Luca’s POVThe castle loomed ahead, but it felt farther than it should. My head was a mess, thoughts colliding too fast, too loud. Elijah’s words still clung to me like a damn shadow."Now it’s up to you."Like I didn’t already know that. Like it wasn’t already twisting in my gut, pulling at something I didn’t want to look at too closely.And then—Aria.She was walking up from the other side, eyes locking onto mine before she even realized it.Something in my chest went tight.Elijah didn’t say a word, just glanced between us and then walked off, leaving us standing there. Alone.I swallowed. "Aria.""Luca."Silence stretched between us, thick, heavy. I could see the exhaustion on her face. Hell, I felt it in my own bones."The antidote?" My voice was rougher than I meant it to be.She nodded. "It's working so far."A pause. Too much weight between the words.I studied her, the way her arms crossed, the way she avoided my eyes for just a second too long. She was still thinking about i
Luca’s POV The dining hall felt too damn small. Too tight. Like the walls were pressing in, shoving the air out of my lungs. The long wooden table was set, food spread out like some grand feast—except no one was really eating. Just the occasional scrape of cutlery, the kind of sound that made the tension worse, thick enough to choke on.Julian sat across from me, lounging like he belonged here, like this wasn’t my pack, my castle. He looked the same—sharp, amused eyes, that lazy smirk that never quite reached them. But there was something... off. A weight to him. Something coiled and waiting, something dangerous.To my right, Elijah was rigid, fork in hand but unmoving, his gaze flicking between me and Julian like he was waiting for the first strike. Next to him, Elena kept her expression flat, but I saw the restless tap of her fingers against her thigh. She knew. We all did.And then there was Aria.Across from me. Next to him. Too close.That burned.She was actually eating, slow,
Aria's POV The air in the dining room was thick and suffocating. No one spoke. No one breathed. My fingers curled tight around the edge of my plate, stomach twisting. I wasn’t hungry. Not for this. Not for whatever the hell this was.Julian sat there like he belonged. Like he hadn’t just walked back in after years with that smug, infuriating grin and bullshit about making amends.Elijah was too quiet. Elena kept flicking glances between Luca and Julian, her expression unreadable. And Luca—Luca was a storm about to break. His jaw locked tight, fists clenched on the table, every muscle coiled like he was ready to lunge across the damn thing and tear Julian apart with his bare hands.Julian just smiled.“I came here to make amends,” he said, smooth as ever, swirling his wine like we were at some casual fucking dinner and not a goddamn battlefield. “To prove I’ve changed.”Silence. Thick. Heavy. A warning wrapped around my ribs, cold and sharp.Luca leaned back, voice like ice. “Then
Luca’s POV The chamber was stifling. I sat on the edge of the long table. My mind wouldn’t shut up.Julian.That bastard walking in here like he belonged, like history hadn’t been written in blood between us. Like he hadn’t thrown everything away for his own damn ego.The door opened. I snapped my head up. Elijah. He closed the door quietly. “You going to say it?” I muttered, staring at nothing. Elijah stepped forward, arms crossed. “You already know what I think.”I finally turned to look at him, tired, aggravated. “That he’s playing some long game?”Elijah scoffed. “Because he is. And you damn well know it.”I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head. “I need to be sure.”“Sure of what?” He moved closer, voice dipping into something more aggressive. “That the snake is still a snake?”Before I could respond, the sound cut through the tension.Faint. Almost nothing. But my body reacted before my brain did.A cry.A cough.Not just any cough—wet, rough, tearing.Something was wr
Luca’s POVFifty-fifty? I felt like the world had tilted. How could this be real?I took a deep breath. “She can’t—she can’t die. She’s not... she’s not supposed to be in this kind of danger. Not after everything. Not after everything we’ve done.”Aria moved closer, her expression just as tormented, her hands shaking. “Luca, she’s strong. You know she is.” Her voice cracked. “But right now, it’s out of our hands. The maesters have done everything they can. Now, we just have to wait.” “No,” I muttered to myself. “She has to wake up. She’s been through too much already.”“She’s strong,” Aria repeated, her voice softer now, almost as if trying to convince both of us. “She’ll pull through. She has to.”I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I wanted to believe her. But the look on the maesters’ faces, their worried glances, told a different story.I exhaled. I couldn’t let this happen. Not after everything we had fought for.“We’ll wait,” I said, my voice hoarse. “We’ll wait, and
Luca’s POV I shifted in my seat, fingers digging into the edge of the parchment like it might hold me steady. It didn’t. The air in the council chamber was suffocating—tight, heavy, filled with this tension that sat between my ribs and refused to move. They were all watching me, waiting. I could feel it in my skin.And I hated this. Hated being the one to read out every damn ugly thing he’d done. My brother.“Julian,” I said, voice rough, almost cracking. “In addition to abusing his power, he committed treason. He tried to kill the Alpha—our father—and steal the throne.”Still, I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t bear the sight of that smug face. That stupid half-smile he always wore like he knew something no one else did. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even twitch. Just leaned forward, calm as hell, like he was about to order a drink at a bar.“I didn’t conspire in secret, Luca,” he said, smooth as ever. “I didn’t plot in the dark. I challenged our father openly. It was a mistake, yeah. A re
