And just like that, Eirlys had a full place at the infirmary. It wasn't much, but sure it was something. Days passed and Eirlys threw herself into the work. She crushed herbs, prepared poultices and cleaned wounds without complaint. The other healers still eyed her warily but they didn't turn her away. Slowly, she started to feel like she belonged—at least within the walls of the infirmary.But outside, Celeste's cruelty only worsened. She spread whispers, twisting situations to further isolate Eirlys. When a young warrior tripped over a misplaced basket of supplies, Celeste made sure the pack knew Eirlys had left it there.When tensions in the pack rose, Celeste was quick to blame Eirlys for being a distraction.Eirlys gritted her teeth and endured it. She had already decided—she wouldn't break.What she didn't expect was Rowan.At first, Ryker's beta had been like the others—watching her with guarded suspicion, speaking to her only when necessary. But now, he lingered at the infirm
Late one evening, Celeste stormed into Ryker's office, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders in feigned elegance, but her eyes burned with irritation as she shut the door behind her.“You're letting this go too far,” she hissed, pacing before his desk. “She's manipulating them.”Ryker leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “She's doing her job. Nothing more.”Celeste scoffed. “Don't be naive. First, she works her way into the infirmary. And now, she's having a little respect from your men… and my men too. She's getting close to turning them against you with any chance she gets. Let me guess… What's going to be the next thing, Ryker? You'll have her by your side, right?”“That's enough.” He stood up in a swift, his jaw tensed.But Celeste wasn't finished. She leaned forward, her voice dropping into a poisonous whisper. “You don't see it, do you? How she makes you weak. She's a distraction. And distractions get people killed.*A flash of memory surged through him—Eirlys, s
Eirlys moved carefully through the dense forest, her finger grazing over the rough bark of trees as she searched for the medicinal herbs she needed. The evening Sir carried the scent of fresh pine, calming her frayed nerves.She had come here to escape the judging eyes of the Nightfang pack, to lose herself in the simple act of gathering what the infirmary required. Though she wasn't alone as there were a few other healers but they were on different sides, distant from each other.Eirlys bent down to pluck a cluster of feverfew, but just then, a rustling in the distance made her freeze.Her body tensed and her instinct screamed at her to retreat but she forced herself to remain still while at the same time, listened. Then, she saw a figure stumble into view—a woman, her hair tangled and face smeared with dirt.Eirlys's breath hitched. She knew that face. It was Aria.The recognition was instant, a sharp jolt to her chest. Aria had been one of them—the Dreadhowl prisoner who had kicked
Ryker tossed and turned in his bed, his breath shallow, his body slick with sweat. The nightmare came as it always did—relentless and suffocating. Always the same nightmare but this time around, it was different.He was there again, standing amidst the ruins of a battlefield drenched in blood. The stench of death clung to the air. And it was a thick one, almost suffocating. Screams echoed all around him, warriors falling and their bodies torn apart by the merciless claws.His father, Marcus Reed, stood at the center of the chaos. He stood tall and unwavering despite his injuries. His presence was both a beacon of hope and a warning—a storm in the battlefield.Marcus's silver fur was matted with blood, his breathing was heavy but the stance was solid. His stormy gray eyes, the same ones Ryker had inherited, burned with determination. Before him, stood a masked figure. It was The Tyrant. His massive form cloaked in darkness and his eyes gleamed through the slits of the mask like a pred
The tension in the Nightfang pack thickened like a heavy fog as news of the outsider who Eirlys had brought spread. Whispers trailed after Eirlys as she walked through the pack's ground, their voices hushed but sharp, questioning her judgement. Her intentions. Including Ryker, who had agreed with her. Though she ignored them, as she had always done, keeping her head high despite the storm that brewed beneath her ribs. That unsettled Ryker, as the fate of the pack depended on him and his decisions would mark the future of the pack.Eirlys entered Ryker's office with a cold expression. Her posture was rigid as she met his piercing gaze. Ryker had sent for her and she had done well to heed to his call.Ryker stood behind his desk, his fists pressed against the wooden surface as if restraining himself from taking an action.“What were you thinking, bringing her here?” Ryker's voice was deep and low. But she could hear the restraint in it.Eirlys crossed her arms. “I was thinking that she
The night was still, save for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant howls echoing from the woods beyond the pack's territory. Eirlys stood in the middle of the training ground, inhaling the crisp air, trying to steady her thoughts. This place has become her sanctuary, a space where she could be alone with her frustration—with her fears and the restless energy that kept her awake long last midnight .She clenches her fists, staring at the faint scars lining her palm. She had come here tonight with the same purpose as always—to clear her mind, to regain a sense of control over her owl life. But this time, she wasn't alone.Ryker was already there.He stood in the shadows, watching her, his presence as heavy as the moonlight casting a silver glow over the clearing. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension between them was filled with unspoken words hanging in the cool air like ghosts of the past.“You couldn't sleep either,” Ryker finally said, stepping closer, his voice d
