Elvira
The footsteps continued, then I heard voices, mocking and familiar. They held a torch light, and I was able to make out of their shadows first—two figures standing tall and confident. Then they step in, the light illuminating the environment. I was in the dungeon leading to the forest. Their golden eyes glint with amusement as they look down at me, shackled and broken at their feet. “E-l-v-i-r-a,” Beta Elijah says, stepping closer, his boots stopping just inches from my trembling hands. "You’re a mess, Elvira." I flinch when he crouches, his fingers brushing a strand of damp hair from my face. His touch is light, almost gentle, but it makes my skin crawl. I don’t want them near me. I force down my revulsion, swallowing back the bile rising in my throat. “Beta Elijah… Beta Eric… please…” Eric snorts. "Please?" He tilts his head, feigning curiosity. "Please what? You think we’ll let you go?" I lift my gaze to him, just to see him smiling. I hated the look on his face. But I can’t fight them, I can’t even stand. I press my palms against the dirt, trying to sit up. My body screams in protest, but I have to try. I have to get out of here. Eric moves faster before I could move, his boot slamming into my ribs. A sharp, agonizing crack echoes through the small space. Pain explodes in my chest. I gasp, my body crumpling back to the floor as a wheezing sob forces its way out of my throat. Elijah sighs dramatically. “You never learn, do you?” "Stupid girl," Eric mutters, crouching beside me. His fingers wrap around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His grip is bruising, sharp nails digging into my skin. His touch disgusts me, but I don’t pull away. I dare not to. "You should’ve just died with Mother," he whispers. His words hit harder than it used to. I should’ve been used to this by now. But I’m not, how could I ? Eric releases my face with a shove, and my head slams against the stone floor. My vision blurs, hot tears slipping down my cheeks as I struggle to breathe through the pain. "Why?" My voice trembles, barely audible . "Why are you doing this to me ?" Eric chuckles. Elijah kneels beside him, eyes gleaming with pure hatred. "You want to see Alpha Deric so badly?" Elijah asks. "You want to tell him that you're his mate not Elyra?" I nod desperately, forcing myself up on trembling arms. "He has to know…he deserves to know the truth." They exchange a look. Then Eric smirks. "Fine," he says smoothly. "We’ll give you a chance." My breath catches. Eric stands, grabbing the keys from his belt. He kneels beside my shackles, unlocks them. The moment the chains fall away, my body sags forward. I was too weak to move, my limbs stiff, my muscles screaming. Eric’s hand grips my chin again, yanking my face toward his. "You can leave," he murmurs. "But there's a catch." I stare at him, my heart pounding. "You have to beat us to the tunnel," Elijah says. My stomach drops. The tunnel, It’s the only exit from the dungeons that leads into the woods, but it’s not far. But I can barely stand. A bitter smile tugs at Elijah’s lips. “If you make it, you’re free. You can go crawling to Alpha Deric and tell him whatever you want.” I know they’re mocking me. I know I can’t outrun them. But this is my only chance. I force myself to move. My hands shake as I push off the ground, my legs barely holding my weight. Everything hurts, but I have to try. I run. Or at least, I try to. I make it two steps before pain erupts in my knee. A sickening crack echoes through the chamber. I don’t understand at first, until I see it. An arrow. A long, wicked arrow buried deep in my knee. I choke on a scream. My leg buckles, blood seeps through it. My body crashes to the floor, dust rising around me as agony floods my senses. Laughter echoes behind me, low, amused, mocking. My head jerks up, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Eric’s still holding the bow, his smirk widening. Elijah steps closer, leaning down. His voice is soft, almost gentle. "You never had the chance, Elvira." Tears streamed down my face. “Please,” I sob. “Please… don’t do this.” Beta Elijah hums. "Still begging? Oh, how I hate when this bitch does this!” He presses a hand against my shoulder, just enough to make my skin crawl. Eric sighs, stepping over me like I’m nothing. He stands at the entrance to the tunnel, tilting his head. “You didn’t even make it halfway.” Beta Elijah clicks his tongue. “Guess we won.” He replied, as if knew