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Fenrir's POV Blood dripped from my knuckles onto the marble floor. The battle had been swift. Brutal. Rogues had ambushed our patrol near the eastern border, thinking they could catch us unprepared. They were wrong but the search continued. "The southern territories have been swept," Nyko said, walking beside me through the corridor. His armor was dented, his face splattered with blood."No sign of her." I said nothing. "The elders grow impatient about the heir." "The elders can wait." Nyko glanced at me. "Xena's father has been making noise. He wants his daughter considered as " "No." The word came out sharper than intended. We walked in silence. My muscles ached, my wounds still healing but the battle had done nothing to quiet the noise in my head. The noise that sounded like her voice. The noise that smelled like jasmine and rain. "This way," I muttered, turning toward my chambers. "You should see the healer first." "Later, I needed to wash the blood from my s

"Say that again." Xena's eyes widened but she didn't back down. She never did. "I said she's not worth it." She crossed her arms, leaning against the leather couch in her father's study. "Come on, Fenrir. We both know this arrangement was temporary. She's a placeholder. A chubby, desperate placeholder who—" Xena stumbled back as I got in her face, my hand slamming against the wall beside her head. The picture frame rattled. Her breath caught. "Finish that sentence." She swallowed. "Fenrir " "Finish it." She'd known me since we were children. She knew the line. She'd just crossed it. "I didn't mean " "You've been running your mouth about her since the day she arrived." My voice was low and Dangerous. "Calling her fat. Calling her useless. Whispering to the other nobles about how I should've chosen you." "Because it's true!" She shoved at my chest, but I didn't move. "I've been by your side for twenty years! I know your moods. I know your favorite meals. I know what you need be

Winora's POV( few minutes before fenrir came) The first thing I felt was fire. It crawled through my veins, slow and deliberate like it wanted me to suffer. My body convulsed, back arching off the mattress, a scream trapped in my throat. Then light……It was Ethereal. The pain vanished as I opened my eyes while gazing at her. She stood at the foot of the bed, her skin shimmered like moonlight as Her eyes were like glowing moons. Above her head, a crescent moon hovered rotating slowly casting pale light across the room. The moon goodness? "You are not meant to die today, child." Her voice was everywhere Inside my head as I opened my mouth but nothing came out. "You've been chosen for something greater than you know." She drifted closer, her bare feet not touching the floor. "The bond you carry…..the one you think is a curse. it is a gift a rare one." My hand moved on its own, reaching for the mark on my collarbone. The place where the mate mark was. The Moon Goddess touche

A knock on the door.I groaned rolling over, pulling the blanket over my head. "Five more minutes," I mumbled. "I swear I'll get up this time."Another knock."I'm awake. I'm awake." I sat up, rubbing my eyes, expecting one of the maids with their usual tray of bland porridge and cold tea. "You can come in."The door creaked open as Nyko stepped inside.I froze.He stood in the doorway, a tray in his hands, looking almost... nervous. His dark hair was tousled, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips."Morning," he said.I blinked. "You're not a maid.""Astute observation." He walked in kicking the door shut behind him, and set the tray on the small table by my bed. "The cook isn't feeling well. So you're stuck with me."I stared at the tray. Fresh bread. Eggs, Fruitand a steaming cup of tea that actually smelled like something."This is..." I trailed off genuinely shocked. "You made this?""Don't sound so surprised." He pulled

I reached for her hand. Her skin was warm and too soft for someone who'd spent hours stitching wounds, who worked herself to the bone in the infirmary while the rest of the pack slept. The small cut on her finger, still fresh, still weeping. She's been working herself to death. The thought hit me harder than it should have. I barely knew her yet here I was holding her hand like it mattered. "You're bleeding," I murmured. "It's nothing." Her voice was flat and dismissive like she'd said those words a thousand times. I turned her hand over while examining the cut, the faint scars on her wrist. What happened to you? The question burned in my throat but I swallowed it. She pulled her hand away before I could ask. "Don't worry it’s nothing. I’m alright no need to," she said. My eyes snapped to hers. "Don't what?" "Don't touch me like that." Like what? Like I cared? Like she was something other than a stranger who happened to share my territory? I stepped closer as she stepped