Aria's POVI sat up fast, heart knocking against my ribs like it wanted out. A knock. Low. Two times. Quiet. Too quiet. My gut clenched.Who the hell...?I walked to the door. Julian.Of course.He stood there like he owned the hallway, all smooth posture and that infuriating calm in his eyes. Like none of this chaos touched him. Like my best friend wasn’t fighting for her life in the next wing.“What do you want?” I snapped, voice low and sharp.He blinked, as if offended I hadn’t rolled out a carpet for him. “Just wanted to talk.”I scoffed. “Now? Really? You think I want to talk to you right now?”He tilted his head, that fake-soft concern bleeding into his features. “You look tired.”“Thanks. You look like trouble.”His lips twitched like he wanted to smile but thought better of it. “I just thought maybe you’d want some clarity. Some truth.”“Truth?” I stepped out, pulling the door halfway shut behind me. “From you? That’s rich.”Julian didn’t flinch. Just stood there, letting my
Luca’s POV “Why?” I didn’t care if I was shouting now, didn’t care if they tried to strike me down. “Why the hell is he still here?”Thorne, the elder who read out Julian’s offenses, locked eyes with me. His face was unreadable, but I could see it—he was tense. His breath came slow, measured.“Luca…” he said, like he was warning me. But I didn’t want to be warned. I wanted answers, damn it.“Tell me why! After everything? You saw what he did—what he tried to do! Why the hell is he still here? After everything? He doesn’t deserve a second chance.”Aldric, standing by the window, turned to face me. His expression was calm, too calm, but his eyes said everything—he was carrying the weight of something I wasn’t understanding.“We’re not here to satisfy your rage, Luca,” he said, voice firm, but he didn’t soften. “We’re here to balance the scales.”“Balance the scales?” I barked. “By keeping a traitor alive? A man who tried to destroy everything this kingdom stands for?”“It’s more than t
Luca POVThe Moon was hanging low, the night had already fallen. I raised my hand up to signal the end of training for today. Aria’s breaths were heavy, her skin covered with sweat, and Elijah stood nearby with his arms crossed, nodding slightly in approval. She'd held her own today, better than ever. Controlled, precise. Her instincts were finally beginning to cut through the fog of hesitation. But there was still something buried in her, something pulling her back. I could see it in the way her eyes shifted, always scanning, always alert.“That's enough for today,” I said, stepping forward, my voice steady but not cold. “You did well.”She nodded, not quite meeting my eyes, and turned to walk back toward the house. I watched her go for a second too long, the curve of her shoulders telling me more than her words ever would. She was still carrying something. And whatever it was—it was starting to weigh her down.Elijah glanced at me. “You saw it too?”I nodded once. “Yeah.”“She’s
Chapter 56Aria's POV My eyes fluttered open to bright morning light streaming through my curtains. My bones ached a little from yesterday's training, but also Julian’s threat still clawed at the back of my mind. But I can't focus on that.Today, I train.I rolled out of bed, my muscles stretching and tightening as I threw on simple clothes: black leggings, a grey tunic, boots I didn’t bother to lace too tightly. My fingers lingered briefly over the necklace Luca had returned to me weeks ago. I left it behind. I needed to be bare for this.The air outside was sharp with morning. I crossed the grounds briskly, eyes narrowing against the sun. My wolf was restless under my skin, pacing in circles, ears flicking forward with anticipation. Something about today felt different.And then I saw them.Luca and Elijah stood at the edge of the field. Luca, arms crossed, that dark stormy look painted on his face like war paint. Elijah had his usual calm smirk, but his hands were already flexi
Elena's POVThe morning came in sharp. Too sharp. Like glass slicing across her thoughts.I was up before the sun, just... waiting. My room felt too small, too quiet. Every creak in the walls made my skin crawl. I kept thinking of Luca, of his promise to send me back—back to the human world. And part of me hated how much I wanted that. The escape. The quiet. The safety.So when the knock came, I jumped like my bones were wired wrong.I opened the door, heart stuck in my throat—and there he was. Luca. His face as cold and unreadable as always, but his eyes... something flickered there."I'm not sending you back," he said. Just like that. No warning. No build-up. Like it was a fact carved into stone.“What?” It slipped out, weak and breathless.“I changed my mind. It’s safer if you stay. With me.”The relief hit me so fast it was almost shameful. I shouldn't have wanted to stay. Not after everything. Not with Julian still breathing the same air. But I did. I did want to stay. Not for th
