The mark on my arm pulsed like a second heartbeat—constant, unwanted, and growing stronger with each hour.I stood alone in my room, sleeve rolled up, watching the black ink twist across my skin like it had a purpose. It didn’t stop at my shoulder anymore. It had crept toward my collarbone during the night, inch by inch, like it was hunting something inside me.I hadn’t told anyone.Not yet.Not because I was brave—hell, if anything, I was scared out of my mind. But I needed to understand what this thing was doing to me before the pack decided I was more curse than ally.There was something strange in the pull I felt, like the way a storm builds quietly in your bones. No thunder, no warning—just a slow pressure that doesn't let up. It pointed one direction. East. Toward Ronan’s land.Ronan’s land was off-limits. Everyone said so. Even Kieran, who rarely concerned himself with boundaries. Ronan’s wolves didn’t mix. His territory had its own laws, its own rhythm. People kept their dista
I didn’t sleep when I got back.The ruins had followed me home. I didn’t mean in the literal sense, but the weight of them clung to my skin like damp fog. The way the stone pulsed beneath my hands. The way my name had been spoken like a secret finally unearthed.The mark on my arm had gone quiet—for now. But that wasn’t peace. That was a storm waiting behind a closed door.By sunrise, something in the air had changed. Wolves moved differently, glancing over their shoulders like they expected the sky to fall. The pack felt brittle, held together with too many doubts and not enough trust.I didn’t know it yet, but the Council had already gathered. And they weren’t just talking strategy or land disputes. They were discussing me.Ronan found me in the east hall. I was walking in circles, pretending I wasn’t pacing."They want to see you," he said.I met his eyes. "Who’s they?""The Council. The Elders. Everyone."I sighed. "Of course they do. What now?""They saw something," he replied. "
He was dead the moment he said my name.Not in that casual way, not even with disrespect wrapped in humor. No, the rogue spit it like it was poison. Like I wasn’t standing ten feet away, surrounded by wolves who would tear him apart if Kieran didn’t get there first.And he did.Kieran moved before anyone could stop him. A blur. One second he was standing beside Ronan, arms crossed and quiet, and the next he had the rogue pinned against the concrete wall of the southern barracks."You want to repeat that?" Kieran's voice was low, but not soft. Nothing about him was ever soft.The rogue gasped, clawing at the arm across his throat. "I said she’s the cursed girl. And we all know she’s going to get us killed."I stood frozen, just outside the training yard. I hadn’t meant to overhear. I’d only come out to walk, to clear my head after the Prophet. After the vision. After everything that left me feeling like a ticking bomb with no instructions.Caspian appeared beside me, voice low. "You sh
The cold alpha had cracked.And I was the reason why.I barely slept that night. My thoughts tangled in everything Kieran hadn’t said and all the things he couldn’t hide. I lay in the dark listening to the wind shift outside my window, the steady throb of the mark a quiet thrum beneath my skin. It hadn't grown. It hadn't faded. It was just there. Waiting. Like it knew something I didn’t, like it was counting down.By dawn, I was up. Too restless to stay still, too wired to pretend things hadn’t changed. Not just with Kieran, but with everything. The Prophet's words clung to me like smoke: You will burn the world, or save it.I needed answers. Not more warnings. Not more silence.I found Ronan outside, leaning against the side of the weapons shed, arms crossed, expression unreadable as usual. He didn’t look surprised to see me."You never sleep anymore," he said."Neither do you."He tilted his head in a way that could’ve been agreement. "You’re here for something.""You know what it i
I’d barely pulled my hand from the stone when I felt it—a shift in the air that had nothing to do with the prophecy and everything to do with who had just stepped into the clearing.Caspian.He stood a few feet from the tree line, arms crossed, mouth set in a firm line. His usual calm wasn’t there. Something sharp had taken its place. He wasn’t hiding it."Nice of you to join us," Ronan said without turning.Caspian stepped forward slowly, boots crunching over leaves. "Didn’t realize this was a private ceremony."Ronan raised a brow. "It wasn’t. But it also wasn’t your name written into stone."Caspian looked at me then. Not just looked—he watched. And the way his eyes lingered, the way his jaw shifted slightly like he was trying to hold back words, said more than anything else."Are you okay?" he asked me.I nodded. "Yeah. Just a little... full.""Of what?"I laughed once, dry. "The weight of the future, apparently."He didn’t smile."We should talk," he said, his voice clipped.Rona
They tried to kill me with tea.Of all the ways I’d imagined someone might take a shot at me—fangs, silver, maybe an ambush in the woods—I hadn’t expected a porcelain cup set gently in front of me, steam curling from the rim like a silent dare.The Council meeting was supposed to be routine. A debrief. Ronan said I needed to be more visible now. Present, even if I didn’t speak. So I’d shown up, taken a seat at the long wooden table, and watched the elders argue about land borders and treaty breaches like it was any other day.Then someone slid the cup toward me. Like it was nothing.The smell hit first. Too sharp. Too earthy. There was something bitter under the floral. A note that didn’t belong.I hesitated, fingers barely grazing the handle. Something in me bristled. I didn’t know why.Across the table, Kieran frowned. Caspian stilled. Ronan didn’t look up, but I watched his hand twitch near the edge of the table.I pushed the cup away without touching it."Not thirsty?" Maren asked
