The morning mist clung to the trees, soft and low, as if the forest itself was reluctant to wake. Selene stood near the marked tree, her fingers hovering just above the freshly carved name. The bark was still raw. Still wet. Someone had been here, not hours ago, but minutes.Theoden stood behind her, tense and silent. His eyes were fixed on the woods beyond the tree line, his body wound tight with something more than suspicion. He didn’t like being watched. He liked being toyed with even less.“He’s close,” Selene murmured, not turning around.“I know.” His voice was low and hard. “He wants us to see this. Wants us to follow.”“Atlas?”“He’s waiting,” the wolf growled. “He’s playing a game and thinks he’s already won it.”Nova stirred in Selene’s mind, sharper than usual. “He knows we’re watching for him. And he doesn’t care.”Selene exhaled, the morning air cool against her skin. “Then let’s stop pretending we don’t see him.”She stepped away from the tree, her power stirring faintly
The morning light filtered through the canopy, soft and golden, but there was no warmth to it. The forest remained still, as if caught in a breath it couldn’t quite release. Selene sat on a fallen tree, her eyes fixed on the embers of their dying fire, her thoughts elsewhere.Nova stirred quietly in the back of her mind, not speaking. Just watching. Selene could feel her unease like a current beneath her skin, constant and restless.“You’re quiet,” Selene finally said.“Because I don’t trust him,” Nova replied. Her voice wasn’t sharp or angry—just deeply unsettled. “There’s something hollow in him, Selene. Something missing. Hollow. It’s not just a name.”Selene glanced toward the edge of the trees where Aylexelen stood, unmoving. He didn’t pace or fidget. He simply waited, like the forest itself. Still. Silent. Unreadable.“Do you think he’s lying?” she asked.Nova didn’t hesitate. “Not with his words. But he’s hiding something. His truth is only part of the story.”Selene swallowed
Selene watched the way Aylexelen moved through the forest. Always silent. Always just out of reach. He was neither rushed nor relaxed—simply… present. Like the woods belonged to him. Or maybe he belonged to them. She wasn’t sure which was worse.They walked without speaking for some time, weaving through thick pines and silent stone ridges. The silence wasn’t comforting. It was calculating.Nova stirred. “He doesn’t breathe the same air we do.”Selene didn’t answer right away. “You mean that literally or—““Both,” Nova said. “He feels like a wound the world never healed.”Selene’s throat tightened. “There’s something wrong with him,” she murmured through the mindlink. Theoden glanced at her from a few paces ahead, then slowed to fall in beside her. “Atlas said the same.”Selene looked up. “What did he say?”Theoden’s jaw tensed. “That when Aylexelen is near, the earth quiets. Like even the wild things know not to make a sound.”Aylexelen, as if sensing their thoughts, stopped beside
Aylexelen led them through a narrow gorge at the edge of the mountain range. The rock walls rose on either side, casting deep shadows across the forest path. The sky was overcast now, the light dim and pale, as though the world itself was withholding warmth.Selene trailed behind Aylexelen, her steps slow, deliberate. She could feel Nova pacing within her, a constant thrum of tension between her ribs.“He’s watching,” Nova murmured.Selene didn’t have to ask who. She’d seen the way Aylexelen’s eyes lingered too long, not with desire—but with calculation. Like he was measuring her for something.She glanced ahead. “Where are we going?”Aylexelen didn’t turn around. “There’s something I want you to see. Something that may help you understand your power.”Theoden moved up beside her, his voice low. “He mentions your power too often. I don’t like it.”She nodded. “And he never tells us what we’re walking into.”“That’s because he’s not walking into anything,” Atlas growled inside Theoden’
The morning came with silence. No birdsong. No wind. Just the soft sound of the stream and the low crackle of coals in the fire pit. Selene stirred first, sitting up slowly. Theoden was already awake, leaning against a nearby rock, his arms crossed and gaze fixed on the woods beyond the clearing.“He’s gone,” he said without looking at her.Selene blinked the sleep from her eyes. “What?”“Aylexelen,” he clarified. “He left sometime during the night. No word. No sound. Just gone.”Selene’s heart stuttered. “Nova?”“I didn’t feel him leave,” the wolf said, her voice taut with unease. “It’s like he vanished.”Selene rose to her feet, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. “He hasn’t done that before.”Theoden shook his head. “No.”They packed up camp quickly, neither speaking much. The absence of Aylexelen was louder than his presence had ever been. Every sound in the forest made Selene tense. Every gust of wind set Atlas growling low inside Theoden’s mind.“He’s hiding something,” Atl
The moon hung low, half-hidden behind drifting clouds, casting pale slivers of light across the forest clearing. The fire had long since died, leaving only the quiet crackle of cooling embers. Theoden slept with one arm draped protectively over Selene’s waist, his breathing deep, steady. Selene stirred faintly beneath the blankets. Her mind drifted between sleep and waking, her body warm beside his. But then— The pain struck. It was sudden. Violent. Blinding. Her eyes flew open, but she couldn’t move. Her chest heaved, her limbs trembling beneath the weight of something she couldn’t see. Every breath was a razor. Every heartbeat sent waves of agony through her body. “Nova?” she screamed into her mind, but Nova didn’t answer. The connection was static—muted. Blocked. Selene’s throat worked, but no sound came out. Her voice had vanished, locked away with the rest of her strength. And then she saw him. Aylexelen. Standing just feet away. One hand extended toward her, glowing wi