Eirlys sat on the edge of her bed, lost in her thoughts. The light rays escaped through the small opening in the window and shone directly on her face. Across from her, Aria lay on her side, absentmindedly twirling a loose thread in the blanket.Aria had been staying with Eirlys since she was brought into the Nightfang pack. It was an arrangement that had happened after lots of thoughts and discussions with Ryker. Despite their past in the Dreadhowl pack, an uneasy sense of familiarity had formed between them, something neither of them spoke about but both acknowledged in quiet moments like this.A sudden knock at the door startled then both. Eirlys immediately straightened, glancing at Aria, who only raised an eyebrow in silent question. With a breath to steady herself, Eirlys stood and made her way to the door, pulling it open just enough to see who was there.A guard stood rigidly at the doorstep, his expression was blank and his posture was disciplined. “Alpha Ryker has instructed
The journey back was silent, the weight of their conversation still lingering in the air. Eirlys walked a little behind Ryker, her thoughts tangled between the moment they'd just shared and the uneasy feeling settling in her chest.The trees around them looked like silent sentinels, the rustling leaves whispering secrets of the past. Then, in an instant, the world erupted into chaos.Unknown wolves lunged from the trees. They were swift and calculated. Ryker's instinct flared and before Eirlys could react, he had already stepped in front of her, his body tensing as claws and fangs gleamed under the morning sun. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, a warning but their attackers showed no fear.The first strike came fast. Ryker met it head-on, dodging a blade aimed at his side and countering it with a powerful blow. Eirlys barely had time to register what was happening before she was yanked backward. She fought against the grip, panic clawing at her throat, until she realized it was one o
Rowan stepped into the room with Aria trailing behind him. She looked almost unrecognizable—her skin scrubbed and clean and her hair pulled back. She had also been clothed in simple garments that didn't carry the face of her recent torment. Her eyes, however, still held the echo of fear, like smoldering embers beneath ash.Ryker turned from the desk, his gaze sweeping over her as if studying a stranger. “Are you ready?” he askedAria swallowed hard, her throat visibly working before she gave a single nod. “Do I have a choice?”A ghost of smirk touched Ryker's lips. “You always have a choice… someone said that to me… and if you want to live, you know what you have to do.” He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on hers. “Remember, don't blow your cover. You act the way you always have. No hesitation. No smiling up. If you run into the Tyrant or his men, you play your part.”Aria lifted her chin. It was defiant—just an unspoken agreement passing between them. She said nothing, but the way she
Celeste sat in silence long after Ryker dismissed them. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest and lips parted like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the strength to speak. Her eyes, usually Sharon with confidence, now held a dullness that refused to leave—just like a flame slowly dying out. The gravity of Ryker's words lingered in her chest, pressing down on her pride with a heaviness she couldn't shake.Micheal stood beside her, his fingers wiggling at his sides as if he was debating whether to comfort her daughter or motivate her. But in the end, he sighed and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.“He's shaken, that's all,” Micheal said, patting her back. “He'll come around… he's just all worked up with what 's been going on.”But Celeste's pupils didn't settle. It just scanned the air like she was searching for something she'd lost as her expression faltered and her eyes eventually settled on nothing in particular, like the walls were speaking more than her father
Micheal folded his arms behind his back as he walked further into the room.“You've done well, Ryker,” he began. “To survive what you did… to still stand tall after the betrayals, the spy of a thing; the injuries you sustained, the loss of your men. Not many could rule with such unwavering confidence after all that.” he paused for a moment and then continued. “Marcus would have been proud of you.”Ryker let out a breath through his nose, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile—but it faded almost instantly. And when he spoke up, it was direct.“Is that all you came here to say?”Micheal smirked, the lines around his eyes squeezing with a hint of amusement. “Of course not.” He gave a half shrug, like the next words were merely casual suggestions. But Ryker knew better.“I believe,” Micheal continued, glancing briefly at Celeste. “I think… no I'm sure that now is the time you stop calling your upcoming Luna… and make her your Luna officially.”Ryker's eyes dashed between the
