Why now? How come I have to meet him this way? There's no point in saying all of this, right? It does not matter now.
“Eirlys.”
She was jiggled out of her deep thoughts. She opened her mouth to speak but the words wouldn't come out, like they seemed heavy to be uttered.
“I know you were not expecting anyone, not close to me, to come to your rescue but at least, I deserve a thank you for helping you out in such a tight situation.” he tilted his head to one side, a smile curling at one end of his lips.
Eirlys nodded, humming, her sound like a singing bird. She chuckled and folded her lips. “Yeah, you're right, I don't need you to save me.” she limped forward, steadying herself with the tree at her side. “I was going to find my way out before you interfered.”
“Oh, are you sure about that? You could not even walk well… or are my eyes deceiving me?” He advanced his steps, almost closing the distance between them.
Eirlys drifted into silence. There was nothing she could say to defend herself. Yes, she was in a tight situation and had prayed for someone to save her, maybe in her mind. To rescue her. And it seemed that the Moon Goddess had sent to her, her long lost mate— or probably, the mate who rejected her.
“Why have you come here?” She furrowed her eyebrows.
Ryker stepped in closer and this time around, he was standing close to her. He pulled out his hand toward her to touch her but Eloise propelled her head backward.
“You're not allowed to touch me, Ryker… You dare not.” She pulled away and crouched down, taking a look at her Bigfoot. The blood already stopped but the cut was obvious. Looked deep enough. She gently touched it but with that, she grunted.
“Let me take a look,” Ryker bent to her level, noticing the cut on her leg. He was about to see for himself but Eirlys stood up on her feet, ignoring his care.
“Why have you come here, Ryker?”
“It's obvious why I am here. You don't need to ask me that question anymore.” He sighed, his hands crossed behind his back.
“Oh! I see, maybe you should just go back to where you were coming from if you're not going to answer the question. Don't you think so?”
“That's no way to thank a saviour who rescued you. Don't you think so?” he snapped and took a pause before speaking up again. “I thought as much that you wouldn't listen. You know why, I'm here to save you and to take you back.”
There was a minute of silence between them. The silence stretched and hung in the air. The only sound was the night birds and the night air shooting through the tree branches and cutting through the silence. She chuckled but the next second, it faded away.
You thought as much I wouldn't listen. Ryker. He must have been stalking me all this while, right? I've needed you all this while but you didn't come around. You didn't even bother to find me, right? But how did you find me? Are you by any chance looking for me?
“We have to get going. We're not safe out here.”
His words cut through her mind, disrupting her thoughts and jolting her to come back to the present.
“I don't get you. Go where?”
“Back to my pack of course.” He grabbed her hand but she struggled and lost his grip.
“Your pack? Oh, I see. You're now an Alpha. Wow.” She swallowed, her expression betraying her words.
There was a time when she would look at Ryker with those lovely eyes. There was a time when she could not even respond harshly when he spoke to her or asked her questions. Their mate bond was as tight as a bolt screwed into a fitted hole. But this time around, hearing about him already being an Alpha raised a lot of questions. Questions she won't probably get the answer to.
“You want me to go back with you, to your pack. To do what exactly?”
“Do you have other options? You're left with none, Eirlys. The best you could—”
“No, no Ryker. You don't get to tell me that.” She interrupted, her hands swinging in the air like she had to do it to convey her words more clearly and make him understand what she was actually talking about. “I've been held captive for months, I survived. Without your help. And if you didn't come here, I'm still going to survive it. Without your help…. Trust me…. I didn't ask for your help. Don't force me to do anything. Not now, not here.”
Ryker kept mute and only pressed his gaze on her. His lips slightly opened but no words came out. There was nothing he could say. To him, Eirlys was right and had the right to say whatever she had been keeping inside for a long time. It's been two years since they saw each other and within those years, he had been in luxury as the Alpha of the pack. No worries, nothing to think about. All he had to do was to lead his pack and give them instructions, making sure they were at peace and not intimidated by any rival pack.
He had no idea what she had been through, where she had been. He was the one who rescued her from the hands of The Tyrant in the first place. And now, he had to rescue her a second time.
I'm sorry for all that you have been through, Eirlys. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most. I'm sorry I—
“Hey, are you thinking also? It's not bad.” she winked at him but he sure knew too well it was all sarcasms.
“Eirlys.” He took a deep breath and paused for a moment. “I know I'm the last person you want to see. I know you have every right to be angry.”
Eirlys gaze locked with his, studying his expression like a book she was to read to pass an exam. She could see the look on his face, the emotions he conveyed even without talking.
Maybe he'd change. Maybe he wants me. She thought, not until she heard him say otherwise.
“But I have to save you as an Alpha. I would do it for anyone.”
For anyone, he said. He wouldn't do it for me. She felt a little heartbroken, swallowing like she got something in her mouth which she was trying so hard to get inside her gut. She waved the thoughts, realizing there was no point pushing further and asking questions to know how he felt.
“How did you find me? Your pack is faraway from here but yet, you found me. How?”
“You want to know how I found you?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her so that she followed him. This time around, Eirlys could not lose his grip. “We can't stay here. Don't you smell them? They're nearby. We have to go and you'll know everything you want to know when we get back.”
