I didn’t move when the man in the sharp suit said my name, nor did I flinch. I just stared at him with every ounce of rage I had left.“Wren Blevine,” he repeated like it was some grand introduction. “I’ve waited a long time to see you in person.”Mira hissed behind me. “Creepy.”I kept my chin high. “Who the hell are you?”He smiled, sleek and rehearsed. “You can call me Julian or just the man with the biggest checkbook.”The woman from earlier stood off to the side, arms folded, watching everything like she was the director of a bad play.“You bought me?” I asked, disgust curling in my gut.Julian walked a slow circle around me like I was something he might place in a display case. “I paid for delivery. Whether you’re worth the full price remains to be seen.”“You’ll be disappointed.”“I doubt it.”He stopped in front of me and tilted his head. “You’re smaller than I imagined.”“Get closer... I’ll show you what else I am,” I snapped. Julian chuckled. “I like her.”The woman
I didn’t sleep, didn’t blink. My back stayed against the cold wall, blade in hand, heart thudding like it was racing someone else’s time. Lark said midnight. I didn't know how close it was, but my gut said soon.Every sound hit like a warning. Metal creaked, pipes hissed, and somewhere far above, boots scraped concrete. No one here walked softly. They didn’t need to. Everyone below the ground was either loyal or locked up, except me.I knelt by the drain, the same one I’d memorized for hours. A rusted square in the concrete, damp around the edges, and just wide enough to slide through if you didn't care about your ribs.It clicked; it was faint, barely more than a sigh of metal. I pressed my ear to the floor. Another click and a slide sound. A hand slipped through the opening, fingers outstretched.“Wren,” Lark’s voice whispered from the dark. “Now.”I shoved my blade between my teeth, dropped flat, and slithered forward. Every scrape of my elbows against the floor sparks up my arms.
I stayed by the cave's entrance all night. The waterfall roared like a warning, cold mist blowing through the cracks. The rain had stopped, but the wind hadn't. The trees outside shivered like they were waiting for something to go wrong.I didn’t dare sleep. Behind me, Mira was curled around Lark, trying to keep him warm. He was pale, breathing shallowly. We’d wrapped his wound the best we could, but the blood soaked through. He needed a real medic and a pack healer. It was something we didn’t have.I glanced at Mira. Her lips were chapped, and her eyelids fluttered with exhaustion. But she stayed awake anyway, pressing her palm to Lark’s forehead every few minutes like she could will the fever away.“How’s he doing?” I whispered.She shook her head. “Hot. Clammy. It’s bad.”I turned back to the entrance, gripping my blade tightly. “We need to move soon.”“He can’t.”“He has to.”“You saw the trail we left. You heard the dogs.”I did, but staying here felt worse. Suddenly, a snapped
The courtyard was quiet. Only the wind moved, dragging dried leaves across the stone floor like ghosts whispering secrets. The pack knew better than to linger. They’d scattered without a word when Reule’s voice echoed through the house cold and sharp: “Send Lila to me. Now.”He stood in the center, hands behind his back, face unreadable. Dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, boots still dusty from the forest, Reule looked like a judgment-made flesh.Lila appeared minutes later. Her footsteps were slow but steady. Her hair was perfect, her lips painted, and the leather belt cinched around her waist too tight for comfort. She tried to keep her chin high, but her eyes betrayed her wide and unsure.“You wanted to see me, Alpha?” she asked, voice quiet.Reule didn’t speak. He stared at her, gray eyes stormy but still. She shifted under his gaze. “I was helping Adriana in the...”“Don’t lie.”Her mouth clamped shut. He took one step toward her. “Why?”She blinked. “I...
Mud kicked up behind the tires as the black SUV thundered down the narrow forest road. Pines blurred past, tall and silent under a cloud-thick sky. The air was heavy with tension and damp magic.Yannis sat at the wheel, quiet and focused, with a faint line between his brows. Landon rode shotgun, arms folded, eyes scanning the road ahead. The tension in the car wasn’t silence, it was conversation waiting to snap loose.“You’re sure this Alpha will even listen to you?” Landon asked, breaking the quiet.“He’ll listen,” Yannis said without hesitation.“He might not like it, but he’ll listen. I had been a warlock assisting them for years. It's time for them to return some favors that they promised they would grant.”Landon grunted. “Black Pack’s not known for being reasonable.”“That’s why I’m not bringing reason. I’m bringing leverage.”The SUV took a sharp bend. They passed a carved stone marker, jagged and half-swallowed by moss. Landon recognized it. They were crossing into the Black
The sun broke through the trees as the black SUV roared down the final stretch of road. Yannis barely glanced at the rearview mirror. His focus was forward, on what was waiting back at the Gray Pack's estate. He couldn't help but be excited about his wedding. Beside him, Landon rode with his usual tension, arms folded, eyes sharp."We still have time," Yannis said."The wedding preparations won't start until midday."Landon exhaled."She’s going to throw something at you. Maybe you. Maybe a chair. Maybe both."Yannis smirked."She’ll be fine.""You’re marrying a woman who was in love with another man. You think that ends in 'fine'?""I’m marrying a woman who was betrayed by her own choices. And I know she felt the mate bond, but she was too stubborn and kept denying it. However, I have faith that if I show her that I am a gentleman, she will come around," Yannis said.Landon snorted."You sound like a motivational speaker. You sure this isn’t just your way of proving you can tame her?
