LOGIN- RODERIC
"Lucas, get out," I muttered, not bothering to open my eyes. "And stay out."
"You need help getting down the rocks, Alpha," Lucas said from somewhere behind me. His boots crunched on the frozen gravel, the sound far too close for comfort. "Don't act like you can just glide down there."
"I can slide down on my ass perfectly fine," I snapped, finally cracking one eye open to glare at him. "I'm naked under this blanket, Lucas. I don't need you staring at my junk while I do my daily ice-bath routine. Go wait by the tree line."
He let out a heavy sigh but didn't argue. He knew that tone. He dropped the bag of medicine onto a flat stone, turned around, and tramped back up the ridge until he was out of sight.
Finally. Absolute silence.
I hauled myself out of the makeshift wheelchair, dragging my dead weight down the smooth rock ledge until my lower half slid into the plunge pool. At the start, the water was just cold enough to raise goosebumps. But the second I got deep enough by that waterfall, everything changed as the water suddenly turned warmer against my skin.
The volcanic pressure in my chest spiked, sending a heavy wave of white-hot heat surging down my arms. The glacier water began to hiss and steam around my shoulders, the uncontrollable energy of my power melting the shelf of ice beneath my hands before it could even try to freeze me.
It was supposed to stimulate the nerves. Supposed to keep the muscles from completely turning to mush while we figured out how to break the hex in my spine. Personally, I thought it was just a daily exercise, but it gave me an hour of peace away from the pack house.
I leaned my back against a smooth boulder, letting the water gently brush against my hips, as I stared up at the grey sky.
My mind immediately drifted back to the council meeting. The elders were back on their usual bullshit, breathing down my neck about finding a Luna. A pack needs a female alpha and an heir, they said. I’d nearly bared my teeth at them. A Luna? For an Alpha who couldn’t even stand up to pee?
It was a joke. I cursed those old bastards under my breath, watching the mist rise from the water.
If the Moon Goddess wants me to have a mate so bad, I thought bitterly, she can just drop the girl right onto my lap. Otherwise, they can all shut the fuck up.
The second the thought crossed my mind, a massive roar echoed from the top of the waterfall.
I didn't even have time to look up before something massive broke through the mist. It wasn't a log. It wasn't a boulder. It was a person, plummeting straight off the ledge of the falls.
The person hit the deep pool with a sickening splash, sank for a second, and then came thrashing up for air. I just stared, completely paralyzed as the current shoved the person forward. It dragged the body toward the shallow bank right where I was sitting, both arms giving out entirely.
Then, the person fell forward.
It was a woman!
Instead of smashing into the jagged rocks, she landed sideways right across my lap. Her dripping wet head hit my thigh, and a mass of tangled, dark hair plastered itself right across her face, hiding it completely.
I held myself completely still without a single reaction. I just stared down at her blankly, my eyes probably rolled back in absolute disbelief.
But then, the shock wore off, and reality set in.
A woman lying across my thighs. Her weight was rubbing against my genitals. It brought a sudden, heavy rush of heat straight to my lower belly and down to my cock. And surprisingly, she didn't burn!
I froze, panic flaring in my chest. How the hell was I reacting to her? I was supposed to be completely dead from the waist down. The doctors said the nerves were totally fried, yet this random, soaking wet girl lands on me, and my body suddenly decides to remember how to work? It was impossible. It made no sense.
Dammit!
She stirred against me, letting out a weak, raspy cough. She blinked, squinting up through the wet strands of hair, her eyes finally focusing on my face, then down at where she was lying.
"Oh," she croaked, her voice completely shot. "Uh... sorry."
"You're heavy," I lied, my voice dropping into a low growl to hide the fact that my heart skipped a beat. "Get off."
She tried to push herself up, but her hands slipped on my skin. She froze, her eyes widening as she realized I hadn't shifted an inch to help her. She looked at my legs, still submerged and completely motionless under her.
"You... you can't move?" she whispered, staring at me as though she’d just figured out a puzzle. "Are you paralyzed?"
"You got it," I muttered. "Now get off me before you freeze to death."
Something clicked in her wide eyes, panic, mostly. She didn't argue. She hurriedly scrambled backward, splashing awkwardly into the shallower water, and swam a few strokes over to the edge of the pool.
As she dragged herself out onto the gravel bank, the thin, tattered clothes she wore clung tightly to her skin, making them practically transparent. I caught a full view of her shifting into the light, naked body clearly visible underneath the wet fabric. It left little to the imagination, showing off her long legs and the curve of her tempting ass.
Who the hell chooses to swim in ice water like that? Crazy woman.
"Hey," I called out, my voice raspy. "Who are you? What pack are you from?"
The girl didn't answer. Her eyes darted around the bank, landing directly on the flat stone where Lucas had dropped my gear. My dry clothes were sitting right there on top of the bag.
Before I could even figure out what she was doing, she lunged forward, grabbed the entire pile of my clothes in one swift motion, and hugged them to her chest.
"Hey! Drop that!" I shouted, trying to heave my upper body forward, but my useless legs anchored me to the spot.
She took a couple of steps back, looking at me over her shoulder like she was terrified and running out of options.
"I'm sorry!" she yelled over the roar of the water, backing up toward the dense trees. "Thank you for the clothes! I'll compensate you for them later, I swear!"
"You little thief!"
"I'll pay you back!" she screamed, and then she turned on her heel and bolted into the brush, disappearing into the woods.
"Lucas!" I roared, the sound echoing off the canyon walls. "Get your ass down here right now!"
