MasukThe sound of snapping branches came again.
Closer. My breath caught in my throat as I turned toward the trees. The forest that had felt peaceful only minutes ago now seemed alive with movement. Shadows stretched longer beneath the moonlight, shifting between the trunks like something breathing just beyond sight. Kael stood perfectly still beside me. But the air around him had changed. Moments ago he had been calm, almost relaxed despite the injury along his side. Now every line of his body had sharpened. His shoulders straightened, his gaze cutting through the darkness like a blade. Predator. That was the only word that came to mind. “What is it?” I whispered. Kael didn’t answer immediately. Another howl tore through the night. This one was deeper, distorted somehow, like a wolf’s cry twisted by something unnatural. My stomach tightened. Kael exhaled slowly. “Rogues,” he said. The word alone made fear crawl down my spine. Every pack had wolves who had lost their bonds to a pack or had been exiled. Some went mad without the structure of an Alpha. Others became predators who lived only for violence. But the sound we heard now didn’t sound like ordinary rogues. There was something wrong with it. “How many?” I asked quietly. Kael tilted his head slightly, listening. “Three,” he said. My heart nearly stopped. Three rogues against an injured Alpha and a wolfless omega. I took an instinctive step backward. “You should go,” I said quickly. “I’ll slow them down.” Kael turned his head slowly, his silver eyes locking onto mine as if I had just said the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “You?” he repeated. Heat rushed to my face. “I know I’m not strong,” I said defensively, “but if they focus on me, you could” “You’re not dying tonight.” His voice cut through the air like steel. The certainty in it made my chest tighten. “You don’t understand,” I insisted. “They’ll kill me anyway if they catch me.” Kael stepped forward suddenly. The movement was so quick I barely saw it. One second he was standing near the tree. The next he was directly in front of me. His towering frame blocked my view of the forest. “They will not touch you,” he said quietly. Something in his tone made my pulse skip. It wasn’t arrogance. It was a promise. Another crack echoed through the trees. A low growl rolled through the darkness. Kael’s expression hardened. “Stay behind me,” he ordered. Before I could respond, his body shifted slightly, his shoulders rolling as though preparing for something. The forest went silent again. Then three shapes emerged from the shadows. They were wolves. But not like any wolves I had ever seen. Their fur was patchy and dark with dirt. Their eyes glowed a sickly yellow under the moonlight. Their bodies were larger than normal wolves but thinner somehow, ribs pressing sharply beneath their skin. Madness burned in their gazes. One of them snarled, baring bloodstained teeth. I felt my legs go weak. Kael stepped forward. He didn’t shift. He didn’t even raise his voice. But something about him changed. The pressure in the air suddenly doubled. It slammed into the rogues like an invisible wall. Alpha dominance. I even felt it. The rogues hesitated. Their snarls faltered slightly as Kael’s aura spread across the clearing like wildfire. “You’ve crossed the wrong border,” Kael said calmly. The largest rogue snarled louder and lunged. Everything happened too fast for my eyes to follow. Kael moved like lightning. One moment the rogue was mid-leap. The next Kael’s fist crashed into its skull with brutal precision. The wolf hit the ground with a sickening thud. The other. two attacked immediately. Kael finally shifted. The transformation exploded through the clearing. Bone cracked. Muscle expanded. Dark fur erupted across massive limbs. Within seconds the man standing before me was gone. In his place stood the largest wolf I had ever seen. Black as midnight. His glowing silver eyes locked onto the remaining rogues. And suddenly I understood why every pack feared the Alpha King. Because Kael Blackthorn wasn’t just powerful. He was terrifying. The rogues lunged together. Kael met them head-on. The forest erupted into violence. Teeth clashed. Bodies slammed into trees. Growls shook the ground beneath my feet. I stumbled backward, my heart racing wildly. One rogue crashed into the ground near me, rolling before scrambling back up. Its glowing eyes locked onto mine. And suddenly… It charged straight at me.My grandmother. The words echoed through every corner of my mind. Not my mother. Not some forgotten queen from an old story. My grandmother. The silver pendant hanging from the Collector's hand suddenly felt heavier than the black throne on the horizon. The connection surged. A single name repeated over and over. Lyssara. Not as a whisper. As a memory trying desperately to return. I closed my eyes. The square disappeared. For one fleeting heartbeat, I heard laughter. Warm. Gentle. A woman humming while brushing my hair. I couldn't see her face. Only silver strands dancing in the sunlight. Then The memory shattered. I gasped and nearly lost my balance. Kael caught me before I could fall. "Easy." His voice remained calm despite the alarm in his eyes. "You're here." I nodded weakly. "I'm here." But I wasn't entirely certain that was true anymore. Every new memory made the line between my life and the connection blur a little more. The Collector still stood