I wouldn’t make it. I can’t move. I could barely move from here, I’m weak, I was told I could never shift and this confirms it. Eric lifts his bow again. The second arrow pierces my shoulder. I felt pain. The third arrow hit my side, blood everywhere. I gasp, my vision spinning, darkness creeping in. I don’t want to die like this. At least not here, at least not by their hands. I try to crawl forward, but my body gives out. Maybe… maybe it’s better this way. At least… at least I won’t have to see their faces anymore. My body collapses. Hands grip me, rough and cold. I’m lifted like dead weight, my limbs too weak to resist. Then, I felt something rushing and freezing. The shock steals my last breath as the water pulls me under. My body sinks, the water stealing my last breath. This is how it ends.Elvira I felt water, cold, relentless waves crashing over my body. My lungs burn. My limbs are heavy. Every inch of me is screaming in agony. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, half-submerged, my body battered and bruised. The wounds on my side throb painfully, and I can feel the sickening warmth of infection spreading through my skin. My clothes are torn, soaked with water and blood. I force my eyes open. The environment around me is blurred, my head spinning. A thick mist hovers over the riverbank, shrouding everything in eerie silence. Where am I? How am I still alive? I clutch my rib, where the arrow pierced me. The pain is sharp, but I grit my teeth and push myself up. My limbs shake, but I manage to stand. I need to move. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where to go. But I have to keep moving. I step forward, my bare feet sinking into the damp ground. The forest looms ahead, dark and still. I stagger into it, hoping, praying, that I find a way out of this nightmar
Elvira His presence sucked all the air out of the room. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his dark cloak brushing against the wooden floor. The moment he stepped closer, the elderly woman beside me, who had been silently watching over me, bowed deeply before stepping out without a word. Wait. Bowed? I blinked, glancing between her retreating figure and the Alpha now pacing the room. Why was she bowing? The air in the room shifted, filled with tension. He moved back and forth, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor. He didn’t say a word, just kept pacing, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed. I swallowed hard. Was he... thinking of what to do with me? I pressed myself deeper into the bed, my pulse hammering. This man had saved me from the rogues, but why? What if he regretted it? What if he was trying to decide whether to toss me back outside? Every few steps, he’d glance at me, his silver eyes unreadable. Just say something! The suspense was killing me. Th
Elvira I had never felt water this warm before. It soaked into my skin, easing the knots in my muscles, washing away the filth of what felt like months of suffering. My bruise mark stung a little as I scrubbed myself raw, but I didn’t stop until the water ran murky and my skin was clean. Stepping out, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the bedroom. A fresh tunic and trousers were waiting for me. I dressed quickly, my damp hair sticking to the back of my neck, and I turned to the plate of food left on the small wooden table. I hadn’t realized how starving I was until I took the first bite. The flavors were rich, too good. I ate quickly, barely chewing, forcing myself to finish everything. ‘Eat when you can. You never know when the next meal will come.’ I’d learned that rule long ago. By the time I finished, my stomach ached from how fast I’d eaten, and exhaustion settled deep in my bones. I hesitated before moving toward the bed. It was soft, too foreign. I had
JaxonThe echo of my boots against the polished wooden stairs broke the evening silence as I descended into the main hall. The moon streaming in through the wide windows painted soft lines across the floor, but I barely noticed. My gaze had already found Ronan standing by the corner, speaking in low tones with Kara.Their heads were close. Kara’s expression looked tight, a little too serious for gossip. Ronan's shoulders were drawn, and the moment I stepped off the last stair, Kara’s eyes widened.She bowed quickly and made herself scarce.Something was definitely off.I strode toward Ronan, keeping my steps slow but purposeful. "What’s going on?"Ronan hesitated—never a good sign. His usually sharp tongue now caught in his throat, eyes darting to the side.“Ronan?” I said more firmly.He straightened. “Alpha Jaxon… we just received a message from Alpha Deric.”My body tensed involuntarily at the name. “And?”He exchanged a glance with Kara, who had just entered the hall. I crossed my
