Killian’s POV
I stormed out of the ballroom with my hands clenched and my chest heaving what annoyance. Everything had turned so fast I could hardly understand it. I had claimed Zylia in front of everyone, I had felt the bond settle between us, and then the priestess had spoken, and I had torn it all apart with my own words. The music and voices faded behind me as I walked down the corridor and I didn’t care that people moved out of my way; I just needed to be alone. My heart hurt, and my anger burned painfully as I pushed open the door to my chambers and stepped inside with Lilith right behind me. “Killian, wait,” she said softly, but I slammed the door before she could step in, with the wood shook under the force. “I don’t want company,” I said through the closed door. For a moment, I stood there, staring at the door as if it could stop all the noise in my head, and then I went to the window and threw it open, letting Moonlight pour over the room. I leaned on the frame and tried to breathe. The priestess’s words still rang in my ears. Was she really going to betray me? I can’t be sure but she didn’t look like someone who would. I thought of the dreams that had woken me for weeks now, with smoke over the valley and wolves fighting and falling with blood on the stones of the courtyard. I had tried to push them away, but they kept coming, and tonight the priestess had spoken of the same doom. I pressed my hands to my face. “Moon goddess, why?” I whispered. “Why give her to me and then rip her away?”Time passed silently and I didn’t know how long I stood there until a knock sounded. “My Alpha,” Lucien’s voice came through the door. “It’s me.”
I opened the door and let him in. Beta Lucien stepped inside and closed it quietly behind him. “She’s gone,” he said. “I made sure she was escorted out of the territory. Just as the priestess ordered.” I sat down on the edge of the bed and shook my head. “It’s not right, Lucien. None of this is right.” He stayed silent, waiting. “Why would the moon goddess show me she’s my mate and then take her away?” I asked. “Why put her in front of me only to say she’s a curse and a betrayal?” Lucien crossed the room and stood near the fireplace. “The ways of the goddess are not for us to understand,” he said gently. “She sees more than we can.” “That doesn’t help,” I muttered. “I sent her out there like she was nothing. I look like a monster. It’s like I lured her here only to hurt her.” I felt tears sting my eyes, and I tried to swallow them back, but they came anyway, so I bowed my head. “I knew I'd love her,” I said quietly. “I didn’t want to admit it, but I do. Since the time I saw at the dinner hall, dirty and trying to hide from everyone, I knew she was the one for me.” Lucien’s eyes softened.“I don’t feel anything for the other girls,” I went on. “I’ve tried. I’ve looked at every girl the council brought to me, but Nothing, only her.”
Beta Lucien laid a hand on my shoulder. “I know, Alpha Killian. I saw the way you looked at her. But you did what you thought would save the pack.” I nodded, though my heart didn’t agree. “Rest a little,” Beta Lucien said after a pause. “I’ll keep the guards on alert tonight.” “Thank you,” I said. He left quietly, and I sat there in the silence, staring at the floor in mystery. Another knock came later, and I thought Lucien had returned, but when I opened the door, Lilith stood there. She wore a thin silk robe that clung tightly to her body, and her hair fell over her shoulders, and her lips curved in a small smile. “Killian,” she said softly. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight.” I stepped back. “Luna Lilith, you need to go back to your room.” I growled. She slid inside before I could stop her, and the robe shifted, showing too much skin as she came closer. “You’re hurting,” she whispered. “You don’t need to think about that omega wench anymore. She was trouble from the start.” “Don’t call her that,” I snapped.Lilith placed a hand on my chest.
“You need comfort,” she said. “I can give you that.” She leaned closer with her fingers drawing a faint line on my chest. “Stop,” I said, stepping back. “Killian,” she said softly, “you’re an Alpha. You deserve someone strong beside you, not a betrayal that will ruin your pack.” Her words made anger rise in me. “Get out,” I said. She blinked, still smiling faintly. “You don’t mean that.” “I do,” I said firmly. “Leave my room, Lilith. At this instant.” Her smile faded, and she tossed her hair and turned for the door. “Fine,” she said. “But sooner or later you’ll see I’m the right choice.” I didn’t sleep much that night, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zylia’s face as the guards led her away. Morning finally came, and I changed into running clothes and left the pack house alone. I needed to clear my head. I ran until my breath came fast and the ache in my muscles drowned out the ache in my heart, and when I returned to the pack house, the sun was already up and Beta Lucien waited by the front steps gravely. “What now?” I asked, wiping sweat from my brow.“There’s unrest on the council,” he said. “They met this morning, and apparently, they’re worried about last night. They say an Alpha who claims an omega and then rejects her in front of everyone is a risk.”