- RAVENA"Whose blood?" I barked out a rough, scratchy laugh, backing away two paces until the heels of my boots hit the edge of the stone ring. "Hell if I know, Chief! My mother was a tavern cook in the lower docks, and my father was probably a bottle of cheap rye. You think some fancy high-house noble dropped me off in the mud with a silver spoon in my mouth?"Roderic’s dark eyes didn't leave my face. He sat perfectly still in his iron chair, the golden light from the newly opened archway leaving long, sharp shadows across his leather mask."The seal requires two matching cores, Zavier," he said, his voice low and strained. "Tavern cooks don't trigger three-hundred-year-old high-house locks.""Maybe your magic is just leaky," I snapped, jamming my hands into my trousers pockets and dropping my shoulders back into that sloppy, unbothered slouch. "You were sweating gold all over my jaw. The door probably thought you were opening it yourself. I'm just a stray who got dragged along for
- RAVENAThe subterranean vault smelled of damp limestone, rust, and iron dust. It was three floors below the lower barracks, buried so far beneath the mountain that not even the howling wind could reach us down here."Drop your right shoulder, Zavier," Roderic grunted, sitting in his heavy iron chair near the center of the ring. "You're leaning into the strike before you even swing. A child could read that kick coming from three yards away.""I'm not leaning, Chief," I rasped, taking a sharp breath as I wiped a streak of sweat off my forehead with the back of my glove. "My boot's slippery on these damp flagstones.""Your boot is fine. Your footwork is sloppy." Roderic rolled his wheels forward an inch, his gloved hand resting on the wooden quarterstaff across his lap. "Again."We’d been down here for three nights in a row, hiding out in the dark while the rest of the academy slept. Ever since Thessaly started lurking around the corridors like a bad smell, Roderic had dragged me down
- RAVENAThe heavy iron winch basket rattled like a sack of loose nails as six guards hauled us up the side of the glacier.Wind was screaming across the ridge, whipping white powder straight into my eyes, but I kept my chin jammed tight into the collar of Roderic’s wolf-skin cloak. The thing was massive on me, heavy enough to weigh down a horse, but it kept the freezing gale off my skin."Steady the line!" Franz bellowed from the top of the ledge, his face red as a boiled beet. He was knee-deep in a snowdrift, grabbing the iron frame of the basket the second it cleared the lip. "Get the Chief onto the litter! Carefully, damn it!"Four guard captains jumped forward, hauling Roderic out of the basket. He didn't say a word, his jaw clenched tightly, and his unmasked face was pale as death in the harsh gray light.I scrambled out right behind him, dropping into my usual slouch the second my boots hit the ice. My knees felt like frozen rubber, but I forced myself to walk upright, shoving
- RAVENAThe iron shovels kept scraping away at the packed snow overhead, sounding like a dozen giant rats scratching through a ceiling.I pulled Roderic’s heavy wolf-skin cloak tighter around my shoulders, my back pressed hard against the frozen granite wall. My knees were jammed up against my chest, making a solid boundary between us. The air in the cave still smelled of crushed ice, old wool, and that steady, golden heat humming off him like a quiet furnace."They're gonna take at least twenty minutes," I grunted, dragging my hood down until my eyes were mostly in shadow. "Franz’s boys dig like blind moles."Roderic let out a short, rough laugh that turned into a dry cough. He leaned his head back against the stone wall, his bare, scarred face looking washed out under the pale blue light filtering through the cracks."They're digging through six feet of frozen avalanche debris, Zavier," he said, his voice quiet and gravelly. "Give them a break.""I'm just saying, if I had a spade,
- RAVENAThe thick and heavy golden heat hummed beneath my skin, like liquid sun pouring through my veins. It was terrifying.Outside, the storm roared against the ice wall, a hollow, ravenous howl that made the small cave shudder. Inside, the quiet was so thick I could hear the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Roderic’s chest under my cheek.I couldn't move. I literally couldn't force my muscle memory to kick in.His massive arms were still wrapped tight around my back, pinning me against his muscular, bare chest under that heavy wolf-skin cloak. The weight of him, the solid, unyielding stone of his torso, was suffocating. My cheek was pressed right against his collarbone, smelling burnt cedar, leather, and that intense, clean scent that belonged entirely to him.And then I felt it.A sudden, hard shift beneath his pants and tunic. A sharp, unmistakable pressure pressing right against my hip.My whole body went rigid. Every single nerve ending in my spine flared up. My throat seized,
- RODERIC"Hold the anchor line, you damn fools!" I roared over the gale, my fingers inside the gloves already numb as I gripped the rim of the ice ledge."Alpha, back off!" Franz screamed through the blinding whiteout, tugging hard at my leather harness. "The shelf is collapsing! You can't lean out that far!""Shut up and hold my chair!"Down in the dark, blue-black throat of the fissure, Zavier’s fingers slipped off the iron piton.I didn't think. I didn't care about my useless legs or the sub-zero wind burning my thr
- RAVENAThe two goons Elder Marrow picked to dump me at the edge of the world didn't say a word the whole trip. They just gripped my arms, dragging me through the dirt until the dirt turned into frozen slush.We were heading for the Hollowland.Every wolf grew up hearing stories about this desolate
- RAVENAI woke to the feeling of rough hands dragging me across the cold stone floor. All I could sense was gray light and voices yelling around me. They didn't even bother to open the cell door properly, just ripped the hinges from the frame."Time to face your punishment, kinslayer," one of the
- RODERICI was doomed. I began to realize that I was never getting out of this fucking wheelchair. It was like a moving cage. I clenched the metal rim until my fingers blanched as I dragged myself an inch forward, simply to feel the metal against my skin. My legs were like twigs, useless limbs co
- RAVENAThe stone under my feet was slippery with things that I didn't give a shit about. As I moved around, each step took me deeper into the damp, and my shredded tunic smelled of old urine and rotting waste. I smuggled a lot of extra weight around my throat. My inner wolf, Astraea, should have







