after barking a few orders at one of the men in the background. "To mess with the two of us and not once, but numerous times and doing this for years without us ever being able to find out anything about her," He said what I had been thinking about all this time. "You've got to give it to her for that,"
"We have to find her soon," I stated before he could go on about her, "Because Vic and James are out. This might have alerted her,"
"I know. I'm tearing down everything in Vic's house to see what else he found out about her," Ridwan told me.
"Gotta go now. See you tonight, brother," With that, he disconnected the call. Immediately, I messaged my team and told them everything Ridwan said to me about Lynda.
In the meantime, I could only wait for them to continue their investigation and for Ridwan to return. And this was the part which I hated the most.
I was the most patient man, but lately, my wolf had been acting strange. I sighed deeply and checked the time. It was about to be five in the morning. I hadn't slept all night because my wolf had been quite active inside me, not letting me sleep.
It was as if he was trying to tell me something, but whenever I'd try to talk to him, he'd shut me down. This had never happened before. I had always been in sync with my wolf.
Something was making it act strange, and I didn't know what it could be.
Maybe I should visit the old witch who lived in the woods.
She knew everything one of the reasons why we never fucked with her and let her stay in our territory even though she wasn't a member of our pack. She'd throw us a bone once in a while, and that was all that constituted our symbiotic relationship.
I got up and decided to try to take a nap even though I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I left the office and went to the house I shared with my brother. I went to my bathroom and stripped before taking a cold shower.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the cold water hit my body, pricking my skin like a thousand needles. The discomfort eased out in a couple of seconds, and my muscles relaxed while I felt the water run down my body.
"We're coming for you, Lynda,”
Chapter: The Day the Mountain Came SouthElma’s POVThe summer arrived quietly.No grand announcement.No storm breaking over the hills.Just warmth settling into the land one morning and refusing to leave.The orchard was heavy with fruit. Branches bowed beneath olives and figs. Bees drifted lazily between wildflowers. The grove hummed with life.I should have been happy.Instead, I was restless.I noticed it first in the mornings.I would wake before dawn and sit on the porch with a cup of tea, staring at the road.Not waiting.At least that’s what I told myself.Just looking.Just thinking.Just remembering.The lie became harder to believe with each passing day.Because every time a rider appeared on the distant path, my heart betrayed me.And every time it wasn’t him, I felt foolish.I was old enough to know better.Old enough to understand that people built lives elsewhere.Old enough to know that love—whatever shape it took—didn’t always mean proximity.Yet some stubborn part o
Elma’s POVThe first thing I noticed that spring was how the orchard did not ask permission to survive.It simply did.The trees that had once stood bare and skeletal were now filled with stubborn green, their branches thickening again as if the world had decided—after everything that it was still worth continuing.I stood at the edge of the grove with my hands buried in soil that smelled alive again.Not healed.Not whole.Just… alive.Behind me, the cottage creaked softly as Harlan moved inside. He had grown quieter over the months. Not sad, exactly. More like someone learning how to live inside a memory without letting it consume him.The girl no, not a girl anymore , had left for the northern settlements three weeks ago. She said she wanted to “see what the world looks like when it isn’t filtered through books.”I told her she would come back changed.She smiled and said that was the point.Everyone was leaving.Everyone was becoming something else.Except me.Or so I thought.The
Chapter: The First Winter Without HerKaelen’s POVThe wind in the Western Crags did not whisper—it judged.It came down the jagged slopes like a living thing, cold and sharp, cutting through wool and skin alike, testing bone and breath. Kaelen felt it the moment he crossed the High Pass, when the last scent of olive groves faded and the air turned thin with stone and memory.He did not look back.Not because he didn’t want to—but because Elma had taught him something simple and unyielding: A man who walks forward carries more than a man who lingers behind.Still, he felt it.The weight of the bundle in his pack.The iron key against his ribs.And something else—something softer, harder to name.The memory of a woman who had remade the world with quiet hands.---### The Council of HornsThe Western Crags rose like broken teeth against the sky, their peaks crowned with ice that never melted. The settlement itself clung to the mountainside in layers—stone upon stone, built not with gra
Kaelen’s POVThe wind in the Western Crags did not whisper—it judged.It came down the jagged slopes like a living thing, cold and sharp, cutting through wool and skin alike, testing bone and breath. Kaelen felt it the moment he crossed the High Pass, when the last scent of olive groves faded and the air turned thin with stone and memory.He did not look back.Not because he didn’t want to—but because Elma had taught him something simple and unyielding: A man who walks forward carries more than a man who lingers behind.Still, he felt it.The weight of the bundle in his pack.The iron key against his ribs.And something else—something softer, harder to name.The memory of a woman who had remade the world with quiet hands.---### The Council of HornsThe Western Crags rose like broken teeth against the sky, their peaks crowned with ice that never melted. The settlement itself clung to the mountainside in layers—stone upon stone, built not with grace, but with endurance.Kaelen’s arriv
Elmas povThe transition from autumn to winter in the south was a subtle thing, marked not by the arrival of snow, but by the sharpening of the wind and the deepening of the shadows in the grove.Kaelen had changed. The boy who had arrived with a stolen coin and a heavy heart had become a man of quiet, deliberate action. He spent his mornings with Harlan, learning the language of the stone and the timber, and his afternoons with me, learning the language of the long-game. He was no longer just a pupil; he was a bridge.But a bridge is only as strong as the banks it connects, and the Western Crags were calling for their son.The Departure"The letter came this morning," Kaelen said, standing by the hearth. He held a piece of parchment sealed with a wax stamp I hadn't seen in years—the twisted ram’s horn of the Western Elders. "My father is failing. They want me to return to the Crags. Not as an Alpha, but as a Counselor."I looked up from the bowl of olives I was sorting. The oil made
The years had taught me that peace wasn’t a destination; it was a maintenance project. Like the irrigation lines or the stone walls that bounded our grove, it required constant tending, or the wild would find its way back in.Kaelen had been with us for three months. He was a quick study, his hands losing their soft, aristocratic pallor and taking on the rough, stained texture of the earth. He didn't ask about the brothers often. He watched. He watched how Harlan and I spoke without raising our voices. He watched how we shared the harvest with the neighboring farms, not because a law demanded it, but because a hungry neighbor was a threat to everyone's stability.But the mountain had a long memory, and it seemed it wasn't done sending messengers.The Shadow in the GroveIt happened on a Tuesday, when the air was so still you could hear the buzz of a cicada from three fields away.I was thinning the peach trees, the sweet, fuzzy skin of the fruit cool against my palms, when the dogs st
RoshanThe air inside the hall had shifted.I could taste it.Something in the rhythm of the crowd had broken…an unspoken warning threading through every breath, every heartbeat. It was like the music had changed, though the violins still played. The chatter felt forced. Laughter too sharp. And in
ElmaThe lock snapped shut somewhere behind me…a sharp, final sound, like a blade slicing clean through the night’s fragile calm.It wasn’t the noise itself that made my chest tighten, but what it meant.The pack was closing in.I could feel the shift in the air, subtle but undeniable. The laughter
ElmaThe air in the ballroom had shifted. I felt it before I saw the subtle hand gestures exchanged between Roshan and Ridwan, the way the guards along the walls suddenly became more alert.A quiet lockdown.My pulse picked up, drumming against my ribs like it was trying to escape before I did.The
ElmaI didn’t go after him.But I wanted to.Gods, I wanted to.The scent of him still lingered on my skin, his touch still imprinted on the fabric of my glove like heat through silk. My fingers twitched at my sides, remembering how his had curled around mine…firm, possessive, a little too familiar







