Pain throbbed in Selene's skull. Her eyelids became heavy, but she opened them and froze at the view that met her.
A man stood watching her, arms folded over his broad torso. However blurred her vision, she could not possibly miss striking features: sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, and a scar curving along his neck. Something about his presence made her wolf want to go up...
Her wolf. Where is her wolf?
"Finally, you wake up, my princess?" His voice was battered, just about funny. "That dress is beautiful, or at least half of it."
Selene shot up, ignoring the wave of dizziness. "Get back!"
"Or what? You will tumble at me?" His eyes flickered to her hurt ankle. "You can hardly stand."
Still, she pushed herself up, gritting her teeth against the ache. Fight or flight instincts screamed for her to run, yet her legs betrayed her, buckling as soon as she attempted to put weight on them. The man was supernatural in speed when he snatched her out of the fall.
“Little stubborn wolf aren't you?"
"Don't touch me!" Panic gushed through her chest as she struggled against him. "I told you not to-". Selena passed out again.
Two days later, Selene woke up again. The first face she saw in her post-coma was that of a stranger.-dark but watchful and measured-his eyes were studying her as if she were some puzzle he was trying to figure out. Her throb- bing head insisted she did try to focus her gaze on the stranger's face.
"Look who finally deigned to arise from the dead." His voice was silky sweet-like a sarcastic caress- "You were out from here for nearly two days."
Two days? She struggled to sit up, tilting precariously. Panic shot through her.
"Take it easy, girl," he said when he moved closer, and she slightly recoiled back. Understanding passed over his expression. "I'm not going to hurt you. If I wanted to, I wouldn't have spent the last forty-eight hours keeping you alive."
"Where am I?" Her voice came out raspy. "Who-"
"You're safe. That's all you need to know right now." He reached for a water glass on the bedside table.
Selene went straight into survival mode and bolted for the door, ignoring the screaming pain in her ankle. The stranger moved faster than she thought, blocking her escape.
"Does this kind of stubborn behavior run in your family, or is this just my lucky day?"
"Just step aside," she snarled, drawing her wolf strength to herself.
The color drained from her face.
"She's gone," Selene whispered. "I can't feel her. Why can't I feel her?"
Something shifted in the stranger's expression - pity maybe, or recognition. "Sit down before you fall down. Please."
That gentle 'please' undid her. Her legs gave out, and he caught her before she hit the floor. This time, she was too shocked to fight him.
"I'm Rowan," he said quietly, helping her back to the bed. "And you're safer not shifting right now anyway. Those rogues are still out there."
Then all the events of the night came rushing back: the ceremony, the betrayal by Caden, the attack. A choked sound escaped her throat.
"Ah hell, don't cry," Rowan said, running a hand through his hair and looking uncomfortable. "Agnes! She's awake and she's... leaking.”
"For heaven's sake, boy, some sensitivity." An aged woman came into the room, silver braids swinging while she shooed Rowan aside. She sat by Selene, taking her trembling hands. "There now, child. Let it out. You should be crying instead of burning in fury at this time when your wolf is so frail."
"I can't understand," she was saying, her voice cracking, "what's happening to me?"
"Rejection trauma," Agnes simply said. "Your wolf stopped protecting both of you, and she will return when ready again."
"Ready for what?"
"To accept that sometimes the first step to finding something greater is that you lose everything..." Her eyes caught the brief gaze of Rowan.
"Very profound," muttered Rowan, but somehow there was respect in his tone. He went up the window all of a sudden tensed. "We've got company. Three pack patrols, just crossed into the valley."
"Looking for me?" asked Selene.
"Well, unless there's another runaway wolf I should know about in a shredded ceremony dress, then..."
Perhaps miraculously, Selene felt a hysterical laugh rising within her. "You are something of a jerk, you know that?"
"So I've been told." His lip quirked. "Repeatedly."
"Both of you, quiet." Agnes suddenly stood up, her face grave. "Something is wrong. The wind has changed."
They fell into hush, listening. In the distance, howls turned high-not the organized sounds of patrol but the savage cries of rogues.
"They're being herded," Rowan growled. "The patrols aren't hunting her. They're being hunted."
"The rogues," Selene struggled to get to her feet. "They're going to be slaughtered-"
"Not your problem." Rowan's hand on her shoulder pressed her back down. "You can hardly walk, never mind fight."
"They're my pack!"
"The same pack that stood and watched you as they humiliated you?" His words cut like physical blows. "The same pack that allowed you to run through the woods on your own?”
"Rowan," Agnes grumbled warningly, previously dashing away in attack mode.
"You don't know anything about me or my pack!" Her finger jabbed his chest. "You don't know what I've lost!"
"Don't I?" His eyes flared with something ancient and painful. “Were you under the illusion that only you were ever betrayed by those in whom you had placed trust?”
The howls grew closer. Agnes grabbed both their arms.
"Children," her voice held power that made them both freeze. "We have exactly three minutes before this cabin is overrun. So unless you'd both like to die arguing, I suggest we move. Now."
Thunder cracked overhead as they stared at each other, neither backing down. In the distance, something screamed - a sound no natural wolf could make.
