LOGINEvelynThe Great Hall felt different when filled with tension instead of celebration.I stood beside Rafe as we waited for the Order to arrive, my palms sweating despite the cool air. Warriors lined the walls—not threatening, but present. A show of strength and unity.Pack elders sat in a semicircle at the far end. Miriam, with her silver hair and sharp eyes. Elder Mirk, whose weathered face had seen more wars than most. Elder Helena, who'd lost three children to hunters. Elder Bran, who'd helped rebuild the pack after Dorian's devastating raid.Others filled the space—Cassian stood to Rafe's left, his posture relaxed but alert.Mara was near the warriors, her presence steady and calm. Talia stood with other pack members, hands clasped but chin high.Rafe stood tall beside me, every inch the Alpha. Through the bond,
EvelynI woke to an empty bed.The space beside me was still warm, the furs rumpled where Rafe had slept. Through the bond, I felt him somewhere in the pack house—tense, focused, already dealing with Alpha responsibilities.I stretched, wincing at the soreness in my muscles. The past few days had taken their toll—travel, tension, the constant weight of being watched and judged.But today was important. Maybe the most important day yet.I dressed quickly in simple clothes—a tunic and leggings in earth tones. If I was going to prove to the Order I belonged here, I needed to act like it. Not like a prisoner or a guest, but like what I was.Their Luna.I headed for the kitchens, an idea forming.The communal kitchen was already bustling with activity. Several pack members were p
RafeWe were home.The main settlement spread before us—wooden buildings built into the hillside, smoke rising from cooking fires, children's laughter carrying on the wind before cutting off abruptly as they saw the Order soldiers.The sudden silence was deafening.Wolves everywhere stopped what they were doing. A mother pulled her child close, backing toward her door but not running. An elder watched from his doorway, hand near the knife at his belt. Warriors appeared from buildings like ghosts, forming loose protective positions around the vulnerable.My pack. My people. Afraid but holding steady as I just led their greatest enemy into the heart of their home.Aldric stopped beside me, taking it all in.His expression gave nothing away, but I saw him notice everything, the normalcy of daily life int
RafeThe fortress gates opened at dawn.Twenty Order soldiers on horseback, armed and armored. Garrett and Reyna flanking Aldric at the front. Marks bringing up the rear, hand never far from his sword.And us—me, Evelyn, Cassian, Talia, and our small group of wolves—riding alongside the people who'd hunted us for generations.The irony wasn't lost on anyone."This feels wrong," Cassian muttered beside me, low enough that only wolf hearing could catch it. "Every instinct is screaming danger.""Mine too," I admitted. "But we're doing it anyway."Through the bond, I felt Evelyn's anxiety from where she rode slightly ahead with Aldric.He'd requested she ride with him, asked questions about the pack, about how she'd adapted.That had to count for somet
EvelynThe guest quarters were sparse but clean—a far cry from the cold cells I'd expected.Stone walls. A narrow bed. A single window that looked out over the fortress courtyard. But it was warm, and more importantly, it was private.Rafe closed the door behind us with a soft click.For a moment, we just stood there, the weight of everything pressing down like a physical thing."I should check on the others," Rafe said quietly."Already done." I found Cassian and Talia and the warriors all settled in rooms down the hall. Guarded, but treated well. "They're fine. Nervous, but fine."He nodded, tension still coiled in his shoulders.I crossed to him, placed my hands on his chest. Through the bond, I felt everything he was trying to hold back—the fear, the doubt, the crushing respon
RafeThe council chamber felt like a trap.Three humans at the table—Garrett, Reyna, Marks—all watching me like I was a wild animal that might bolt. Four guards at the doors. Cole to the side, expression carefully neutral. And behind me, Cassian and Talia, both wound tight with tension I could feel through the pack bond.Evelyn stood beside me, her hand still in mine. Through our bond, I felt her hope, her absolute faith that this would work.I wished I shared her certainty."Sit," Garrett said. Not quite an order, but close.I remained standing. "I'll stand, thank you."His eyes narrowed slightly. "As you wish. Begin."Before I could speak, Evelyn stepped forward."There's something you need to understand first, about why my father became what he did."Garrett's attention shifted to her. "Go on.""I was always told my mother wandered too far into the woods one day. That she was killed by rogue wolves." Evelyn's grip on my hand tightened. "But that wasn't true. She went on raids with