JaxonThe moment I left the courtyard, my chest tightened like a knot. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. That silver glow on her hand… it wasn’t just light catching her skin. I saw it. I felt something in my core shift when I touched her. No ordinary wolf radiates magic like that—especially not from Bloodmoon.I waited until the moon slipped halfway across the sky before I called in the oldest member of the healer’s guild—Elder Kael. He walked into my private chamber with a limp in his left knee and that perpetual squint in his eye, but his senses were still sharp.“What troubles you at this hour, Alpha?” he asked, bowing slightly.I folded my arms behind my back. “I need answers… and complete discretion.”Kael raised a brow. “You have it.”I didn’t waste time. “What do you know about a silver glow appearing when physical contact is made? Not from pain, not from shift. Just… a light. Like power coming to the surface.”The old man froze. For a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me, but
Elvira I kept pacing the room, my bare feet dragging across the wooden floor. My thoughts were like a storm that wouldn’t stop. “Spy?” I muttered to myself again, gripping the edge of the dresser for balance. “He really sees me as a spy?” My hands trembled as I pressed them against my temples, willing the panic to stop. This wasn’t just some stupid misunderstanding—this was dangerous. If Alpha Jaxon believed I was a traitor, there was no telling what would come next. “Someone’s setting me up,” I whispered to the silence. “Someone’s feeding him lies.” “I need to leave. I need to leave before it's too late,” I whispered to no one. But where would I go? Back to Bloodmoon? My stepbrothers would kill me before I crossed the border. And if I stayed here, with a pack that already looked at me with suspicion, I wouldn’t last either. I had no one. I rushed toward the bed, pulling at the blanket, searching for something, only to remember: I had come here with nothing. No bag. No c
JaxonShe’s right.Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her here. But I couldn’t leave her out there—half-dead, bruised, and bleeding, for rogues to devour. Whatever she is, she didn’t deserve to die like that.I sat on the chair across from her. Her gaze met mine for a split second, then darted away like a frightened animal. That same caution was in her every move.“Elvira,” I called softly.Her head rose, lips parted slightly. Her eyes, deep, cautious, told me she expected nothing good from this conversation.“Now tell me,” I said, steadying my voice. “What happened to you? Who did this to you?”She didn’t answer. Her silence was like a wall. I studied her, every twitch of her brow, every shift of her hands. She wasn’t just scared. She was protecting something. Or someone.“Whoever did this to you doesn’t have power in my pack,” I said firmly. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”Still nothing. Her eyes moved down to her lap, where her fingers twisted together.“If you tell me the truth
ElviraAs soon as the door shut behind him, I rose from the bed like a ghost rising from still waters. I crept forward, my bare feet silent against the wooden floor. Slowly, I opened the door just wide enough to peek down the stairs.He was still there.Alpha Jaxon’s frame looked heavy with thought as he descended each step, his broad shoulders tight, his movements calm but unreadable. When his form finally disappeared around the bend, I let the door fall shut behind me and rested my forehead against the cool wood.Breathe, Elvira.I turned to the bed and sat on the edge, fingers brushing the bandages on my leg. I gently peeled back the corner, only to find the wound still red, still raw. Why wasn’t it healing? My kind healed in hours—even faster with the Alpha blood in our veins. Something was wrong.Then it clicked. The wolfs-oat…..A sacred herb, Mother Felen had said. Part of the BloodMoon bonding ritual. “Drink it without question,” she’d warned me. “Disobedience will bring shame