I frowned. “A risk?” “They want you to choose a proper mate soon,” Mason said. “If you don’t, they might try to impeach you.” My hands curled at my sides. “A proper mate,” I repeated. “What does that even mean to them?” “They think the best choice is Lilith. She should’ve been your Luna,” Lucien said slowly. “She has status. She’s from the Crestwood Pack. A union would calm them.” I let out a scoff. “Lilith,” I said. “Of course it has to be her..!”Killian’s POVThe word cursed still echoed in my head long after the Priestess said it.The air had turned thick, hard to breathe. The Priestess was still on her knees, whispering to herself, her lips moving faster than her prayers could catch up.Outside, the wolves began to howl.Not the kind of howl that spoke to the moon , this one was pain.I turned and ran for the door.,The ground shook under my feet as I stepped out. The scent of blood hit me first. Then came the cries.Warriors stumbled across the courtyard, their bodies covered in strange marks , glowing faintly silver, burning through their skin. One man fell in front of me, gasping for air. His claws were out, but he couldn’t shift back.“Alpha…” he choked, eyes wide. “It hurts.”I knelt beside him, trying to calm him with my aura, but when I reached for him, a sharp burn ran up my arm. I pulled back fast. My hand shook.My bond wasn’t working.That shouldn’t be possible.“Get the healers!” I shouted. “Now!”Lucien ran to
Killian’s POVThe temple was cold tonight.Colder than it had ever been, as though the moon itself refused to look down on us. The marble floor bit into my knees, and the scent of smoke clung to the air like a wound that wouldn’t close.The Priestess moved in a slow circle around the moon bowl, her veil fluttering with every chant. Silver light shimmered across the water, and for a heartbeat, I thought maybe,just maybe,the Goddess would answer.“Luna,” the Priestess called, her voice trembling. “Hear the cry of your wolves. We have obeyed, we have bled, we have given. Tell us,why do you turn away?”The torches bent with the wind. Shadows crawled up the walls.I stared at the reflection of the moon in the bowl, watching it tremble. “She won’t come,” I said under my breath.“She always comes,” the Priestess whispered, dipping her fingers into the water. “If we’ve not angered her beyond forgiveness.”My jaw tightened. “Then we’ll beg for it.”The air shifted.The moonlight dimmed, then f
Killian’s POVThe moonlight stretched thin across my room, through the window and bounced on my bed.I just got out of the bath, a towel wrapped around my waist.I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself. Being Alpha was supposed to be strength. Leadership. But lately, it felt more like trying to hold a dying beast together by its horn.The door creaked before I could speak.“Working yourself to death again?”Her voice was silk and low, sweet, and venomous all at once.Lilith.Lilith stepped into the room without waiting for permission. The candlelight found her curves before her face, silver gown clinging like smoke. Her lips curved in that practiced smile that never reached her eyes.“I thought I made it clear,” I said, not looking up, “you don’t walk into my quarters without…”“Without knocking?” She laughed softly, the sound sharp enough to cut through the silence. “You never minded before.”“I mind now.”That only made her smile widen. She came closer, slow, deliberate, he
Zylia’s POVI could’ve sworn none of them blinked throughout.The Hollow had changed something in the air, also in me. The whisper that had called my name still clung to my thoughts, threading through every heartbeat like a warning I couldn’t shake.Night came without stars.The ruins looked different in the dark , alive in a way that made my skin crawl. Every stone seemed to hum beneath the moonlight, as if the carvings themselves breathed. The air was thick, electric, waiting.Raven sat by a low fire, cleaning her blades in silence. Mason sharpened his knife beside her, his jaw tight. Sparks flickered between them, small and mean. I sat a few steps away, watching the faint shimmer still glowing on my palm. It hadn’t faded, not completely. My skin still remembered what it had done.“Don’t stare too long,” Raven said without looking up. “Things that change you don’t like being looked at.”“I wasn’t…” I started, then stopped. She was right. Whatever this was, it wasn’t meant for
Zylia’s POVThe forest changed the deeper we went.The air grew colder, heavier, like it carried the ghosts of everything that had died here. Even the wind sounded different. It blew lower, almost human.No one spoke. Not Raven, not even Mason.We just followed the fading path that wound through the mist, where the trees bent toward each other like they were whispering secrets we weren’t supposed to hear.When the ruins appeared, it didn’t feel like finding something. It felt like something finding us.Stone arches clawed at the sky, covered in moss and frost. Symbols were carved along the walls , old, sharp, wrong. I didn’t recognize the language, but my bones did. My skin prickled as if my blood remembered what my mind couldn’t.Raven was the first to step closer. “The Hollow,” she said quietly. “Didn’t think it was real.”Her voice carried something I’d never heard before , fear.Mason looked around, his jaw clenched tight. “Looks real enough to me.”He brushed a hand across one
Mason’s POVThe fire hadn’t gone out. It hissed and spat, throwing light over her body. Zylia lay where the blast had dropped her. She was too still, too pale, and the dirt beneath her still scorched black.Raven stood a few paces away, knife in hand, face carved into something unreadable.“She’s not breathing,” she said. No fear in her voice. Just fact.“She is.” I knelt beside Zylia, fingers finding the pulse beneath her jaw. Faint, fluttering. “Barely.”Raven’s boots crunched the ash. “Whatever that was, it wasn’t wolf magic.”“I noticed,” I muttered. The air still smelled wrong, metallic and burntRaven circled her, “You saw what she did. That light, no wolf can do that. Not even Alphas. We should leave her.”The words hit like a slap. “You mean kill her.”“I mean survive.” Her gaze lifted, hard and cold. “That’s what you taught me, remember?”I swallowed the old memory she’d thrown like a blade. “She’s not a threat.”Raven tilted her head. “You’re sure?”No. Not even close. But t