Kaelan’s breath came out in steady puffs of fog as he moved through the forest, his boots crunching against the frosted ground. The cold didn’t bother him—it never had—but tonight, it felt sharper, biting through his skin as if it could sense his desperation. His senses were dulled, not as sharp as they used to be without his wolf’s power, but he pushed forward anyway. He didn’t care that he was weaker now. He didn’t care that Zane had every advantage.Rhea was out there, and she needed him.The thought of her—alone, afraid, in Zane’s grasp—sent fire through his veins, driving him forward. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he replayed the last words Zane had spat at him."You can’t even protect the one person you care about."Kaelan growled under his breath, his jaw tightening. He wouldn’t let Zane win. Not this time.Rhea’s eyes flickered open to darkness. Her head throbbed, and her wrists ached from the rough rope binding her hands together. She shifted slightly, her muscl
Kaelan bared his teeth, his growl deepening. "You wanted a fight, Zane," he snarled, his voice a guttural rumble. "Now you’ve got one." And with that, he lunged. Zane anticipated the movement, sidestepping just in time as Kaelan’s claws slashed the air where his chest had been moments before. The two men collided again, Zane’s brute strength meeting Kaelan’s relentless fury. The sound of fists hitting flesh, grunts, and growls reverberated through the dark forest clearing, lit only by the eerie glow of the moonlight. "You’re pathetic," Zane taunted, shoving Kaelan backward. "A wolf who can’t even shift. A man who’s been stripped of everything. You think you’re some kind of hero now?" Kaelan wiped the blood from his mouth and straightened, his eyes blazing with fury. His chest heaved, his breath visible in the cold night air. "I don’t need to shift to take you down." But Zane only laughed, his confidence radiating as he closed the distance between them. "You’re nothing withou
“Kaelan,” Rhea’s voice was sharp as she stepped into the cabin, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “You need to tell me the truth. What did Zane mean when he called me your ‘soul bond’?”Kaelan froze mid-step, his broad shoulders tense as he stood by the window, staring out into the dark forest. The moonlight illuminated his face, but there was a storm brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t turn to face her immediately, and the silence stretched between them like a taut rope, ready to snap.“Rhea, it’s… complicated,” he finally said, his voice low, almost gravelly. “That’s not an answer,” she shot back, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “You’ve been keeping secrets since the day we met, Kaelan. I’ve given you time, I’ve tried to trust you, but this—this is too much. I deserve to know what’s going on.”Kaelan turned to her then, his expression a mixture of guilt and determination. “You’re right. You do deserve to know. But I don’t have all the answers, Rhea. Not abo
“The source of the imbalance must be found,” Eryon repeated, her voice a low, haunting echo in the stillness of the chamber. Her ancient eyes bore into Kaelan’s with such intensity that he fought the instinct to step back. “And you must decide, Kaelan, what kind of man—what kind of wolf—you wish to be.” As her words lingered like a storm cloud, Rhea reached for Kaelan’s hand, her fingers trembling slightly but determined. His hand, rough and scarred, remained still in hers for a heartbeat too long before he finally curled his fingers around hers. The warmth of her touch grounded him, but his jaw clenched tightly, his thoughts a vortex of guilt, fear, and defiance. “What does it even mean?” Kaelan’s voice was low, almost a growl. “What kind of wolf I wish to be? I have no pack. No strength. And I—” He stopped, his throat tightening around the words. “You have me,” Rhea interrupted softly, but her words carried a sharpness that made Kaelan look at her. Her eyes, though laced with
Kaelan’s legs moved before his brain caught up with the decision. He closed the distance between himself and Rhea, his boots crunching on the forest floor as he caught up to her. “You don’t get to just walk away like that,” he said, his voice taut with frustration. Rhea didn’t stop. “Why not? You seem perfectly fine letting me do all the emotional heavy lifting, Kaelan. Figure it out on your own, remember?” Kaelan let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean—” Rhea spun around so fast he almost walked straight into her. “Yes, you did!” Her eyes flashed with anger, but beneath the fire was something softer—something raw. “You meant it, Kaelan. You don’t want this bond, you don’t want me, and you sure as hell don’t want to deal with the fact that we’re in this together whether you like it or not.” Kaelan opened his mouth to argue, but the words caught in his throat. Because she was right. At least, partly. He didn’t know how to want this. Didn’t know
The crackling fire was the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Sparks danced upward, disappearing into the night sky like fleeting hopes. Kaelan sat rigid, his eyes locked on the flames, their flickering glow reflecting the turmoil in his heart. He wanted to believe Rhea’s words, her quiet voice from moments before still lingering in his memory. But as the heat from the fire warmed his skin, the icy dread in his chest refused to thaw.Because deep down, he wasn’t sure she was right.“Kaelan.” Rhea's voice broke through his thoughts, soft but insistent. She stood beside him, her arms crossed, a frown etched on her face. "You’re doing it again."“Doing what?” His voice was low, gruff, as though it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken fears.“Shutting me out.” She dropped her arms and stepped closer, her tone softening. “I know that look. You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”Kaelan’s jaw tightened. He didn’t need to ask who she meant. Zane. The name alone was enough to s