The half moon lit dimly. The light rays change their course like a bob going back and forth. It seemed as if it was following Ryker and Eirlys. Ryker shouldn't be out on his own. Yes, he could have brought his guards and probably his beta to come with him on his rescue mission. But he had to. He went hunting, as he had always done most nights. He felt alone despite everything he had. He had hoped one day he would find answers to his questions but he never really asked any questions. He had never really known what he was looking for.“We're almost there…” he said, smiling as he turned his head to notice her.Eirlys had just experienced what she had seen a long time ago. She had just seen for a second time how Ryker had navigated through the secret passage and alleys to get to his pack. She had watched Ryker closely, how he held her hand, like he wasn't going to let her go again.There was a moment when she thought to thank him but that was impossible, right? Not after everything she h
What is going on? What's this feeling? She straightened up and coughed repeatedly, unable to meet his gaze.“Are you not going to tell me sorry for bumping into me?” He shrugged, his hands wide open.“You could have watched where you're going or maybe you stood there and knew I was going to bump into you. Am I wrong?” she adjusted her hair after which she shook her head so they fell behind her back.What is he looking at? Why is he staring at me like that? Won't he say something? She pondered.She waved her hand close to his eyes. “Are you now a statue or what are you doing?” Ryker raised his hand and dared to touch the mole on her face. Just as immediately, Eirlys shoved his hand while at the same time, her feet shuffled backward.“What do you think you're doing?” “Just admiring the symbol on your face.” “And what about it? You don't talk about my mole… it's none of your business.” She backed away for a moment, then without another word, she turned on her heel and strode off.Mayb
Eirlys sat alone in the small, dimly lit room Ryker had given her. The silence stretched thick around her. It was skin broken by the faint sounds of wolves training outside. The scent of unfamiliar wolves clung to the air, a stark reminder that she didn't belong here.She ran a hand through her tangled hair, letting the strands fall forward to hide the mole on her cheek—a habit she would never quite grow out of.Her heart ached, heavy with memories she couldn't silent… At first it was Ryker she thought about since it was all his fault bringing her back to the pack. The name itself sent a bitter taste flooding her mouth. He has rejected her without a second thing, tossing her aside as if she meant nothing. And still, no matter how much she wanted to forget, part of her held onto the pieces he had broken. A cruel, twisted part that longed for something she knew would never be hers.“Stupid,” she muttered, clenching her jaw against the burn rising in her throat. “You're stronger than th
Eirlys walked hurriedly, her steps one with determination to get to her destination. She had halted and stopped a maid she had guessed by her dress. She had asked for Ryker's chamber and had gotten her answer and now she was on her way to his room.She discontinued when she got to his doorstep. She knocked once and the moment she heard a response, she jerked the door open and stepped inside. She stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her nails digging into her skin as if the pressure amkns could hold her together. The air around her felt heavier, weighted with everything she had left unsaid. But not tonight.“You should have told me,” she said, her voice low but sharp, cutting through the tense silence as Ryker only pressed on with his gaze on her.Ryker leaned against the doorframe, his broad shoulders casting a shadow across the room. He didn't answer her immediately. All he did was to stare. His expression was unreadable. There was nothing on his
The air in the pack hall hung heavy, laced with the scent of power and judgement. Wolves filled the space, their conversations a low hum, but the moment Eirlys stepped inside, yeah noise faltered. She could feel their eyes—sharp and pressing on her like a laser beam from a sniper—as if her very presence disturbed the natural order.Still, she lifted her chin and kept her shoulders back. Weakness was the last thing she would show them.Ryker stood at the head of the room, his face blank like an empty sheet of paper, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His gaze swept over the crowd but it never lingered on her.He hadn't spoken to her since their last tense exchange, and the distance gnawed at something he felt toward her.Eirlys swallowed against the ache rising in her throat. She should have left. She didn't belong here, not with them. Not after everything.“I don't know why she's still here,” Celeste's voice rang out, smooth and cold as polished steel. The room bushes further. “A
The moon hung high over the Nightfang Pack’s territory, its silver light spilling over the dense forest. A crisp wind carried the scent of pine and earth but beneath it lurked something else—an intruder.Ryker stood at the edges of the patrol line, his senses were sharper despite the late hour. Sleep had eluded him for days now since Eirlys return. His mind had been tangled in thoughts he refused to entertain. No matter how much he buried them beneath duty, Eirlys still lingered there, stubborn and unyielding. Her defiance. Her pain. Her resilience. And the way she stood tall despite the weight pressing her down. He hated how much he noticed. He hated how much he cared.A sound snapped him back to the present—a low growl. It was faint but distinct. His body tensed and his instincts flared to life as he scanned the shadows. Something was wrong.Then he saw it.A blur in the darkness. It was swift, moving with a predator's grace. Ryker didn't wait. He lunged forward, his muscles coilin
It was still night and the air was whistling softly. Ryker sat in the chamber where he had always had meetings with the pack members and the elders. His fingers drummed against the wooden chair. The fight with the masked intruder still haunted him, and his wound throbbed dully beneath the bandages. He has fought countless battles, but there was something familiar about the way his opponent moved—and the thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit.A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Without waiting for a response, Eirlys stepped inside. Her presence has become an unspoken storm in his life—one he both presented and drawn toward.Ryker leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you come here for something?” His voice was level.Eirlys crossed her arms. “You asked to see me.”He exhaled slowly. “Yes, I asked to see you. I need to ask you something.” he sighed. “Back at the Dreadhowl pack… did you ever come across anyone unusual? Someone who stood out?”
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
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