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The Weight of Silence POV: LucienPain has a way of reminding you how much you have been pushing. For days I had ignored the ache in my leg, telling myself it was nothing, telling myself the pack needed me sharp and standing. But this morning the old wound flared without warning, sharp enough to steal breath and force me to grip the edge of the desk in my private study. I sat down hard in the chair and pressed my palm against the wooden prosthetic, trying to will the fire away. Stress had done this. Too many nights without real rest. Too many hours spent watching shadows, waiting for the next move from Darius. The leg had always been weak, but now it punished me for every step I had taken in anger and worry.I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment. The bond hummed quietly, steady but distant. Mila had not come near me since her release. I could not blame her. She had duties, routines, and a life she had fought to keep hidden. She probably had no idea of the whispers about mis

Where Fear BreaksPOV: MilaI always believed fear was something you could outrun if you moved fast enough. I trained harder, fought longer, and kept my back straight even when my hands shook. But water was the one thing I never defeated. I avoided it, stepped around it, and even turned my face away from it. And now the only person who made my heart feel steady was sinking into it while I stood frozen on the bank.“Lucien!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Lucien, answer me!”The surface of the stream looked calm, too calm. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. I stepped closer, scanning the water, my boots already soaked at the edge. Then I saw it. His hand. It surfaced for half a second before slipping under again.“No. No, no, no,” I muttered.I grabbed the nearest long branch from the ground and dropped to my knees. “Lucien! Grab it!” I pushed the stick into the water, stretching my arm as far as I could. “Take it!”Nothing.I could not see him clearly. The water moved and blocked my v

Echoes on the MountainPOV: MilaLucien stirred on the cot just as the evening light turned golden through the small window. His eyelids fluttered, and then opened slowly. For a second he looked disoriented, as his eyes kept on searching the room until they landed on me. The relief he felt softened his face immediately.“You’re still here,” he said, his voice was rough from sleep and pain.“Where else would I be?” I answered, sitting straighter in the chair beside him. “You scared me.”He tried to push himself up. His arms shook and I moved fast, sliding one hand behind his shoulders to help him sit. He winced but managed to lean against the wall.“What happened back there?” I asked quietly. “At the stream. One minute everything was… and then you screamed.”He exhaled slowly, rubbing his chest with the heel of his hand. “I don’t understand it completely either. My wolf was wild at first—excited, alive, and pushing me to claim you. The bond felt brighter than it ever has. Then all at on

The Arrow in the DarkPOV: MilaLucien held me tighter while my tears soaked his shirt. I clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in the world. When the crying finally slowed enough for me to speak, the words came out shaky and fast.“I need to run,” I said against his chest. “I need to get away from here. Right now. Before she tells anyone.”He pulled back just enough to look at my face. His hands stayed on my shoulders, thumbs brushing slow circles. “You don’t need to run, Mila. You’re safe.”I shook my head hard. “I’m not. Selene hates me now. She saw everything. She knows I’m a woman. She’ll go around telling people. She’ll tell the steward. She’ll tell the guards. She’ll tell anyone who will listen. I can’t stay here waiting for them to drag me back to a cell.”Lucien cupped my face gently, forcing me to meet his eyes. “She won’t do that.”“How do you know?” My voice cracked. “You didn’t see her face. She looked at me like I betrayed her. Like I lied to her on purpose.

The Silent Walk BackPOV: MilaI woke to a headache that felt like someone had driven nails into my skull. The pain started at the base of my neck and throbbed forward until when I even opened my eyes hurt. My shoulder burned in the worse way, deep, hot, and wet. Every breath I took, tugged at the wound. Blood had dried in stiff patches on my shirt, cracking when I moved. Iron cuffs bit into my wrists, chaining my arms to the wall at a height that forced me to kneel. The stone floor pressed cold against my knees and the air smelled of damp rock, old blood, and rust. A holding cell. The same one I had been in before. The same darkness pressing in.The chains rattled when I tried to shift. My legs had gone numb from being folded under me too long. I blinked hard, forcing my vision to clear. The cell was small with bare walls, one high barred window letting in thin gray light, no cot, and no bucket. Just me and the chains and the slow drip of my own blood hitting stone.Footsteps approa