“Run!” Kaelan’s voice was sharp, urgent, cutting through the chaos like a blade. His grip on Rhea’s hand was firm, almost bruising, as he dragged her through the dense forest. The sound of howls and heavy footfalls echoed behind them, growing louder by the second. The night was alive with danger, the shadows moving as if they were hunting them too.Rhea stumbled, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep up. “Kaelan, we can’t just keep running!” she gasped, her voice laced with panic.“We don’t have a choice!” he snapped, not slowing his pace. “If we stop now, it’s over.”The trees seemed to close in around them, their branches clawing at their clothes and skin. The air smelled of damp earth and danger, and every instinct in Kaelan’s body screamed at him to protect Rhea at all costs. But the pack was relentless, and he knew they wouldn’t let up until they had what they wanted—or until they were dead.Suddenly, Kaelan skidded to a stop, jerking Rhea behind a large tree. He pressed his
“What happens now?” she asked, her voice barely audible.Kaelan didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on hers. And in that moment, she realized that the battle wasn’t over—not yet.“Kaelan,” Rhea pressed, her tone firmer this time, though her trembling hands betrayed her unease. “What are you not telling me?” He let out a slow exhale, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a heavy chain. His dark eyes, once sharp with confidence, now shimmered with hesitation. “There’s more to this,” he admitted quietly, his voice carrying a gravelly edge. “The Hati Bulan didn’t just reveal our connection. It... warned me about what’s to come.”Rhea’s brow furrowed as she stepped back, putting some distance between them. “Warned you? About what?” Kaelan hesitated. He looked away, his jaw tightening. Words fought to surface, but he bit them back, as if saying them aloud would make the weight of the truth unbearable. “It spoke of a sacrifice,” he finally muttered, his v
A hush fell over the pack. Rhea’s fingers curled into a fist at her side, but she said nothing. She knew this was Kaelan’s battle to fight—not with claws, not with strength, but with the truth.Kaelan exhaled slowly, his voice even but firm. “Because I’m not the same Alpha I was.”Garrick scoffed, arms crossed over his chest. “Words mean nothing. Zane is gone, but what stops you from turning into him?”The weight of the question pressed against Kaelan’s ribs. It was a fair challenge, one he would have once met with violence. But not now.He took a step forward, his gaze unwavering. “You do.”Murmurs rippled through the pack. Garrick’s brow furrowed.Kaelan continued, his voice carrying strength without intimidation. “All of you. This pack is not mine to control. It is ours to build.” He glanced at Rhea, then back at the faces before him. “I have made mistakes. More than I can count. But I will not repeat them.”Garrick studied him, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. Then, after a l
"You have to let me do this, Kaelan."Rhea’s voice cut through the howling winds, her hands trembling as she traced glowing sigils in the air. The ancient power coursing through her veins crackled like a storm contained within flesh, her body a conduit for something far greater than she was ever meant to bear. Her skin had paled, veins darkening with the creeping corruption of the Elder Wolf’s essence.Kaelan’s grip on his bloodstained sword tightened. "No. There has to be another way." His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, his muscles burning from the relentless battle. Around them, the remnants of the cult still writhed in the aftermath of the ritual, their forms twisting in agony as the fragment of the Elder Wolf flickered, struggling to maintain its hold on the physical plane."There isn’t," Rhea gasped, barely holding herself upright. "If we don't finish this now, it will return stronger. You know that."Kaelan's jaw clenched. He knew she was right. The fragment had already pu
The clash of claws and steel roared across the valley like an unstoppable storm. Kaelan ducked under a sweeping blade, his instincts razor-sharp as he drove his claws into a cultist’s chest. The man let out a strangled gasp before crumpling, lifeless. A grim satisfaction surged through Kaelan, but there was no time for celebration. The battle was just beginning, and the stakes had never been higher.“Push forward!” Kaelan bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos that enveloped them. This was not just a fight for survival; it was a fight for the very soul of their land. The air was thick with the acrid scent of blood and sweat, mingling with the pungent aroma of burnt offerings that the cultists had laid in their dark rituals. The remnants of Alaric’s forces, battered but determined, surged ahead alongside Kaelan’s pack and their allies, a motley crew of warriors united by a common cause.The sacred site had been desecrated, its once-pristine ground now drenched in blood, illumina