Jaxon POVThe morning broke slowly. I hadn’t slept, not a wink. Not after dragging Elvira back from the forest, not after watching the way Kairo looked at her, like she was already his. Like he’d won. Like he’d taken something from me I hadn’t even admitted I wanted.I was pacing my office, jaw tight, heart pounding. Every breath I took only made the pressure in my chest worse. It wasn’t just the council summons that had me on edge, it was the look in Elvira’s eyes when I brought her back last night. That shattered look of hurt and betrayal, like I was the last person she wanted to see. Like I'd failed her.Then came the knock on my door.“Come in”Talon entered after. “They know,” he said simply, closing the door behind him.I turned, my fingers curling into fists. “Already?Who?”“The council,” he replied grimly. “Word spread faster this morning, all most everyone is talking about it. They know she’s the girl from Bloodmoon.”I ran my hand through my hair, cursing under my breath. “H
Jaxon POVI’ve faced wars and betrayals, but nothing—nothing—has ever sent dread crawling up my spine like the realization that Elvira was missing.The air was cold that morning, clouded with fog, and yet the emptiness in her room made everything feel ten degrees colder. Her scent still lingered faintly on the sheets, floral and soft, but there was no sign of her. Her bathroom was empty. Her towel lay discarded on the floor like she’d left in a rush.“Elvira?” I called again, louder this time. Silence.I stormed down the hallway, passing the guards without acknowledging their bows. I checked the courtyard, the inner garden, even the training grounds. Nowhere. Not even a footprint.Where the hell was she?A knot formed in my stomach, tightening with every second. I wasn’t even sure how she became this important, when her absence felt like a physical ache, but now that she was gone, all I wanted was to find her.I rounded the corner to Brielle’s quarters and knocked once before swingin
Elvira POVThe cold night air bit into my skin as I stumbled through the forest, barely aware of my surroundings. My thin robe clung to my damp body, and the chill wasn’t just from the temperature, it was from inside me, from the raw ache pounding at my chest. Each breath I took came out in puffs of fog, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.This was the right thing. The only way.Celina’s words still echoed in my ears like a curse I couldn’t shake off. That truth hit harder than any slap. I wasn’t even angry at him—just... broken. I had fought so hard to be strong, to stay despite everything, just for the hope of a proper conversation with him. Not even affection. Just understanding and clarity. But I never got that. Instead, I got whispered accusations, slammed doors, and now this final blow.I just wanted to disappear. Maybe that’s why I didn’t care that I was barefoot, freezing, and lost.Leaves crackled beneath my feet, twigs scratching at my ankles like claws. A wind howled throu
Elvira POVI woke up to the same unease that had settled over me the past few days, a feeling I couldn’t shake. My mind kept drifting back to Kairo’s words—the ones that had left a deep, aching knot in my chest. The words echoed in my mind. I had no doubts about his sincerity, but I couldn’t deny the deep confusion that sticked to me like a plague.Should I allow him to claim me? He was kind, calm, and direct. I wanted to be close to him, he made me feel eased, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that step. With Kairo, everything felt different, but... I wasn’t sure if it felt right.I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, drying my damp hair with a towel. The soft clink of the wind chimes outside the window did nothing to calm my mind, and as I continued drying my hair, I let out a shaky breath, hoping the morning would bring some clarity. I closed my eyes for a moment, my thoughts lingering on Kairo again. How easy it would be to surrender to him. But was it the right thing
Jaxon POVAfter the maid left my chambers, I sat still, barely blinking. My thoughts were in chaos, as if someone had stirred a hornet’s nest in my mind. The silence was unbearable. But before I could retreat deeper into the pit of my thoughts, a familiar voice called behind me.“Jaxon?”It was Kara. I didn’t turn immediately, hoping she’d take the hint and leave. But Kara was persistent, always had been. Kara and I grew up together, we were like brothers and sisters but she wasn’t my blood she was adopted by my father when her parents was accused of treason in Rivershade pack.“What’s going on with you lately?” she asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been off since the festival.”She reached out, fingers brushing my arm in a gesture that used to comfort me once. I pulled back. “Not now, Kara. I’m not in the mood.”Her hand dropped, and for once, she didn’t argue. She just stood there, staring at me as though searching for something that might’ve been there once. But whatever sign of con