The hall burned. Stone walls that had once echoed with music and laughter now trembled beneath the roar of fire. The floor was slick with blood and ash. Screams echoed in the distance—wolves, warriors, mothers, children. But none of them reached her ears fully. Everything sounded muted. Hollow. Like the air had been sucked from the world. Selene stood in the center of the crumbling hall, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her dress was torn, her arms streaked with soot and blood—none of it her own. Around her, the air shimmered with heat and something more. A pulse of ancient magic that vibrated in her bones. And in front of her—he stood. Aylexelen. He was not the cloaked shadow she had seen in the forest. He was younger here, though not youthful. Regal, commanding, dressed in deep indigo robes trimmed with silver. His expression was calm. Too calm. Unbothered, even as bodies fell around them. And at his feet, Theoden lay. Deathly still. His blood pooling around him. Selene’
Willow had always loved the forest.The way the wind moved through the trees, rustling the leaves with soft whispers. The way the scent of pine and damp earth curled around her, grounding her in something older than time itself.She had grown up in a good pack. Strong. Stable. Loyal. But it had never felt like home. Not truly. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t explain it. She was happy. She was safe. But somewhere deep inside her, something was missing. A piece of herself that had never quite fit. And then she met him.The first time Willow saw Theo, she felt it.A pull so strong, so sudden, she had nearly stumbled. It had been a routine pack meeting. A diplomatic visit from the Onyx Pack to discuss border agreements. She had been standing with her father, listening half-heartedly to the discussion, when he arrived. Theo stepped into the room like he owned the ground beneath his feet. Tall, powerful, every inch the Alpha he was born to be. But it wasn’t his strength that caught her b
The hall burned. Stone walls that had once echoed with music and laughter now trembled beneath the roar of fire. The floor was slick with blood and ash. Screams echoed in the distance—wolves, warriors, mothers, children. But none of them reached her ears fully. Everything sounded muted. Hollow. Like the air had been sucked from the world. Selene stood in the center of the crumbling hall, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her dress was torn, her arms streaked with soot and blood—none of it her own. Around her, the air shimmered with heat and something more. A pulse of ancient magic that vibrated in her bones. And in front of her—he stood. Aylexelen. He was not the cloaked shadow she had seen in the forest. He was younger here, though not youthful. Regal, commanding, dressed in deep indigo robes trimmed with silver. His expression was calm. Too calm. Unbothered, even as bodies fell around them. And at his feet, Theoden lay. Deathly still. His blood pooling around him. Selene’
The moon hung low, half-hidden behind drifting clouds, casting pale slivers of light across the forest clearing. The fire had long since died, leaving only the quiet crackle of cooling embers. Theoden slept with one arm draped protectively over Selene’s waist, his breathing deep, steady. Selene stirred faintly beneath the blankets. Her mind drifted between sleep and waking, her body warm beside his. But then— The pain struck. It was sudden. Violent. Blinding. Her eyes flew open, but she couldn’t move. Her chest heaved, her limbs trembling beneath the weight of something she couldn’t see. Every breath was a razor. Every heartbeat sent waves of agony through her body. “Nova?” she screamed into her mind, but Nova didn’t answer. The connection was static—muted. Blocked. Selene’s throat worked, but no sound came out. Her voice had vanished, locked away with the rest of her strength. And then she saw him. Aylexelen. Standing just feet away. One hand extended toward her, glowing wi
The morning came with silence. No birdsong. No wind. Just the soft sound of the stream and the low crackle of coals in the fire pit. Selene stirred first, sitting up slowly. Theoden was already awake, leaning against a nearby rock, his arms crossed and gaze fixed on the woods beyond the clearing.“He’s gone,” he said without looking at her.Selene blinked the sleep from her eyes. “What?”“Aylexelen,” he clarified. “He left sometime during the night. No word. No sound. Just gone.”Selene’s heart stuttered. “Nova?”“I didn’t feel him leave,” the wolf said, her voice taut with unease. “It’s like he vanished.”Selene rose to her feet, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. “He hasn’t done that before.”Theoden shook his head. “No.”They packed up camp quickly, neither speaking much. The absence of Aylexelen was louder than his presence had ever been. Every sound in the forest made Selene tense. Every gust of wind set Atlas growling low inside Theoden’s mind.“He’s hiding something,” Atl