"This is insane, Rhea!"Kaelan's voice was rough with frustration, his fists clenched at his sides. His normally guarded expression was stripped bare—raw concern etched into the tense line of his jaw.Across the dimly lit chamber, Rhea stood her ground. Her hands trembled, but she didn't step back. Not this time. Not when she had finally found a way to end this nightmare."It's the only way," she said evenly.Kaelan exhaled sharply. "No. We find another way.""There is no other way!" Rhea snapped, her patience thinning. "I've read the texts over and over. If we don't sever the connection before the ritual, the Elder Wolf will fully awaken. We can't let that happen."Kaelan paced like a caged animal, his shoulders taut with restrained energy. He raked a hand through his dark hair before fixing her with a hard stare."And your solution is to sacrifice yourself? That's what you're saying, isn't it?" His voice was quieter now, but no less intense.Rhea’s throat tightened. She had expected
"We are running out of time."Kaelan’s voice cut through the tense air, and the gathered werewolves straightened. The fire in the center of the meeting ground flickered, casting shifting shadows over the hardened warriors, healers, and scouts who had come to listen.“We barely survived last night,” he continued, stepping forward. His piercing gaze locked onto each pack member. “And the Elder Wolf is still out there. You all saw what it did. You felt it.”A low murmur swept through the crowd. The wounds from their last encounter were still fresh. Some bore visible scars—claw marks across chests, bandaged arms, bruised faces—but the worst wounds were unseen. The fear. The doubt. The knowledge that they had faced something beyond any Alpha’s strength.Kaelan inhaled sharply. “I won’t lie to you. We are facing a power that even our ancestors feared. But we will not let that fear break us.” His voice was steady, commanding. “This is our land. Our home. And we will fight to the last breath
"This isn't just a ritual site. This is a warning."Kaelan’s voice was edged with restrained fury as he surveyed the grotesque display before them. The clearing was littered with symbols scorched into the earth—runes older than any known werewolf script. The stench of blood and decay clung to the air, thick and suffocating. At the center of it all, a massive carcass of a stag lay in a grotesque offering, its ribcage splayed open, organs meticulously removed."They've been busy," Torin muttered, stepping beside Kaelan. "This isn’t just some rogue cult playing with forbidden magic. They knew exactly what they were doing."Alaric’s remnants, now part of the fractured pack, stood in uneasy formation. Some of them muttered under their breath, unease rippling through their ranks like a cold wind. The alliance was already fragile—this only worsened the tension.Rhea tightened her grip on her dagger. She had seen death before, but something about this ritual site set her on edge. The symbols…
"Kaelan." Torin’s tone was measured, but there was no mistaking the wariness in it. His fingers twitched at his sides, a wolf barely restraining its instincts. For a moment, neither leader moved. Then, Torin’s gaze shifted to Rhea, who stood just behind Kaelan’s right shoulder."You’re the one who called for this meeting," Torin noted, his expression unreadable."I am," Rhea confirmed, stepping forward. "Because I believe this fight is bigger than whatever grudges remain between us."Torin let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Grudges? That’s putting it lightly."Kaelan bristled. "If you're just here to revisit the past, save your breath."Torin's expression hardened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he glanced back at his own people. One of them—a younger woman with dark braids and wary eyes—gave a barely perceptible nod.Torin exhaled. "We’ve seen the movements near the old border. We know the kind of threat you’re talking about. And we know we’re not strong enough to take t
The patrol burst through the main gates, breathless and bloodied."Alpha!" Jareth called, urgency laced in his voice. "You need to see this."Kaelan was already moving before Jareth had finished speaking. The sight of his warriors returning in such a state sent ice through his veins. He met them at the center of the village, where torchlight flickered against their mud-streaked faces."What happened?" he demanded.Jareth swallowed hard. "We found something… unsettling. Near the eastern border."Rhea appeared beside Kaelan, her presence a quiet strength. "What do you mean, unsettling?"Jareth hesitated. His fingers twitched at his side, and Kaelan didn't miss the faint tremor in them."Show me," Kaelan ordered.The eastern border was shrouded in thick mist, the towering trees casting twisted shadows under the moonlight. The scent of damp earth mixed with something sharper, something wrong."Here," Jareth said, stopping near a clearing.Kaelan's gaze landed on the markings first. Dark s
This isn't over, Kaelan."Kaelan’s fingers clenched around the armrest of his chair. Zane’s last words still echoed in his mind, a ghost refusing to be exorcized. Even in defeat, the bastard had found a way to haunt him. The village had begun to rebuild, but the scars—both seen and unseen—would take far longer to heal.Rhea sat across from him, her hands curled around a warm mug, eyes distant. The dim candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows on the walls of their shared home. For the first time in a long while, Kaelan didn’t feel the weight of solitude pressing against his chest. And yet, the silence between them now felt heavier than ever.“You’re brooding again,” Rhea murmured, taking a sip of her tea.Kaelan exhaled sharply. “I’m thinking.”She arched a brow. “Same thing.”His lips twitched, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t believe Zane is truly gone, do you?”Rhea’s grip tightened around the mug. “He didn’t die with regret. He died with vengeance in his e