Ronan’s lands didn’t call me—they pulled.It wasn’t logic. It wasn’t curiosity. It was something deeper, something I couldn’t name, only feel. Like the mark itself was tugging invisible strings, leading me back to the one place I swore I wouldn’t return to without backup.And still, I went alone.The sky was bruised with the last light of evening as I moved beyond the northern edge of the estate, following the trail I’d memorized. The trees here leaned close, old bark clawed by wind and time. Everything felt sharper. Quieter. Like the forest was holding its breath.I shouldn’t have been there. Not with the Council watching. Not with someone trying to kill me days ago. But I couldn’t stay away. Not after the prophecy. Not after the poison. Not with everything inside me buzzing with questions and no one willing to give answers.When I reached the stone archway half-sunk in vines, I paused. My boots crunched on gravel. My fingers brushed the edges of the seal. It had been dormant last ti
We stood surrounded by open cells, and yet I had never felt more imprisoned by the truth.The weight of what Ronan had shown me pressed into my skin like frostbite. Names carved in stone. Lives erased. All tied to me, to a legacy I hadn’t asked for but couldn’t ignore. I should have left, but my feet wouldn’t move. The silence wasn’t quiet. It pulsed, vibrating in my bones.I turned slowly, finding Ronan still near the far wall. He watched me, but didn’t speak. There were no more words needed here. Not tonight.I climbed the stone steps alone. The torches behind me hissed as I passed, as if the air itself was exhaling the stories finally set free. At the top, I stepped back into the forest, where dusk had surrendered to night.But I wasn’t alone.Caspian stood near the path, arms crossed, his face lit faintly by moonlight. He didn’t flinch when I appeared. He was waiting."I thought you'd come back this way," he said.I raised an eyebrow. "You tracking me now?""No. But when you vanis
If the dart didn’t kill us, the Council might.They arrived before sunrise. Four black cars pulled into the courtyard like sharks circling for blood. No flags. No insignia. Just cold engines and colder eyes behind tinted windows.We were already waiting. Kieran stood like a stone in front of the entrance. Ronan flanked him, arms crossed, unreadable. Caspian, expressionless. Cian... well, Cian looked like he’d rather bite than speak.And me? I stood between them all, the eye of a hurricane no one could seem to outrun.The doors opened. Three wolves stepped out. Two men, one woman. Their movements were too polished, too quiet. Not hunters. Not diplomats. Trained. Observant. Silent.Spies.The woman led. Jet-black hair pulled into a severe braid. Gray eyes. Sharp chin. She wore her authority like armor. "I’m Envoy Myra Vale," she said. "These are my associates, Dren and Kal. The Council has authorized a full internal review."Kieran didn’t move. "We didn’t ask for oversight.""You don’t
They didn’t go for me this time. They went for Ronan.We were barely five minutes into a strategy briefing when the windows blew in. One second we were arguing over guard rotations and safe room locations, the next—shattered glass and a hiss of air cut the room in half.Glass sprayed the floor, slicing the already thick tension in the room. A flash of silver cut through the air—a dart, thin and sharp, meant to be silent. Meant to be lethal. It struck the wall inches from Ronan’s head, the wood hissing where the metal sank in. A breath closer and he would’ve been dead.He didn’t flinch. That was what chilled me. Not the attack itself—we’d seen worse. But the way Ronan stared at the dart like it wasn’t even meant for him. As if death trying to shake his hand was just another boring meeting to endure.His eyes shifted slowly to the wall, to the shattered glass, then to me. Calm. Calculated."They’re escalating," he said. Just like that.Kieran was already at the broken window in seconds,
Sometimes, betrayal doesn’t come with a knife. Sometimes, it looks you in the eyes and says it loves you.The aftermath of the failed assassination attempt hung over the estate like fog. Heavy. Suffocating. No one said the word traitor out loud anymore, but it was in every glance, every unspoken pause between breaths. Trust had become currency—scarce, precious, unstable.We didn’t leave the main house. Not really. We lingered in shared spaces, feigned casual meals, over-guarded hallways. Everything was tense. Overcooked. I felt it every time one Alpha walked past another and didn’t speak. Our closeness had been burned through, and all that remained was the husk of what used to feel like unity.Caspian had taken to keeping records. A running list of patrols, guard shifts, item inventories, names. He wasn’t sleeping much. I passed by his study once in the middle of the night and saw him sitting with ink-stained hands, his jaw clenched as he scribbled notes like they were the only things