"Fine," Rowan broke first. "And when this goes bad - and it will - remember I told you so."
Selene lifted her chin. "I'll add it to the list of things I'm not going to thank you for."
For the first time, a real smile crossed his face. "I think I'm starting to see why your wolf needed a break from you."
Selene shot him a dreadful look. "I'll add it to the list of things I'm not going to thank you for."
Agnes threw up her hands. "Moon goddess, save me from stubborn pups. Now move!”
The spectral wolf that had stepped from the rift stood motionless, its body shimmering like mist caught in the faint breath of moonlight, its eyes locked onto Fenric with such terrible familiarity that even the strongest wolves of the Pack struggled to hold their ground beneath its gaze. The silence that followed its question was not truly silence at all, for every wolf’s breath came ragged and uneven, every heartbeat thudded heavy and discordant, and the fractured hum of the moon above them seemed to reverberate in their bones as though it too demanded an answer.Fenric’s throat felt dry, his lips cracked from the weight of the howl that had washed over them, and yet his voice rose clear, though each word seemed to carve itself out of him like a blade cutting flesh. “If you are what was taken, if you are the voices that the Elders buried, then I cannot bury you again, but I will not let your cries turn us into nothing but mourners chained to the dead. If I carry you, then it will be
The ground trembled beneath their feet, a low groan rising from the roots of the forest as though the very earth had felt the tearing of the sky, and the wolves staggered, claws digging into soil that no longer felt steady. The scar that split the moon still glowed faintly above them, a wound across its silver face that would not fade, and every wolf’s chest ached with the echo of it, as if their ribs had cracked under the strain of carrying that sound.Kaela pressed her palm into the dirt to steady herself, her face pale with disbelief, her voice little more than a whisper yet audible to all because no wolf dared speak above it. “The moon has bled, the Cycle is not merely broken, it is undone, and what binds us is unraveling.”Fenric stood at the center, his breath heavy, his body swaying with exhaustion yet his eyes burning with an unyielding fire, and he lifted his gaze slowly from the earth to the wolves who surrounded him, his words steady though his throat felt as if it had been
The night lay suffocated by the trembling moon, its light fractured and pale, spilling across the clearing where the wolves stood divided. The silver column that had borne Fenric into sight still glimmered faintly at his back, like the lingering breath of something ancient, but the brilliance was fading, leaving only shadows stretched long across the torn ground. Raelin held her sword raised, her eyes burning, her voice ragged as it carried across the wolves. “Do not bend your knees to him, do not mistake light for strength, do not let blood that is not of the Pack bind your loyalty, he is no Alpha, he is a vessel for what was meant to be buried.”Yet her words faltered as one after another, wolves stepped forward and lowered themselves to the ground, their knees pressed to the dirt, their eyes locked upon Fenric not with worship but with grim recognition. The first to kneel was Kaela, her blades still in her hands but lowered, her voice steady though her heart thundered within her ch
The Den trembled as though the very roots of the world had been torn apart. Trees cracked and fell, their splintered trunks crashing through the forest floor while the air itself quivered with the echo of voices that none of the waiting wolves could understand. Raelin stood with her sword drawn, her chest heaving as she watched the earth glow beneath their paws, the silver light pushing through every fissure in the ground like veins of molten fire. She tried to speak but her voice caught, her throat strangled by the weight of the unseen presence that surged beneath them.The younger wolves staggered backward, ears flat, tails low, their bodies pulled instinctively between the urge to run and the desperate loyalty that kept them rooted near the Den. Some snarled though it was fear rather than anger that shook them, others whimpered as though begging the moon to grant them clarity, but no prayer reached the night sky because the moon itself flickered above them like a wounded eye.Raeli
The light did not stop pouring from the altar when it first cracked, but surged until the entire chamber swam in brilliance that seared the eyes and drowned the air, pressing against skin like water though it burned with a coldness that made breath falter. Fenric staggered yet did not fall, his body trembling as the torrent of silver flooded through him, every nerve alive with voices not his own, thousands upon thousands of cries that had been silenced for centuries. Kaela shielded her face with her arms, her teeth clenched as if the weight of those voices pressed on her bones, while Sira forced her silverlight outward in a desperate attempt to hold herself steady against the force of the revelation.When the first image came it did not arrive gently but shattered through the light as though memory itself could not be contained any longer. The walls dissolved and the chamber became a forest long dead, the scent of pine rich in the air, the sound of running water echoing through the t
The hollow’s glow did not dim as Fenric set his weight upon the first stair but grew sharper and colder, each step drawing from him something he had never known he carried, as though the stone demanded blood not through wound or sacrifice but through recognition. His body trembled with the burden of invisible threads pulling against him, and still he pressed downward into the light, his jaw set in grim resolve, the sound of the voices echoing through the stairwell with every breath he took.Above him the Pack hesitated, wolves shifting on their paws with unease, eyes darting between the stair and the forest beyond, torn between instinct and loyalty, none daring to move until Kaela broke the silence with a voice laced with urgency. “Fenric, do not vanish into that light without us, if the hollow calls to you it does not mean you must face it alone, and if the voices belong to wolves who once lived then their truth should not be yours to bear in silence.”Raelin’s hand shot out to block