The forest pressed heavily against Reule’s senses. Damp moss, old stone, the distant crackle of broken twigs under careless feet. He inhaled sharply. Beneath the noise and the scents, he caught a faint Wren's smell. He jerked his chin toward Landon, who crouched a few yards away, weapons ready.“She’s close,” Reule growled.Landon nodded once.“Trail cuts east, near the ruins.”Reule didn’t waste his breath replying. His wolf clawed at his skin, frantic to run ahead, to tear down anything standing between him and Wren. But instinct sharpened his focus because he couldn't afford to make mistakes now. Otherwise, it would cost her life.They moved fast and silently, threading between trees, avoiding the obvious traps — snares, spiked pits, even cruder things like tripwires woven into roots. Acwulf’s men weren’t subtle, but they were desperate, making them dangerous.“Think she’s still running?” Landon asked under his breath.Reule’s jaw tightened.“She never stopped.”In the cold mouth o
The forest felt heavier the closer they got to the border, like the trees themselves were holding their breath. I stumbled, catching myself against Reule’s side. He didn’t hesitate to loop an arm around my waist and kept me moving without missing a step.“You sure you’re not dead?” Landon muttered ahead of us, tossing a smirk over his shoulder.“Feels like it,” I rasped, trying to match his grin.Reule shot Landon a glare sharp enough to slice stone. “Maybe you’d like to carry her?”Landon snorted. “Nah, you’re doing great, Alpha. Real nurturing. Very inspiring.”“I’ll shove my fist down your throat if you don’t shut up,” Reule growled under his breath.I tried to laugh to break the thick tension. It was a small thing, barely a whisper against the roaring panic in my veins, but it kept me moving. Behind us, Mira limped along, half-carrying Lark, who was still unconscious. Ivar hovered at their side, sharp-eyed, ready to jump if they faltered.It almost felt normal until the wind sh
Reule stood before the council, the weight of the entire Gray Pack pressing down on his shoulders. The room was filled with murmurs, harsh whispers, and doubtful glances. Even the wolves he once called allies couldn’t meet his eyes. The once unshakable confidence in his leadership was now splintered, fractured by one name: Wren. Despite them knowing she was his mate, they still couldn't tell that Reule was making the best decision.“Let’s begin,” Elias said, his voice firm. He was the oldest on the council; Reule’s father, second-in-command once, is now standing neutral as the moderator. “This meeting is to discuss Alpha Reule’s standing as leader of the Gray Pack and whether the female he chose as mate, Wren, should be accepted or rejected.”"She's not even one of us!" a female voice cried out. It was Marla, one of the elders, her voice trembling with emotion. “An outsider, a mystery, and now a threat. How do we know she hasn’t brought all this chaos upon us?""Chaos?" Reule's voic
The scent of incense and ancient oak filled the High Council chamber, but couldn’t mask the tension crackling in the air. The elders had gathered—twelve alphas who’d long since passed their reigns but still held power in words and wisdom.I stood at the center of the stone floor, the only sound the low whisper of robes and the distant howl of wind beyond the stained-glass. Conri was dragged forward in chains, his wrists raw where the silver bit deep, though he carried himself with mockery and zero remorse.“State your full name and bloodline,” Elder Ronan commanded, his voice echoing through the hall.“Conri of the White Pack, though I’ve been disowned, so what does it matter?” he said with a cocky smile.“You will speak with respect in the Council chamber,” Maela, the eldest and sharpest of them all, snapped. “You stand accused of crimes that breach not just laws but sacred oaths.”“I didn’t rape her,” Conri said, rolling his eyes. “Let’s get that out of the way, shall we?”“You so
The wind carried the scent of pine and char. It reminded me of when I first stumbled into Gray Pack territory, broken and hunted. Back then, I didn’t know who I was or where I belonged. Now I am beside the Alpha of this land, claws ready and fire in my chest.Reule hadn’t said much since we left the estate at dawn. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable, just tense and focused.Silverpine Caverns lay ahead, half a day’s ride south. That’s where Glen said Conri would be if the human told the truth."Still sure about this?" Reule asked, eyes fixed on the trail ahead."Do you want me to say I’m afraid?""No," he said, glancing at me. "I want you to be ready.""I’ve been ready since the day I was hunted."We didn’t speak after that. The trail narrowed, flanked by jagged cliffs and crooked trees. Behind us were Adriana, Jax, Landon, and three of Reule’s most trusted warriors. No one joked, no one relaxed. We weren’t patrolling. We were hunting.We reached the edge of the caverns by m
The scent of ash and deceit clung to the wind. Reule stood in the command yard, his arms folded across his chest as he scanned the horizon. Dawn hadn't broken yet, but Reule could sense the fight that would end with blood."He’s gone," Adriana said as she stepped beside him, her voice low and clipped. "No one saw him leave. Glen’s scent ends near the south ridge. Same place we tracked rogue movement last week."Reule’s jaw tightened. Glen, the human who had lingered far too long on their lands under the pretense of neutrality. Wren had warned him, but he thought, what could a plain human do now that he had her? He should have ended his life along with Acwulf, but he’d allowed Glen to live and now ally with a werewolf as vicious as Conri."He didn’t go far," Reule said finally. "Most likely he is with Conri planning their next move."Adriana shifted. "You think Conri sent him here?""Probably," Reule replied. "But Glen came on his own. He saw an opportunity. And now he’s trying to