Trust is easy to offer until you realize you might be offering it to the one holding the blade.The bond had settled—but something about the quiet that followed made my skin itch. Not the kind of silence that came with peace. No. This was the kind that waited. Watched. The kind that tasted like betrayal on the back of your tongue before anyone said a word.By morning, the household moved differently. Tighter formations. More eyes on doors. More whispers. Word had spread that the bond had fully formed. No one said it aloud, but I saw it in their posture. Awe laced with fear. They didn’t know what it meant yet, and neither did I.The Alphas tried to act normal. Ronan made tea like he always did, though his grip on the cup was a fraction too tight. Caspian took his notes in the study, his pen never pausing even as his eyes flicked toward every sound. Cian sparred alone in the training yard like he could punch the anxiety out of his system. Kieran patrolled the grounds, eyes sharp, moveme
I woke with a name burning on my tongue—but when I tried to say it, it dissolved like ash.It clung to the edge of my thoughts, slippery and cruel. I sat upright, lungs heaving as if I’d surfaced from deep underwater. My sheets clung to me, damp and tangled, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if the sweat was from the vision or the panic that came after. I tried to hold on to the name, to trace the sound of it in my mind. But it vanished, like all the rest.Only one truth remained: the bond wasn’t waiting anymore. It was here.I dressed in silence, every movement slow, deliberate. My limbs were sore, my skin hypersensitive. The floor felt too cold, the air too sharp, my thoughts too loud. Something inside me had shifted. A storm brewing under my skin. The kind you didn’t outrun—the kind you endured.When I stepped into the hall, Ronan was waiting like he had been there for hours."It’s happening, isn’t it?" he asked. He didn’t blink.I nodded, rubbing my arms. "Too fast. Too hard. It doe
There are some dreams that feel more real than waking.When I finally drifted off after a long night of circling thoughts and second-guessing, the vision didn’t creep in—it slammed into me. No subtle whispers this time. No soft warnings. Just fire.It blazed in every direction, licking the walls of a circle drawn with blood. Symbols writhed across the ground like snakes, twisting and reshaping with every second. My bare feet stood at the center, stained red, breath hitching as power coiled around my ankles. The air pressed in from all sides, heavy and ancient and thick with meaning I didn’t understand but somehow knew mattered.Across the circle stood a figure, hooded, arms raised. They chanted words I didn’t recognize, but my bones understood. Words that called for sacrifice.And in the middle of the fire, suspended and bleeding, one of the Alphas hung by chains of light.His face was obscured—blurred like someone had smeared him with smoke. But I knew. Deep down, I knew.If I didn’t
Monsters rarely wore masks. The best ones wore familiar faces.By the time I got back to my quarters, the fire in my chest had turned into something else—a slow, quiet rage that curled up next to my bones like it belonged there. The others hadn’t noticed I was gone until I reappeared in the council hall just before dawn, Caspian behind me, the journal clutched to my chest like a weapon.I didn’t sleep that night. I tried. But sleep only teased, like a cruel friend brushing past my shoulder and disappearing before I could reach. I stared at the ceiling for hours, my body exhausted, my mind wide awake.When I finally closed my eyes, the vision came.It started with darkness, thick and absolute. But this wasn’t the kind that swallowed you whole. It was alive. Breathing. It pulsed with something ancient and watching.Then came the sound. Whispered words I couldn’t make out at first, like they were being spoken underwater. I turned in the vision, searching for something, anything. The air
I thought the worst truth was not knowing. I was wrong.It was knowing, finally, and realizing the silence had been safer.The morning after Caspian's claim, after Kieran’s retreat and his near-surrender to something that looked like compromise, I needed clarity. Not from the Alphas. Not from prophecy. From my own cursed past.I slipped out before dawn, leaving a note behind so they wouldn’t tear the territory apart looking for me. The forest was quiet, heavy with dew and old magic. My boots crunched over undergrowth, and every step toward the hidden archives felt like trudging through molasses. Each breath I took felt heavier than the last, like the truth was a stone tied to my ribs. The quiet was welcome and suffocating at once.Ronan had once told me about the sealed records. The ones that didn’t make it into the Council's official archives. The ones buried beneath stone and spell and time. He hadn’t said I couldn’t go there. But he hadn’t exactly handed me a key either.I used the
It didn’t feel like freedom. Not yet.Knowing I had a choice was one thing. Knowing what to do with it was something else entirely. My whole life had been about surviving what came at me, not deciding who I wanted to be. And standing between four Alphas who would bleed for me? That wasn’t power. That was pressure. Immense. Suffocating. Some days, I couldn’t breathe under it.The wind bit as we rode back into the compound, and I felt raw. Like the scroll had peeled back something inside me and left it exposed to the world. I kept running the seer's words over in my head: the hand that breaks or the one that weaves. But what if both hands were mine? What if I wove something only to watch it tear apart anyway?Kieran dismounted first, silent as always when his thoughts turned sharp. Ronan gave me a look that lingered, the kind that didn’t press for answers but knew they were coming. Cian stretched his arms with a grunt, already asking someone for food. And Caspian—He didn’t say anything