Elvira’s POVThe moment the maid stepped out of Alpha Jaxon’s chambers, I knew something was wrong. Her face was drawn and uncertain, her steps hesitant as she approached me. Brielle had called in sick, leaving me alone to handle everything. I’d hoped maybe, just maybe, I could steal a moment with Alpha Jaxon. Talk to him at least.The maid lowered her gaze. “Lady Elvira,” she said softly, “I’m sorry, but Alpha Jaxon said he doesn’t want to see you.”I blinked. “What? That can’t be true. He—”She cut me off quickly, gently but firmly. “He made it clear he doesn’t want to see you. I’m sorry.”Something splintered inside of me. I nodded slowly, holding back the rising tide of emotions, and turned away.But my heart had already shattered.I didn’t know where I was walking. I just let my legs take me wherever they wanted. Maybe I was hoping the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Maybe if I walked far enough, the pain would reduce.Tears streamed down my cheeks, warm and unrelentin
Jaxon’s POVI stormed into the council chambers, not bothering to knock. My patience was thin, and I needed answers. And there he was.Kairo sat comfortably, too comfortably, with his legs crossed and propped up on the grand mahogany desk like he owned the damn place. His arms were folded behind his head, eyes shut in a smug, infuriating expression of arrogance. The disrespect in his posture made something inside me snap.He opened one eye, smirked.“You’re late,” he said casually.I hissed, turning to Ronan instead, ignoring the bastard for a moment before I did something I’d regret.“Where is the messenger?” I demanded, jaw clenched.Ronan let out a long exhale and lowered his voice. “Alpha Ryn sent in Kairo. He’s the messenger.”I chuckled bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed through the council hall. My fists tightened at my sides. “A very cruel life we live. Is this some kind of sick joke? Has it come to this?”Kairo slowly sat upright, brushing imaginary dust off his lap. “Oh,
Jaxon’s POVI sat at the far end of the balcony, the silence of the night resting heavily on my shoulders. The stars on the sky blinked against me, distant and different. The soft hum of people echoed below—laughter, music, footsteps of festival goers going with joy. But none of it reached me.I stared at my watch. Deric was late. I had sent a message to him in Bloodmoon, asking him to come see me privately.The longer I waited, the more the questions tangled in my head like thorny vines. I felt the shift in the air before I heard the footsteps. I turned to see Deric.He emerged from the darkness, his long coat flaring behind him.“You’re late,” I muttered, not looking at him.“I had matters to attend to,” he replied, tone smooth, laced with a cold expression. We greeted briefly, a nod, a stiff handshake—brothers in name, strangers in times like this.Deric moved closer, leaning against the stone railing beside me. “I heard what happened with Alpha Mira’s… how are you holding up?”I
Elvira's POVThe day two Festival ended, Morrien felt different—quieter, almost empty. The once-lively grounds now echoed only with the distant rustle of trees, as it usually does but tonight, it felt lonelier. I wandered the corridors, my fingers grazing the cool stone walls as I searched for Alpha Jaxon. He hadn’t returned to his chambers after the festival, and a strange worry rosed to my chest. Something about the way he kept pacing, waiting, unsettled me deeply. But it wasn’t just concern for him that pushed me forward, it was guilt. A deep, insistent guilt I couldn’t silence since I overheard Alpha Deric and Ronan talking about the Moonshade dust.What plan had failed? And why did it involve me?I rounded a corner too quickly and collided with a firm chest.“Oh—I’m sorry—” I gasped, stepping back, only to freeze as I looked up into the sharp eyes of Alpha Callan.His expression was unreadable. Cold and detached. His usually golden-brown eyes felt like shards of amber, sharp and