LOGINReya
I find Killian exactly where I would’ve expected him to be… surrounded by books. The library has become his battlefield. Ancient scrolls cover almost every surface, some of them spread across the long table and others stacked unevenly on the floor. Marks lay open beside faded journals whose loose parchments threaten to break if handled incorrectly.
He d
ReyaI find Killian exactly where I would’ve expected him to be… surrounded by books. The library has become his battlefield. Ancient scrolls cover almost every surface, some of them spread across the long table and others stacked unevenly on the floor. Marks lay open beside faded journals whose loose parchments threaten to break if handled incorrectly.He doesn’t hear me come in, his focus completely on the scroll in his hands. I lean against the doorway as I fold my arms. “You know, I used to think that Alpha’s spent their day intimidating people. I was surprised to see that you’ve been intimidating squirrels because you’ve been waiting for three days.” I tell him in amusement.He grumbles, “At least they’re intimidated by me.”
SkylarHaving to be under a constant watch is both exhausting and annoying. Every corridor I walk through has the same pattern: two Blackwood warriors follow several paces behind me.They know not to get too close to bother or insult me, but Killian is clever. He didn’t change me, nor did he throw me into a cell. He didn’t try to strip me of my title. Instead, he did something much more humiliating.He left me with enough dignity that the Council can’t accuse him of mistreating a visiting Alpha while also ensuring that I don’t take a single step without one of his wolves knowing what I was at.They pretend that this is hospitality, but I know what a prison is and this is it. Even a pretty cage is still a cage. And I hate every moment of it.
KillianThe archives beneath Blackwood smell like old parchment, and the kind of dust that remembers names no living man can pronounce. It’s a reminder of how dangerous things are because the dead rarely lie, but the people living once did. And that was the reason why I often secluded this part of the library. These archives are for my eyes and any future alpha's eyes to see.There is a single lantern that burns beside me as I unroll another scroll across the oak table. The room is a small island of light and a sea of shadowed stacks. Every document that I gathered in the last few days is open in front of me in a pile that is too big to be true.Some of these had been burned centuries ago. Some papers come from the Blackwoods library, others had been my father
ReyaOne week changed more than I thought it could.The Council still camps out beyond Blackwood’s gates, their silver banners are stubborn against the mountain wind. Every morning a messenger rides to the gate and demands an audience. Every afternoon Killian refuses. Every evening the riders return to their camp, no closer to taking me than the day before.The siege has become a routine. Oddly enough, my life has become a routine. After breakfast each morning, Killian and I meet in the training yard and every time I tell him how I hate training and every morning, he chooses to ignore me.“I’ve decided,” I announce one cold morning as I stretch a shoulder that protests my movement, “That your favorite hobby is making me miserable. I swear that this is getting too impossible for me to ignore. But this is the fact. It is real. You like making my life horrible and miserable. You like tormenting me. It is the only explanation that I can have!”Killian stands across from me, the practice s
KillianI wake up enveloped in warmth. But it isn’t from fire nor my blankets, it’s from her lying in my arms.For a long, quiet moment, I lie still, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. The morning light has already softened the room. Her hair falls loosely over the pillow and I can’t help but smile when I notice the one hand clenched on the front of my shirt, it’s like she was afraid of me vanishing during the night.She sleeps like a child that has finally been given permission to stop watching for wolves.I watch her, it’s a selfish thing, an indulgence that I haven’t allowed, but it steadies me. I didn’t know what dream she woke up to last night, but I know it wasn’t an ordinary dream. Dreams can be used as weapons now and the council has learned to use the dark between waking and sleep.A thin ribbon of shadow curls at her ankle and then retreats when it feels my presence. They’ve been protective over her and it shows me just how frightened she must’ve been, how shak
ReyaThere’s a darkness that doesn’t belong to me that presses against my skin like the winter wind through a thin cloth. It’s cld, hungry, and silent as I stand in the corridor of gray stone that has no beginning or end. My footsteps feel hollow and… wrong. It’s like I’m walking inside a bell with mist curling around my ankles.“Killian?” I call out as I look around. No one answers. The mountains aren’t here, neither is the fortress. There’s nothing but darkness. Then, a single small light, it’s not brighter than a small candle, but it pushes back the black like a stubborn lone star trying to light up the night sky.An old woman steps in from the mist. She wears a silver robe that moves like the water and she looks ancient. She looks old enough to have watched empires rise and fall and kept the secrets of old.She stops a few paces away and smiles with a sadness that makes my chest ache. “I wondered how long it would take before I found you. I thought that it would take longer, but y
ReyaThree full days passed, and I quickly realized that living in the guard wing of the Blackwood fortress was basically like being a ghost. Alpha Killian completely kept his word about ignoring me. He did not check on me once. A quiet, elderly omega servant brought a tray of minimal rations to my
ReyaThe journey to the northern border took three agonizing days. By the time the heavy wooden carriage finally ground to a halt, the warm green fields of the south were completely gone. I looked out the small window and saw nothing but dark pine trees and a freezing mountain rainstorm that looked
ReyaThe fairy tale did not even last until midnight. The very second our carriage pulled up to the Oakwood estate, the illusion shattered into a million pieces. We barely made it through the front doors before the first heavy crystal vase came flying across the grand parlor, smashing directly into
Reya"Stand straighter, Reya. You look like a hunchback standing next to your sister," my mother, Eleanor, hissed the words directly into my ear. She did not actually look at my face while she spoke. Her eyes were completely glued to my younger sister, Bernice, who was currently preening in front