Eirlys still stood frozen, his question echoing in her chest like a distant thunder, aching in places she had long tried to forget. Her lips parted slightly in a thin line but there was nothing. Just the soft tremble of breath caught in her throat as her eyes searched Ryker's, unsure of what to say.“I thought as much you'd ask that,” she finally whispered, her voice a little bit hoarse. “But you should know I wasn't going to answer.”She turned her gaze away, her hands balling into trembling fists at her sides. But before she could take another breath, Ryker stepped forward. His presence was sudden and his warmth enveloped her before she could move.His hands rose—though hesitated for only a breath—before settling gently on her shoulders. His grip was neither firm nor possessive, but there was a little pressure in it. Maybe it was a plea. Or maybe it was a kind of desperation that came not from dominance, but regret.“Eirlys,” he said quietly, and then—stronger— “do I deserve a secon
Ryker sat on the edge of his desk, one of his hands resting loosely over his knee while the other gripped the edge of the polished wood as if anchoring himself there while staying quiet and thoughtful. His eyes were pinned on a single, invisible point beyond the room's walls. The silence was welcome by him but it didn't last long, as a knock came through the door.“Come in,” he said, not lifting his head.Rowan stepped in, his usual grin softened into something more serious. “She's locked up—just like you asked,” he said, referring to Aria. “The guards are posted. She's not going anywhere.”Ryker gave a small nod of acknowledgement but he didn't say a word.Rowan lingered around a few seconds longer. Then he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, his eyes tracing his Alpha's expression. “You were impressive back there. You had everyone wrapped around your finger. Even Micheal couldn't push further. You turned the whole thing around.”Ryker exhaled slowly through his nose,
Her words hung in the air like smoke. And somewhere in the back, Rowan's eyes narrowed. Celeste leaned forward ever so slightly in her seat, a ghost of satisfaction brushing across her features.Eirlys's breath caught. She stood frozen as her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest but she knew better than to speak. She wasn't wanted in the pack in the first place. She had no voice in the presence of the elders. Still, she couldn't stop staring at him—at Ryker. And Ryker hadn't moved since Aria confessed. He didn't flinch. He stood still. He stood there like a statue. He already pieced every scene together. He already was sure she was a spy and had been the one feeding his rival with information about his pack. But she knew him. The stillness wasn't calm—it was conflict. He was thinking, weighing, unraveling . And that scared her more than anything. Eirlys also knew what came with treason. The punishment is death. She wanted him to look at her—just onc
Ryker stood still, his jaw was locked for a moment as the weight of the room settled on his shoulders. He could feel every gaze resting on him—waiting, judging and all at once, curious. Celeste remained seated and she was poised like a queen.Ge cleared his throat, once and quietly. His voice soon came out. And it was confident.“I hadn't intended to bring this matter before the council,” he began, his eyes scanning the elders seated on the other side of the hall. “It was a security breach. A few of our men were ambushed and killed at an isolated post. It was a hidden location. And no one outside of my trusted circle should have known about it.”He let the words hang in the air for a moment. Aria, still kneeling with her head bowed low, trembled slightly but said nothing.“I was attacked before then, at my father's grave. No one could have known save for Celeste and my Rowan… I had help, though I was injured.” Celeste let out a dry laugh but Ryker didn't glance her way this time. He
The hall was silent at first—so silent, it felt like even the walls were holding their breath. Ryker sat on his chair meant only for him. It wasn't just a seat—it was a symbol. One that was heavy with power. With burden. The weight of a hundred decisions carved into the wood beneath him.He leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs and his eyes also were locked on the girl before him. Aria knelt in the middle of the open space. Her head was so far that her forehead nearly touched the floor. Her arms trembled and her fingers twitched as if her own body didn't know what to do—either to run—well that's actually impossible. The best she could do was to beg for her life. But then, she said nothing. Not yet. Maybe she couldn't.Only Rown stood at his side. His arms were crossed and his jaw set. Eirlys was near the edge of the hall, her hands fidgeting at her sides, and her eyes flicking from Ryker to Aria who was on the floor. He could've done this in his chamber. That was the or
“Ryker,” she called again. “Calm down.”But there was no response. The fire in his eyes burned hotter and his expression was dark with fury. He didn't even acknowledge her words. His grip only tightened more like a noose around Aria's throat.Aria's body jerked weakly, her fingers slipping from his wrist as her strength drained.Eirlys swallowed hard, creating a crunchy sound with her throat as she fought back the instinctive fear that curled in her stomach.“She can't talk if you crush her windpipe,” she reasoned, keeping her tone calm. “If you want answers, you have to let her breathe first.”Still, he ignored her. And instead of easing his grip, Ryker pressed Aria harder against the wall, his fingers dipping deeper into her skin. And a low growl rumbled in his chest.Eirlys inhaled sharply, her frustration evident on her face as it was already flaring. This wasn't just anger—this was the wolf inside him taking control, demanding retribution without thought or hesitation. And if she