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MICHAELA'S POV Morning came painfully slow, yet I couldn't get half the rest I needed. After eating some food, my search for the Moonshade continued. I began heading for the ravine next when I realized I wasn't quite sure where I was on either the ancient or modern map. Everything that happened last night had thrown me off course, and it took a few hours to get back on the trail again. By late morning, I was already halfway to the ravine. I hadn't expected to get this far in such a short time with the plethora of thoughts that had been raging in my head since last night. I pushed everything that wasn't Moonshade-related to the back of my mind as I got closer to the ravine. As I approached the location, I realized I was growing increasingly nervous with every step. The ravine was my last hope, and I was banking everything on it. If I didn't find the Moonshade and make it back to the pack before midnight, the fear, the risk, the danger, everything I had endured would have

Where is she?

DAMON'S POV "Where is she?" I asked Georgia, leaning against the doorframe with one hand, my head bowed low to prevent anyone from seeing my eyes. I got no answer. I lifted my head slightly, just enough to see Georgia frozen in the middle of the room, a spoon clutched in her hand as she stared at me wide-eyed. Several other kitchen staff appeared to be in a similar state of shock, their expressions a mixture of fear, worry, and apprehension. I clenched my fists, willing myself to be patient. Willing myself to stay calm. Even though I wanted to storm toward someone, anyone, and demand they tell me where she was before I started ripping things apart. I reminded myself that their reactions were valid. I couldn't exactly expect them to react casually to their Alpha showing up in the kitchen looking as though he'd just lost a battle against a forest. I staggered forward but nearly lost my balance as the room spun around me. That was enough to jolt some of the occupants out of thei

Loophole

DAMON'S POV "What do you mean they sent her to the Wilds?" I asked Mason, my voice deadly quiet as his explanation of everything that had happened while I was consumed by bloodlust finally sank in. The Wilds. Of all places. The Wilds. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying not to lose my composure as a war raged inside my head. Unlike what I might have let Rhoda believe, it was still frighteningly difficult to hold on to my sanity. Ever since I returned, I had felt myself teetering on the edge. When I finally opened my eyes, the situation wasn't any better. Mason was saying something to me, but I couldn't quite hear him anymore. Because suddenly all I could see was red. Rhoda watched me closely from the side, silent, her expression unreadable. My head pounded. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. The Wilds. I remembered the stories. Every wolf did. Expeditions that never returned. Scouts who vanished. Entire search parties swallowed by the fores

The fall

MICHAELA'S POV My foot slipped as I tried to get away. For one impossible second, I remained suspended between balance and disaster. Then gravity made the decision for me. The ground vanished from beneath me. My stomach lurched violently into my throat. The sensation was exactly like missing a step in the dark, only infinitely worse. I caught a clear glimpse of the creature above as my body went into free fall. It was absolutely hideous. Time slowed as I looked up at it. Loose stones, the ravine wall, the monster at the edge above me. It looked human in the way a broken doll looks human. Wrong. Deeply wrong. Its limbs were too long, the joints too sharp beneath skin stretched tight over bone. Patches of grey clung to its frame like old parchments. It's hair only appeared to exist in fragments on its head. The face was almost a person's face, yet absolutely not. Hollow eyes stared down at me. Eyes that sat too deep in the skull to be human. The creature's cheeks

Frozen

MICHAELA'S POV I swung the branch so hard that I felt something shift painfully in my shoulder. The creature shrieked as the blow connected, its body careening sideways. For one glorious second, hope surged through me. But then the creature staggered back to its feet. Its eyes found mine immediately. If hatred could take physical form, it would have looked exactly like that gaze. The creature bared its teeth. Then it came at me again. Fast. Far too fast. I braced myself, but before I could react, it vanished. My eyes widened. One moment it was charging directly at me. The next, it simply wasn't there. A sharp impact slammed into my back. The force tore a cry from my throat as I was hurled forward. I hit the ground hard. Pain exploded through my body. For a second, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. Couldn't do anything except lie there as agony pulsed through every bruised and battered part of me. The creature was on me. The smell hit first. Rot. Decay. Death.

