Elena's point of view.Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, Elizabeth sips her fresh, steaming tea and begins, "There are four Elder Blood packs on the continent—the four original Alpha bloodlines. VuK., Gold, Zander, Barsek." You know Alexa, Vanda's sister is mated to Alpha Gold? Elizabeth asked me and I nodded."Right, well, Vanda's grandfather, Rou VuK, hated the other Elder Blood Alphas and thought the whole thing was beneath him. He thought VuK's bloodline was above the other Elder Blood packs because VuK was technically the oldest, and he thought the younger packs were trying to equalize VuK's bloodline with them. As Rou aged, he only became more furious at the whole idea of the Elder's Blood packs, calling them phonies and whatnot, so he forfeited the title."Elizabeth continues as I'm hanging on the edge of my seat. "So, when VuK gave up their title, Alpha Walter—the fifth oldest—made a claim to it, and the Elder Blood packs, offended by Rou was gaven to Walter. Rou w
Elena's point of view.Kane's blood dries on my skin, the thin splatters cracking, and the thicker streaks matting my hair. I slump against the front door as the house cools around me, my mind an inferno of chaos. Sorting through my thoughts feels like trying to sift through burning embers, so I let the turmoil rage on, hoping it will burn itself out.Goosebumps spread across my arms, crawling upward from my wrists, a visceral reaction that anchors me to the moment. Amid the storm in my head, one realization claws its way forward: the shattered window. I’m exposed.Pushing off the door, I stagger to the couch, where Elizabeth left the upstairs duvet. My body feels boneless as I drape the blanket over myself, covering my nudity. After running for my life, the blanket feels as heavy as lead.Elizabeth.I part my lips to call her name in the eerie emptiness of the house, but the sound dies in my throat when I hear the rhythmic pounding of wolf paws outside. The sound stabs through me lik
Elena's point of view.I'm paralyzed in the archway, hearing only snippets, sounds, and nothing comprehensible from the study beyond the living room. Nervous sparks travel throughout my fingers and palms and up my arms.What is Vanda telling Charles? That none of it is true—that Alex is mistaken?I could handle my parents' betrayal, and my sister's when she told Mark my secret, but I don't know what to do about the betrayal of my own body—of the bond in my chest that, like my veins, travels, winds, and pumps something like blood throughout me. The Goddess' gift.Again, I find myself questioning why she gave me this matehood. A gift... I clench my jaw, my heart aching.The front door sits just over my shoulder. I peer down at my robe, knowing I can't go out there and search for Elizabeth dressed like this, so I detour. I slip upstairs into the bedroom and jerk a shirt and pair of pants off their hangers in the closet. As rapidly as possible, I shrug off the robe and put on clean underw
Elena's point of view.Vanda’s grip on my hips is unyielding as he drags me to the edge of the mattress. He stands tall between my legs, as bare as he was when stepping out of the shower. I reach for him, wanting to close the distance between us, and he leans forward, hovering close enough for our lips to almost touch. But before we connect, I feel him elsewhere, and my stomach tenses in anticipation. He’s going to—My eyes snap open, and I find my face pressed deep into the pillow. Lifting my head and shoulders, I prop myself up on one elbow. Vanda’s side of the bed is empty, and the sunlight filters through the shutters in thin rays. Reality sets in—he’s gone to see to Kane's territory for the day.The dream lingers in my mind, fading with each second, leaving me frustrated. Why couldn’t I stay asleep a little longer? In reality, things between Vanda and me are strained, and the idea of mating feels like a distant dream. But in my sleep, at least, I can hold onto my fantasies—they’r
Elena's point of view.Half an hour before sunset, people enter the pack house, and the unforgettable scent of my sister sends me hurtling to the foyer. Serena is there, stepping out of her shoes meekly next to my mate. The sense of gratitude and relief that overcomes me is so powerful I stop in my tracks—my eyes become wet and my chest vibrates—and then I see my mother.All of my excitement snuffs.The two women maneuver awkwardly around Vanda, but Serena catches sight of me in the hallway ahead, and she seems to forget he's there.Serena looks dehydrated, exhausted, and puffy-eyed, but her lips flitch a sort of smile as she comes to me. She brings her arms weakly around me and rests her head on my shoulder. My tear ducts become so full just a single blink will do me in. I hug her back."Hey," I coo.Serena's body shudders, pushing a quiet sob out of her throat. Mom watches Serena with a straight face, bothered by Vanda's presence as she side-eyes him, her arms crossed."Let's sit do
Elena's point of view.I yearn to say that only Serena was wanted here and all of this was supposed to be for her, but I press my lips together and will my outburst back down my throat. "If anything runs out, we can always get more," I say hospitably.Mom gives no sign of approval. She beckons Serena to open the door, and Serena promptly obliges, holding it for her as she steps out. Elizabeth and I pass through next with our arms full, and once everyone has cleared, Serena shuts the door. Her mouth opens, but she's suddenly distracted by a wolf rounding the corner from behind the house."They're just guarding," I attest.She gives a look that she's relaxed, but her body remains stiff. "Oh, okay."We start along the path with Elizabeth and I in the lead. Serena walks beside Mom, but she speeds up and joins me at my side."I can carry some of that," she offers.I hand her the basket of produce from the gardens. "Thanks.""Elizabeth?" Serena extends her offer.Elizabeth peers over, not e