Aria's POV He barged in like a storm. No knock, no warning—just fury in his eyes, in his breath, in every single step he took. I jumped up from the edge of my bed, heart slamming against my ribs like it knew something I didn’t yet.“Luca—?”“No.” His voice was stone. Cold. Final. “Pack your things.”What?“What?”“I need to send you back.” He didn’t flinch. “You and Elena. You’re leaving. Today.”My stomach dropped, heart skipped a beat. “What the hell are you talking about?”He shut the door behind him like he was sealing me in. “It’s not safe here. Julian’s made his move. You and Elena—you’re targets.”I stepped toward him, voice cracking. “You’re just going to send us away?! After everything?”“I’m not asking,” he snapped, eyes hard. “He’s with Victor. He wants the pack destroyed from the inside and you’re both leverage. He warned me. You die if I step out of line.”I couldn’t breathe. “So what—you send us away and hope he doesn’t follow?”“I’m keeping you alive,” he shouted back,
Aria's POV The day dragged. Everything moved like it was underwater—slow, muffled, distant. People talked to me, smiled at me, even asked if I wanted to spar or take a walk. I smiled back. I nodded. I lied.I was present, but I wasn’t there. I couldn’t be. Not with Julian’s words still slicing through my skull like knives.I checked in on Elena again. She was sitting up now, finally talking, eating. It warmed something in my chest, but even that couldn’t anchor me fully. Not when I knew he’d rip it all apart the second I misstepped.By late afternoon, I was walking the halls aimlessly, trying to clear the weight off my chest, when I felt it—him.Luca.He was leaning by the council corridor, arms crossed, eyes distant. But the moment he spotted me, they sharpened.And then he walked up.Slow. Measured. Watching me closely. “Hey,” he said, casual but not. “You got a minute?”I swallowed. “Yeah, of course.”We walked side by side, no destination, just movement. His shoulder brushed min
Luca’s POV I couldn’t sit still. How could I? She's been acting very weird and tense around me today. My gut wouldn't shut up…something was off.So I went. No guards. No knocking. Her door creaked open like it had been waiting for me, and there she was—sitting on the edge of her bed like she'd just seen a ghost. Or maybe she'd become one.“Aria.”She flinched. Well, that wasn’t a good sign.I stepped in. Closed the door behind me. “What’s going on?”Her mouth opened, then closed. Her hands were wringing the hem of her damn shirt like it might unravel her whole.“I—Luca, I... I followed Julian.”The air stopped in my lungs.“What?”“I followed him,” she said again, like saying it softer would make it better. “He left the pack through a secret door... one I didn’t even know existed. I—I had to see where he was going. I thought... I don’t know what I thought.”“Where did he go, Aria?” My voice was low. Too calm. That scary kind of calm before the shift starts taking over.“To the Sh
Aria's POVI stumbled back. My breath ragged. My body trembling and raw.Two. I’d killed two.I should run. I had to run.I didn’t wait. Not a second more.The second his body dropped, I turned and bolted—mud flying beneath my paws, twigs snapping underfoot, branches whipping across my face. I didn’t care. I just ran.The stench of blood clung to me, thick in my nose, but I forced it back. Focused only on the path ahead.I remembered—thank the moon—I remembered the way I came. The trees, the bend in the hill, that weird crooked stump that looked like a clawed hand reaching out of the dirt. It guided me like a ghost in the dark.My chest burned. My legs screamed. My whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.But I didn’t stop.The pack. I had to get back.I had to tell Luca.Whatever Julian was doing... whatever he was planning with them—he wasn’t done.My breath was ragged, chest still heaving from the run. My fur had barely settled beneath my skin, and my legs were aching like
Aria's POV And I snapped.I felt it before I even realized. A twig. Under my foot. Loud. So loud.Fuck.My whole body stiffened. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. My hand shot out, gripping the nearest trunk as if it’d anchor me into silence. Julian froze ahead. I saw his shoulders go rigid, his head jerk slightly.No. No no no no.I pressed myself flat against the tree, heart hammering. He turned his head, eyes scanning the darkness like a damn predator. I could see the tension in his jaw even from here.I didn’t move. Not an inch. Not even to blink.A gust of wind passed. The trees groaned. Somewhere in the distance, an owl screeched.Then… he turned back around. Kept walking.I nearly collapsed with relief. My legs were jelly, my breath caught somewhere in my lungs.But I kept going.Julian wasn’t just taking a stroll. He was leaving the pack. And now I knew he had a secret way in and out.I kept on him. Careful. Real careful. My feet ached, legs burned, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Luca’s POVElijah’s eyes narrowed, jaw tight like he was seconds from snapping.“What?” His voice came out low, dangerous. “He wants to burn it all? Everything we’ve bled for?”I spun around, too pissed to hold it in any longer. “He said he’d rather watch the pack fall apart than see me on the throne,” I snapped. “And if I don’t bow to him, if I don’t let it all go to hell, he’s gonna rip me off that throne himself.”Elijah’s face twisted, rage crawling up his spine like wildfire.“That fucking bastard,” he hissed, eyes blazing. “I knew it. I fucking knew he was playing you, playing everyone. Goddamn snake.”I let out this broken laugh—bitter, tired, all teeth. “I’m screwed, Elijah. The council’s blind or bought, and now Julian’s breathing down my neck with threats. And what if… what if he’s the one behind Elena? What if he did that too, just to screw with me?”The silence cracked around us, heavy and sharp. Elijah’s fist slammed into the wall, hard enough to leave a dent. The noise e