You look just like her

MICHAELA'S POV I still hadn't recovered from the shock of what I was seeing when I heard footsteps, Soft and measured, approaching where I lay. I couldn't bring myself to move. The forest above remained as eerily silent as ever. No wind. No birds. No distant cries. Nothing but the steady rhythm of footsteps drawing closer. Within moments, my attention shifted completely from the creature hovering above me. Whoever was coming... They were close. My pulse quickened. And then I saw her. I froze. Completely. For a heartbeat, I simply stared. My breath caught. My mind refused to make sense of what my eyes were seeing. Because it couldn't. Recognition came slowly... Then all at once. I had to wonder if I was hallucinating. If the pain, the blood loss, everything I'd endured had finally broken something inside my head. Silence stretched between us. She stood over me, watching with dark, scrutinizing eyes. Eyes I recognized as my stomach dropped. Ice flooded my veins. I knew

Land Marks

DAMON'S POV"Michaela!"My voice cut through the Wilds before disappearing into the endless silence.No answer.I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted again."Michaela!"Nothing.I had long since stopped caring whether calling her name through a forest rumored to be home to creatures older than memory and every bit as deadly as the legends claimed was foolish. If there was even the slightest chance she could hear me...I'd keep shouting until my voice gave out.The silence pressing in around us did little to soothe my nerves.No birds sang overhead.No insects buzzed beneath the tangled undergrowth.Even the wind seemed reluctant to disturb the towering trees.An oppressive stillness hung over the forest, swallowing every sound unfortunate enough to wander into it.I'd heard countless stories about the Northern Wilds. Most had always sounded like little more than frightening tales meant to keep reckless children away.Until Father sent an expedition into the Wilds.None of them

The Forest scar

DAMON'S POV "I know you're still angry." The crunch of leaves beneath my boots filled the silence before my answer. "I am." The admission surprised us both. Rhoda lowered her gaze. "I figured." Another stretch of silence settled between us. "I keep replaying it," she said eventually. "And I've realized it was a terrible move... talking to Soorayah." My jaw tightened. "It was." She gave a small, guilty nod. "I know." For a few moments, neither of us spoke. Then I finally asked the question that had lingered in my mind since that day. "Why?" Rhoda stared ahead. "I thought I was protecting you." "You weren't." "I know that now." "No." I stopped walking. She stopped with me. "You weren't protecting me." I met her eyes. "You were deciding for me." The words landed harder than I'd intended. Rhoda didn't argue. She couldn't. "I know." She swallowed. "I'd spent so many years worrying about you that..." A quiet, humorless laugh escaped her. "I forgot we weren

The Backpack

DAMON'S POVI crouched beside the backpack, staring at it for a long moment before my fingers finally obeyed me.My hands trembled as I tugged it open.Food.A half-empty water flask.A flashlight.Two maps.One new.One so old the edges had begun to fray.And tucked between them...A thick research text.Moonshade and Other Rare Floras.Underneath the test lay another book. I'm about to reach for it when Rhoda speaks."Mason gave her that map," Rhoda murmured quietly as she came to stand beside me.I didn't answer.I couldn't.I closed my eyes for the briefest second, refusing to let my thoughts take shape.Because if this was Michaela's bag...Why was it abandoned here?At the edge of whatever this place was."Do you think she dropped it?" Rhoda asked.Her voice was careful.Too careful.She already knew the answer.I looked at the bag again. It hadn't simply been placed down. The straps were twisted. One buckle had snapped.Dirt clung stubbornly to the fabric as though it'd skidded

utterly Fucked

DAMON'S POV It had been years since I'd last suffered a panic attack. I couldn't even remember how I usually behaved afterward. What I did remember was what triggered them. A particularly bad encounter with Father. Bloodlust. Or nightmares cruel enough to force me through one or both all over again. Recovering from this one, however, left me with a different kind of shock. I hadn't expected it to happen at all. I'd long believed I'd conquered that part of myself. Discovering that I hadn't... Was surprising. And greatly disturbing. But what unsettled me even more than the attack itself... Was what had caused it. At first, I'd convinced myself I needed Michaela purely because the plan required her. That explanation had been convenient. Safe. It was also incomplete. Because sometimes... No. Truthfully, most of the time... I wanted her so badly it physically hurt. The dormant mate bond undoubtedly played a part. But I knew it wasn't just that.

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