Elena's point of view.At exactly ten o'clock, I leave Elizabeth at the packhouse and retrace the path we took yesterday to my mom and Serena's guest house. The weather, still on its downward spiral, is cooler and darker now that summer is officially behind us. Heavy clouds drift lazily overhead, and even in their breaks, no sunlight shines through. The horizon holds no promise of brighter skies; if anything, it looks like rain will come before the hour is out.The sky isn’t the only gray thing about this morning. I woke up frustrated in my empty bed, the same recurring dream pulling me out of sleep. Unsurprisingly, Vanda never came home, and his scent is fading from our room again.But my frustration with that dream pales in comparison to the growing distance between me and my mate. It’s a rift I’ve feared for some time now, ever since our last quiet spell. I know my reaction to Vanda's decisions about the war is fueling this divide, but I can't just shift my perspective on violence
Elena's point of view."You're his mate?"Ben nods, void of his usual cheerful aura.I unconsciously step back and place my hands on my hips. "I'm supposed to say things to you, but I—I didn't think it'd be you. I'm supposed to be talking to some random person.""Is she inside? What is she doing?" Ben asks, understandably unconcerned with my dilemma. He looks past me and through the open front door."I'm trying to calm Serena down. I told her I would wait out here for her mate so I could tell them..." I gather myself, forcing my enclosing thoughts away. "Ben, she just lost her mate Mark two days ago. Being mated again so suddenly is really freaking her out—she doesn't know what to do.""Her mate died?" Ben pulls back, this time having heard me. "I—I forgot you said she's mated—was mated—and I didn't... These circumstances...""It's a delicate situation.""He... two days ago?"I nod. "She needs time."Ben laughs somewhat nervously. "What is the Goddess thinking anymore? She can't be. W
As Elizabeth and I sit at the kitchen table, reviewing our latest gift deliveries, we reflect on the positive feedback we've received."I think people really appreciate the flowers," I say thoughtfully.Elizabeth nods. "I agree; they add a nice touch.""And when Tamara showed her daughter the teddy bear we added to their basket, my heart just melted.""That was such a sweet moment," Elizabeth agrees, glancing up from our notes.With our work for the day completed, we lounge comfortably, going over ideas for improving our gifts."Do you think we should change anything?" I ask, leaning over to peek at the notepad. "It feels like we're close to having a solid routine.""I think we should fill out the flower arrangements a little more, and then we’ll be all set.""Sounds—"Before I can finish, the front door swings open, and the sharp voices of Vanda and Charles clash in the hallway."He got hurt because he's still recovering from a dislocated shoulder! He shouldn’t have been put against
Charles greetee us with a polite "Good morning, Luna, Alpha," as he moves to the chair across from mine.Sensing the tension thick in the air, I offer a reassuring smile and shift my chair slightly closer. "No one else is here yet. You don’t have to call me Luna.""Just getting into the habit," he says with a small smirk.The unease between him and Charles is unmistakable. Rather than longtime friends working through their differences, they seem more like distant acquaintances forced to tolerate each other. Vanda had mentioned last night that they had settled things—to some degree—but judging by their stiff interactions, it was purely a professional truce rather than the personal reconciliation I had hoped for."We were just at Rose’s," I say deliberately, keeping my voice light. "I’m officially pregnant."Charles’ rigid demeanor softens slightly. His gaze flicks toward Vanda, who meets his eyes with an unreadable expression."Congratulations," Charles finally says, turning to me. "T
Elena's point of view."Alpha, Luna, come in, come in."Rose’s voice is warm, her outstretched hand beckoning us into the safety of her home. The wind outside howls like a wounded beast, whipping through the pack lands, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and brittle leaves. The trees groan as their branches are bent and stripped, surrendering to the season’s merciless grip. The forest, once a golden canopy, is fading into skeletal silhouettes against an iron-gray sky.I hesitate for a moment, tilting my chin up to the heavens. The clouds are heavy, swollen with the promise of rain, and I hope it holds off until Elizabeth and I finish delivering the remaining baskets.Vanda is right behind me, stepping in swiftly and pulling the door shut. The second it clicks into place, the outside world is muffled, leaving only the crackling of a fire and the rich scent of herbs lingering in the air."That wrist of yours," Rose says, eyes narrowing as she sets her hands on her hips. "Tell me i
