Lahat ng Kabanata ng RUN AWAY WITH ME: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Selene did not sleep again that night.Not because fear kept her awake.Because the bond would not let her rest.Kael had been awake too—she felt it in the restless pacing through the Alpha wing, the sharp edge of his restraint scraping against her nerves. Each time he forced his wolf down, the echo rippled through her chest like a warning bell.He is being cornered, the twin murmured, silk and shadow winding through Selene’s thoughts.And you are letting it happen.Selene sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into her thighs.“I’m thinking,” she whispered.You are hesitating.“No,” Selene snapped under her breath. “I am choosing the right moment.”The twin laughed softly.That is what your mother said too.That was enough.Selene rose.The Nightfang keep lay quiet in the hour before dawn, but quiet did not mean empty. Eyes followed her as she moved—warriors pretending not to watch, pack members pausing in doorways, suspicion threading through the air like smoke.This was Ar

Selene awoke to the familiar hum of Nightfang Keep. The sun had not yet risen, but the eastern tower’s pale light filtered in through the high windows, casting long, silver streaks across the stone floors. The wards installed to temper and measure her power whispered beneath her skin, a subtle pulse that only she could feel. Most would have called the tower a prison. Most would have bristled at the weight of its magic, at the careful surveillance built into every stone. But Selene had learned to read it differently. She had learned to see it as a map, a guide, a series of fragile gates that could be opened, not broken, if she moved wisely.Kael lingered near the doorway, silent and steadfast, respecting the distance she needed. The twin within her stirred, restless, drawn by the subtle shift in Selene’s mood and purpose. Its presence had been a constant undercurrent since their shared awakening, a shadow echo of her own power that longed to surge and dominate. But Selene had learned r

The corridors of Nightfang Keep buzzed with a tension Selene had never felt before. It was quiet, insidious—subtle footsteps of wolves, careful whispers of servants, eyes glancing up at her as she passed. They did not yet know what she planned, but the shift in her aura, faint and electric, carried through every stone, every shadow, every pulse of magic embedded in the Keep.Kael walked behind her, silent, watching. His wolf stirred, restless, protective, almost craving the confrontation that was brewing. He had long ago learned to temper the beast, but the twin’s subtle energy coiled around him like a predator, stirring impulses he had to suppress. One wrong move and Selene’s carefully laid strategy could collapse—or worse, the twin could push him into a frenzy neither of them could control.“Are you certain about this?” Kael asked, voice low, almost swallowed by the corridor. “Once you start pulling threads, there’s no turning back.”Selene’s silver eyes glimmered with determination

The dawn arrived over Nightfang Keep with a pale, silver light that shimmered through the high windows. Selene woke first, the faint pulse of her magic humming gently beneath her skin, the twin inside her stirring, coiled but restrained, a quiet observer to her calm. She felt Kael’s warmth beside her, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the restrained power of the wolf beneath his skin, and for a brief moment, the world narrowed to this room, to this bed, to this perfect, fragile calm.Her fingers reached out, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his shoulder, memorizing what belonged only to her. The twin whispered softly, a teasing, possessive undertone that brushed at her thoughts. He is yours, but mine sees him too, it murmured. Selene shook it off gently, focusing instead on the pulse of heat and desire that connected her to Kael.Kael stirred, shifting slightly, one arm curling protectively around her waist, pulling her closer. He smelled of dawn, of earth and forest and

The days that followed did not announce themselves as turning points.That was the most unsettling part.Selene continued her routines as she always had—morning council briefings, afternoon patrol walks, evenings beside Kael when the keep finally settled into stillness. On the surface, nothing had changed. But underneath, something had begun to pull at the seams, slow and deliberate.It started with the elders.Not all of them. Just enough.Elder Varyn avoided Selene’s gaze during meetings. Elder Morren hesitated before agreeing to motions she proposed, his assent delayed by a second too long to be coincidence. Elder Lys, who had once sought Selene’s counsel privately, now deferred instead to “later discussions.”Later, Selene learned, often meant Ariane.She noticed how Ariane positioned herself—not at Selene’s side, not in opposition, but just close enough to be consulted first. Ariane never contradicted Selene outright. She reframed. She softened. She suggested alternatives that so