Morning sunlight spilled across the bed, golden and warm against my bare shoulders. I was tangled in sheets that smelled like him and the kind of heat that clung even when he wasn’t touching me.Reule hadn’t moved much during the night. He lay behind me, arm slung over my waist, breathing deep and steady. For a man who barely slept, he looked peaceful, dangerous, and soft all at once.I turned slowly in his hold, watching his lashes flick once as he stirred.“You’re staring,” he mumbled, a voice rasped with sleep.“You’re smug about it,” I shot back softly.One eye opened. “Only because you’re still here.”I grinned. “Too warm. And your sheets are soft.”“You’re soft.”“Liar,” I muttered, brushing my thumb across his stubbled jaw.He caught my hand and kissed the center of my palm. “No. Just lucky.”It was quiet for a while. It was just us and the warmth between us, the kind that didn’t come from heat, but from knowing someone chose you when they didn’t have to.“I like this,” I sa
There was a knock at the outer gate. It was firm and precise, like whoever stood there wasn’t lost, afraid, or unsure but invited. This made no sense because no one got invited into Gray Pack territory without Reule’s permission or order.Landon was the one who found her and escorted her, actually, through the warded gate. She was not in chains, and she wasn't a threat. But with suspicion at every step.Reule stood on the front steps of the main house as the stranger approached. I watched from behind the window, arms folded, heart thumping without reason.She wasn’t a wolf. That much was obvious. Human? Maybe. But she carried herself like someone who had nothing to fear. She was tall and lean, her dark coat crisp despite the muddy roads, and her hair pinned back like she’d stepped out of a war room, not a car.“I asked you to explain why you’re here,” Reule said evenly.“I’m not here to threaten your pack,” she replied, my voice smooth. “I came to deliver a message. Wren is in danger
The council chamber was colder than any battlefield. It was made up of stone walls, iron thrones, and now with silence that hummed like a warning. I wasn’t supposed to be here. But waiting for news while Reule stood trial for me? That was never going to happen.Landon didn’t stop me. He just gave me a long look, like a man too tired to argue with fate. I slipped through the side gallery, my heart pounding against my ribs. Hidden behind one of the columns, I scanned the room below. Reule stood alone before the five elders, wearing a black robe, sharp-eyed, and judging.“I don’t answer feelings,” Elias, the head counselor, was saying, his voice echoing. “I answer to structure. You’ve broken that.”Reule didn’t even blink. “Structure bends. Or it breaks.”Mara, thin-lipped and cold, clicked her tongue. “It breaks when Alphas let their hormones guide strategy.”He turned his head slightly, slow and calculated. “You have something to say, Councilor?”“You’re compromised,” she said. “E
The smell of roasted herbs and garlic pulled me from my thoughts. I sat on the edge of the couch, legs tucked under me, wrapped in the soft sweater Reule had dropped off two days ago. He hadn't said a word when he handed it to me, just tossed it onto the bed and walked out. I’d only cut the tag off this morning.The fire crackled in the hearth, flickering shadows against the stone walls. I wasn’t cold, just restless. Then, the door eased open.“I made dinner,” Reule said, stepping inside with a tray. “Thought you’d be tired of soup.”“You thought right,” I muttered, watching him cross the room.“Please tell me you didn’t cook just to impress me.”“No,” he said easily, setting the tray down. “I cooked to feed you. Impressing you is just a bonus.”I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the dish?”“Grilled chicken with wild rice and lemon thyme sauce. Roasted carrots on the side.”He smirked. “Try not to faint.”“I’m impressed.”He gave a little mock bow. “My greatest honor.”I smiled despite
The wind snapped at my hair as I stood on the porch, arms wrapped tightly around myself. The night felt wrong, too quiet. The woods beyond Reule’s territory loomed dark and heavy, like something was crouched inside them, waiting. I shivered and rubbed my arms, trying to shake off the feeling gnawing at my gut.Footsteps creaked behind me. I didn’t need to turn. I knew him; the weight of his steps, heavy and certain, as the earth answered only to him."You shouldn't be out here alone," Reule said, his voice low and rough."I'm not alone," I whispered, staring into the trees.I felt him step closer. His warmth reached me before his hands did, brushing against my back, steady and strong against the rising unease curling through me."Even so, don't tempt trouble," he said, his breath fanning my ear.I tilted my head back just enough to catch the smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth."Why?" I murmured. "You planning to punish me?"He snorted, the sound rough and amused. "You’re already