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Arielle. I couldn’t focus the entire morning. Not on the lecture and not on the whispers around me and not even on the hum of life that usually distracted me from the storm in my head. Every word the professor said slipped through my mind like water through a sieve. I kept replaying his face instead as those cold eyes that sometimes flickered with something I didn’t understand. Every time I blinked, I could see him standing behind me again his voice deep and rough breath grazing my ear as he told me to obey. My stomach tightened just thinking about it. It made no sense that the same man who terrified me could also be the one who haunted me in ways I couldn’t name.I sat in the back corner of the class doodling circles in my notebook pretending to take notes. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was because I’d dreamt of him again last night. Another one of those too real dreams where his voice sank into my bones and his hands marked my skin. I

Kael. “Jasmine.” My voice did not match her smiling face. It never matches when I’m angry. “Close the door.”She did but slow and pretty and when she faced me she folded her hands like a woman who knew all the answers and had been waiting for the right question. “Alpha… to what do I o- -” she cooed. “You leaked private photos of a woman who is under my protection.” I didn’t bother with the softness of diplomacy and my words were blunt. “Explain.”“Protection.” she said lightly and her smile did not even falter. “You have so many words for the things you don’t like to admit. I thought people should know what we’re dealing with. Fragility leads to weakness Alpha. Weakness leads to downfall.”“You speak of weakness and you sell it. Who gave you those photos?” I said amd every syllable had a weight to it. “I have my ears. You know that.” She laughed and a short sound like a sharp chime.“Which guard?” I asked stepping closer. The office smelt like rain outside and the leather of t

Arielle. Thomas swallowed and gave me a look before backing away. The space felt too big suddenly and quiet. The rest of the pack didn’t even pretend to keep training. Their attention was fixed entirely on us.Kael walked closer his slow steps crunching against the dirt and stopped a few feet from me. “Show me what you’ve learned.”“I don’t want to.” I said gripping the staff tighter.“That wasn’t a request” he said.“Then maybe I’m not interested in your orders today.” I said the words flying out before I could think.The silence that followed was deadly even the wind seemed to stop. Kael’s eyes darkened and something dangerous flickered there. His nostrils flared once like he was holding himself together by a thread. “Say that again” he said quietly.I didn’t. Now my pulse was too loud and throat too dry. He stared at me for what felt like a full minute, eyes burning into mine and then he nodded slowly.“After training, meet me privately. My office.” he said his voice so calm it

Kael. I pressed her over my knees feeling the small and instinctive tremble of her body under mine. The room seemed to shrink around us the dim light casting long shadows that danced across the walls painting her face in sharp, intimate contrast. Her breath hitched and I could see the mix of defiance and fear swimming in her eyes amd that stubborn streak I loved to watch crumble under the weight of my presence. I raised my hand slowly letting her feel the anticipation stretch between us. The silence was almost unbearable ans broken only by the soft shuffle of paper she had scattered earlier now pressed beneath us. She tried to meet my gaze amd tried to argue but I held her there with the sheer force of my stare my eyes shifting from dark storm to molten gold again all warning and promise and something darker all at once. The first strike landed. A sharp crack echoed in the quiet room. Her body jerked slightly and I felt the tension in her muscles and the spike of adrenalin

Arielle. The day Thomas told me the Prophetess had asked to see me, I thought he was joking. I even laughed quietly thinking it was another of his dry attempts at humor but he didn’t laugh back. He stood by the archway of the training grounds wirj his hands folded behind his back, eyes cautious like he was already betraying someone by even telling me. The sunlight hit his hair and for a moment the wind carried the faint scent of pine and something older ans heavier. “She asked for you,” he repeated but lower this time and his voice almost swallowed by the sounds of wolves training in the distance. “Said it was urgent. Said it was not for the Alpha to hear.”The moment he said that my stomach turned. The Prophetess wasn’t some old woman who gave vague riddles and scared children. She was real and terrifyingly so. I had heard her name whispered through the pack like a warning. The woman who saw too much. The one who had told an Alpha three generations ago that his Luna would kill hi