By the time Vanda returns, I’ve already checked all the doors and turned off most of the downstairs lights, leaving only the staircase chandelier glowing softly. As I stand in the bathroom, scrutinizing my reflection, I try to imagine how my body will change over the coming months. So far, the changes are almost nonexistent—just a shift in my scent, something only Vanda and a few others have noticed. It doesn’t feel real yet. I crave tangible proof, something undeniable to remind me that a new life is growing inside me.The sound of footsteps on the stairs pulls me from my thoughts. I straighten just as Vanda appears in the open doorway, his expression unreadable, exhaustion dulling his sharp features. He loosens his tie, his movements slow and deliberate, scanning the room as if lost in thought."H-how was it with Charles?" I ask, hesitating, not wanting to push too hard."It was… alright," he finally says, though the stiffness in his shoulders suggests otherwise. "We couldn’t agree
Elena's point of view.As Charles and I approach the study, a wave of anxiety clenches my chest. The heavy doors are closed, a clear indication that Vanda doesn’t want to be disturbed. But Charles doesn’t care. Without hesitation, he pushes one of the doors open and guides me inside with a firm hand hovering just behind my back.Vanda stands behind his desk, his hands planted on the polished wood, his expression caught between amusement and irritation. He bows his head for a brief moment before straightening, his sharp gaze locking onto Charles."I thought Elena would like to be part of this conversation," Charles states, stepping beside me.Vanda exhales sharply, crossing his arms. "Of course, you’d think that," he mutters.My eyes drift toward the glass sitting on Vanda’s desk, the decanter nearby waiting to fill it. Exhaustion and fury simmer beneath his composed exterior, his thirst for vengeance barely contained. The weight of everything that has happened still lingers in his pos
I wake up alone, just as I went to bed, and it’s clear that Vanda never came home last night. I lie in bed for a while, lost in thought about my body and the changes that are inevitably coming. Eventually, I push back the covers and head downstairs, finding Elizabeth already seated in the kitchen, sipping tea. Her tight-lipped smile as I join her makes me feel a little lighter."Any news since I left yesterday?" she asks, wrapping her hands around her mug.I take a seat across from her. "Unexpected news.""Unexpected? So Vanda didn’t mention anything about you being pregnant?""I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed the shift in my scent yet. He seemed... distracted. It was like he was trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check, not to let his feelings about Alex slip. And then he started talking about this whole situation with Alpha Gold—it’s only adding to the chaos."Elizabeth frowns. "Alpha Gold?""Vanda thinks Alpha Gold wasn’t actually unable to come here because of Alexa being
Elena's point of view. Back to the present Silence fills the safe room. Charles grips the doorway, staring at the floor, while Elizabeth steps away and turns to face me."Alex is dead?"I struggle to find words. I had spoken to Alex just this morning when he stopped by the packhouse to pick up Vanda’s Wolfsbane. He had even congratulated me. I never worried much about him or Charles in battle. I trusted Vanda to watch over them, but this time, Vanda wasn't there. Somehow, Alpha Walter had discovered his absence and used it to strike when we were most vulnerable."Where’s Vanda?" I ask, breaking the silence. "Does he know?"Charles looks up. "He knows. I told him, and he went after the retreating warriors. He’s hunting down Alpha Walter—he wants revenge."Elizabeth sighs. "I'm sorry."Charles takes a deep breath. "It’s safe to go back to the packhouse. They never managed to infiltrate."Elizabeth waves Serena and Ben over."So, he went after them alone?" I ask Charles as I step out o
Vanda's point of view It was close to midnight when the mate bond struck me unexpectedly. I was in my study, going over the quarterly pack reports, trying to keep my mind occupied under the new moon. Work was supposed to be a distraction from the irrational thoughts that always surfaced on nights like these—but I had no idea I was about to spiral.Her scent drifted through the territory, seeping into the pack house, demanding recognition. I went rigid, my body betraying me as the familiar illness that plagued me bi-weekly surged through me with full force. Before I could even process it, a guard arrived at the door, his urgency pulling me back to reality.I rose from my chair, setting aside my turmoil, and faced him. I didn’t allow interruptions at this hour unless the matter was serious.“We have a trespasser from the East," the guard reported. "Two border guards have her in custody—”“You know the protocol,” I cut in, my tone firm. “If there’s no immediate threat, I’ll handle it in
Vanda VuK's point of view.On my sixteenth birthday, I experienced my first shift in the heart of the open fields, surrounded by a hundred men. My body twisted and contorted, muscles stretching in ways I had never known. I couldn't cry out, couldn't shed a tear. Instead, I bit down hard, grinding my teeth until I cracked two in the back of my mouth. The sharp fragments fell onto the grass, and when I looked up, my father stood there, arms crossed, nodding in approval.Among those watching was Charles, standing beside his father. He had shifted a year before, but his father—our Beta—kept a firm hand on his shoulder, making sure he didn’t intervene. Helping me would have been seen as a weakness, an insult to my strength.When we were children, Charles and I spent most of our time together, imagining battles and fending off pretend rogues in the forest. It was our sanctuary, a place where we could create any story we wanted. Alexa often played along, crawling under tree roots and pretend