Aylexelen led them through a narrow gorge at the edge of the mountain range. The rock walls rose on either side, casting deep shadows across the forest path. The sky was overcast now, the light dim and pale, as though the world itself was withholding warmth.Selene trailed behind Aylexelen, her steps slow, deliberate. She could feel Nova pacing within her, a constant thrum of tension between her ribs.“He’s watching,” Nova murmured.Selene didn’t have to ask who. She’d seen the way Aylexelen’s eyes lingered too long, not with desire—but with calculation. Like he was measuring her for something.She glanced ahead. “Where are we going?”Aylexelen didn’t turn around. “There’s something I want you to see. Something that may help you understand your power.”Theoden moved up beside her, his voice low. “He mentions your power too often. I don’t like it.”She nodded. “And he never tells us what we’re walking into.”“That’s because he’s not walking into anything,” Atlas growled inside Theoden’
Selene watched the way Aylexelen moved through the forest. Always silent. Always just out of reach. He was neither rushed nor relaxed—simply… present. Like the woods belonged to him. Or maybe he belonged to them. She wasn’t sure which was worse.They walked without speaking for some time, weaving through thick pines and silent stone ridges. The silence wasn’t comforting. It was calculating.Nova stirred. “He doesn’t breathe the same air we do.”Selene didn’t answer right away. “You mean that literally or—““Both,” Nova said. “He feels like a wound the world never healed.”Selene’s throat tightened. “There’s something wrong with him,” she murmured through the mindlink. Theoden glanced at her from a few paces ahead, then slowed to fall in beside her. “Atlas said the same.”Selene looked up. “What did he say?”Theoden’s jaw tensed. “That when Aylexelen is near, the earth quiets. Like even the wild things know not to make a sound.”Aylexelen, as if sensing their thoughts, stopped beside
The morning light filtered through the canopy, soft and golden, but there was no warmth to it. The forest remained still, as if caught in a breath it couldn’t quite release. Selene sat on a fallen tree, her eyes fixed on the embers of their dying fire, her thoughts elsewhere.Nova stirred quietly in the back of her mind, not speaking. Just watching. Selene could feel her unease like a current beneath her skin, constant and restless.“You’re quiet,” Selene finally said.“Because I don’t trust him,” Nova replied. Her voice wasn’t sharp or angry—just deeply unsettled. “There’s something hollow in him, Selene. Something missing. Hollow. It’s not just a name.”Selene glanced toward the edge of the trees where Aylexelen stood, unmoving. He didn’t pace or fidget. He simply waited, like the forest itself. Still. Silent. Unreadable.“Do you think he’s lying?” she asked.Nova didn’t hesitate. “Not with his words. But he’s hiding something. His truth is only part of the story.”Selene swallowed
The morning mist clung to the trees, soft and low, as if the forest itself was reluctant to wake. Selene stood near the marked tree, her fingers hovering just above the freshly carved name. The bark was still raw. Still wet. Someone had been here, not hours ago, but minutes.Theoden stood behind her, tense and silent. His eyes were fixed on the woods beyond the tree line, his body wound tight with something more than suspicion. He didn’t like being watched. He liked being toyed with even less.“He’s close,” Selene murmured, not turning around.“I know.” His voice was low and hard. “He wants us to see this. Wants us to follow.”“Atlas?”“He’s waiting,” the wolf growled. “He’s playing a game and thinks he’s already won it.”Nova stirred in Selene’s mind, sharper than usual. “He knows we’re watching for him. And he doesn’t care.”Selene exhaled, the morning air cool against her skin. “Then let’s stop pretending we don’t see him.”She stepped away from the tree, her power stirring faintly
The trees thickened the deeper they walked, towering evergreens standing like ancient sentinels in the fading light. Each step was deliberate, each breath slow. Theoden walked just ahead of Selene, his eyes scanning the path, his senses stretched far beyond what was visible. Every shift of wind, every creak of branch, every rustle in the underbrush was filtered through the instinct that had kept him alive for centuries—even if he hadn’t known it until recently.“You feel that?” Atlas stirred in his mind, his voice low, wary.Theoden gave the faintest nod. “Yeah. It’s too quiet.”Selene walked beside him now, close enough that her shoulder brushed his. Her expression was unreadable, but Theoden could feel the tension in her limbs, the way her fingers twitched ever so slightly. She was listening too.“Nova?” she asked softly, eyes on the trees.“Something’s not right,” Nova murmured. “It’s like the forest is holding its breath.”Theoden turned his head slightly toward Selene. “We’re not
Theoden felt it in his bones.The power inside him was no longer just a whisper of something ancient—it was awake. Selene lay across from him in the dim light of the cabin, her green eyes bright, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The air around them pulsed with energy that had been sealed away for centuries. But now, there was no holding it back. And as the power inside him grew, so did hers. Selene shuddered, pressing a hand against her chest. “I feel… different.”Theoden stepped closer, his blue eyes searching hers. “Because you are.”Selene swallowed. “What is this? What are we?”Theoden lifted his hand, and without meaning to, fire flickered between his fingers. It wasn’t normal fire—it was gold, burning with the weight of something more than magic. And Selene—light shimmered over her skin, glowing softly, as if the power inside her had finally decided to take shape. Theoden clenched his jaw. “We’re what we were always meant to be.”But now they knew the truth—t