The watchtower fell silent. Not because the scout had finished speaking. Because no one knew what to say next. The words hung over Blackthorn like a curse. The ones without shadows. Every warrior on the walls stiffened. The veterans exchanged uneasy glances. Some of the younger wolves looked confused. The older ones looked terrified. That frightened me more than anything else. Veterans didn't scare easily. Kael was already moving. "Seal every gate." His command thundered across the square. "Archers to the eastern and northern walls." "Nobody opens Blackthorn without my order." The pack scattered instantly. Armor clattered. Boots pounded across stone. Within seconds, the peaceful village had transformed into a fortress preparing for siege. Kael turned toward Cassian. "I want every scout back inside." "They're already on their way." Cassian answered before disappearing into the crowd. Then Kael looked at me. "You stay with me." "I wasn't planning on wandering o
The world disappeared around me. Not because of another vision. Not because of the connection. Because of one sentence. I knew your mother. My heart forgot how to beat. For years, my mother had existed only as scattered memories and unanswered questions. I remembered the warmth of her embrace, the lullabies she sang when storms rattled our little home, and the smell of lavender that always clung to her clothes. But the truth? I had never known the truth. She died before she could tell me who I really was. Or perhaps... She had been killed before she had the chance. The connection pulsed heavily inside my chest. Not with fear. With grief. Old grief. Not mine alone. Kael stood firmly between me and the stranger. His Alpha aura rolled through the square like invisible thunder. Warriors immediately raised their weapons. The scrape of steel echoed against the stone streets. Nobody was taking chances anymore. The stranger looked around calmly. He didn't seem bothered
My wrist burned. The pain wasn't unbearable. It was precise. Like a branding iron pressed against skin with deliberate care. I stared at the glowing mark while everyone around me remained frozen. Eight lines. Not seven. The ancient symbol continued pulsing beneath my skin, each beat perfectly synchronized with the connection inside my chest. The hooded figure remained seated upon the black throne far beyond Blackthorn. Impossible to see clearly. It's impossible to make a mistake. Even across miles of broken land, I could feel them watching me. Waiting. The two words they had spoken still echoed through my mind. Come home. Home. The word unsettled me more than any threat could have. Because something inside the connection had answered. Not with obedience. With longing. I hated that feeling. It wasn't mine. At least... I hoped it wasn't. "Aflira." Kael's voice cut through the haze. His hands gently closed around my shoulders. "Look at me." I forced my eyes aw
No one breathed. The black structure continued to rise from the eastern horizon, forcing its way out of the earth as though the world itself could no longer contain it. The stone cracked. Entire hills split apart. Trees toppled like blades of grass before an unseen force. The sound rolled across the valley not an explosion, but a deep, grinding groan, as if something buried since the beginning of time was finally waking. I couldn't look away. Neither could anyone else. The throne was colossal. It wasn't carved from ordinary stone. It seemed to drink the light around it. Even the silver glow spilling through the fractured sky dimmed as it climbed higher. The connection inside me recoiled violently. Not fear. Revulsion. As if every part of it rejected the throne's existence. My knees weakened. Kael caught my arm before I could stumble. "Aflira." His voice sounded distant. "Talk to me." I swallowed. "I've seen it before." Every face turned toward me. "When?" Luci
The knock came again. Soft. Deliberate. Three slow taps from beneath the glowing water. The crowd around the old well recoiled as one. Several children burst into tears. A woman clutched her son's shoulders and hurried him away, whispering frantic prayers under her breath. The silver light grew brighter. It climbed the stone walls of the well like living vines, illuminating faces frozen between disbelief and terror. No one dared move closer. No one except me. "Aflira." Kael's hand caught my wrist before I reached the edge. His grip was firm, but not painful. "You don't know what that is." I looked at the glowing water. "No." The connection pulsed quietly. "But it does." His jaw tightened. "I don't care what the connection wants." "I do." Our eyes met. For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke. The fear in his expression wasn't for Blackthorn. It wasn't for the gates. It was for me. "I can't keep watching you walk toward things that could kill you." His voice was
The forest went completely silent.Not the quiet kind of silence that comes when the wind dies or the night creatures pause their songs. This was heavier. Thicker. The kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made every breath feel too loud.Kael Blackthorn’s hand was still wrapped firml
I first heard his name, it was spoken with fear. “Kael Blackthorn will attend the summit.” The Alpha Summit was approaching, the announcement sent ripples through Moonfall pack. Warriors straightened their backs. The entire territory buzzed with tension. Warriors doubled patrols. Servant like me
Being wolfless would have been bearable if it weren’t for the blood in my veins. They stopped calling me Aflira after that. I became wolfless. Then I became the “Broken Omega.”But the worst name was the one I carried long before sixteen. TRAITOR’S DAUGHTER. I was eight when they excited my
The night I turned sixteen, the moon was bright enough to expose flaw and mercilessness. It hung above the Moonfall clearing like a silent judge, silver light spilling over the trees and onto the gathered pack members below. I remember standing in the center of the teenagers of the moon fall pack







