I traced the curtainâs fabric with my fingers, the same way Iâd been tracing the tangled threads of my heart for days. The light outside the window was golden and warm, but it did nothing to melt the frost growing inside me.Luca's voice echoed in my mindâhis voice was soft, calm, steady each time he speaks. He never rushed me. Never demanded I learn faster. He simply was a constant presence in the quiet moments I couldnât share with anyone else. With him, there was no pressure to speak, no weighty expectations. Just patience. Gentle eyes. The language of hands and glances that left out a big smile on my face. The type of smile I had never had for years. Ever. Not after I had been abused by Sebastian. The only one who had tried giving me that smile again was Killian.He made me feel seen, not because I was broken or marked by fate, but simply because I was me.But even that comfort felt like betrayal now.Because when Killian entered the room, the air changed. My breath caught. My ski
I felt it before I saw itâthe shift in energy. Like something dark had passed through the walls of the pack house. I was sitting in the sunroom, staring out at the trees swaying in the breeze, trying to calm the thoughts in my head. But even the birds were quiet today.The silence wasnât peaceful. It was warning me.Luca hadnât come in all morning. And Killian... he hadnât come near me since I told him I needed time. It was like the air between us had frozen over. I didnât mind the distance. I needed it. But something about today felt wrong.I stood slowly, my feet light on the wooden floor. My heart beat faster with every step toward the hallway. The moment I turned the corner, I saw it. A single piece of paper in Killianâs hand. His knuckles were white around the edges of it, and his jaw was clenched so tight I thought he might break his teeth.I couldnât see the words from here. But I didnât need to.I felt it.The same way a hunted animal senses the predator before it pounces.Kil
The fear didnât leave.It stayed like a second skin. No matter how warm the sun was or how many voices surrounded me, it clung to meâcold, heavy, suffocating.Ever since that letter arrived, I hadn't felt safe. Not even here. Not even with Killian.Heâs already within your territory. Fourteen days. Return whatâs mine⊠or face a war.Sebastianâs words looped in my mind like a curse. I hadn't slept properly. I barely ate. My chest constantly ached with the pressure of unspoken fear. The kind of fear that sat in your bones, always whisperingâyouâre the reason this is happening.And now I was here, watching Killian stand in the center of the packâs training ground like a force of nature. He looked powerful. Unbreakable. His presence alone could have convinced any outsider that he was the last Alpha anyone would ever want to challenge.But I knew better.Sebastian didnât fight fair."Train harder. Triple rotations. Elaraâlead the north perimeter team. We don't take breaks. We donât leave c
The walls were no longer comforting for me. They felt too thin, too hollow, as if they could crumble at the whisper of his name.Sebastian.I couldnât get the taste of fear out of my mouth. It lingered like poison on my tongue. The moment I stepped outside my room, every creak, every gust of wind, every rustling leaf sounded like an enemy closing in.He was already inside the territory. Thatâs what the letter said.I replayed it in my mind as if memorizing it would give me some sense of control.âReturn whatâs mine in fourteen days. Or war will fall upon your pack like a storm they canât survive.âHe signed it with his name.That cruel, sharp signature.It was as if the ink carried his voice, slithering through my mind, dragging me back into that nightmare.I sat by the edge of the window in one of the quieter halls, knees tucked to my chest, trying to ground myself with deep breaths. But it didnât help. Nothing did. Every inhale tasted like panic.The sky was overcast today. Gray, he
The calm before the strike was the most terrifying part that I couldn't stand for a moment.Everything felt too still, even my feet.After Killian made that declaration, after he told Elara to send the message to Sebastian⊠I couldnât breathe properly. The walls of the pack house suddenly felt too small for me, like they were closing in on me. Every corner seemed to whisper his name across my ears. Every passing wolf felt like a spy sent by him that I should avoid.Sebastian.The name alone made my bones tremble. That monster that had mute me and cripple me to this shell I am trying to find myself out. It was just when I thought I was coming out of my shell, I was getting closer to Killian and his pack, he strikes again! Demanding to have me back.I couldnât stop shaking. Even when I hid in the garden behind the library, where the wildflowers grew thick and the wind was supposed to be soft⊠I still couldnât escape the chill wrapping around my spine.Fourteen days. He had given a dea
Fear is, was never a strange thing to meâit had always lingers like a bitter taste at the back of my throat, refusing to be swallowed. It doesnât matter how many times I blink, how many breaths I try to take, or how tightly I wrap the blankets around me in this sterile white room⊠it clings to me like a second skin.I had been poisoned.Someone had tried to kill me.And now, even though I was alive, the world didnât feel the same anymore for me.The healer, Luca, had explained the nature of the toxin to Killian after he forced the truth out of one of the junior kitchen staff who had crumbled under Elaraâs interrogations. It wasnât meant to kill me instantlyâit was slow, meant to cripple me bit by bit. A paralysis toxin mixed with a suppressant to dull a wolfâs shifting abilities. It was dangerous. Illegal. And rare poison.Do you know scariest part? Whoever did this knew what they were doing.I was the target. Not by mistake. Not by accident.On purpose.Killian had increased the patr
Killianâs POVI never thought Iâd be standing here, in the cold, sterile hallway of my pack house, feeling like a man slowly losing everything heâs ever known. But as I stood there, the weight of what was happening pressed down on me with every breath. Every second I spent away from Selene, every moment I wasnât at her side, I felt like I was failing her. Failing us.The poison was working its way through her body, slowing her, numbing her, but I wouldnât let it win. I couldnât. Not after everything weâve been through. Not after all the lies and betrayal. Selene deserved more than this. She deserved a life without fear, without this constant danger lurking in every corner.But who would I trust now?I walked the length of the hall, my mind a whirlpool of thoughts. Raven. The kitchen. The whispers that had filled the air, the night of the poisoning. Could it really be him? I clenched my fists, trying to push the doubt aside. Raven had been a part of my pack for years. He was loyal, was
I hate this bed.The scent of sterilized herbs, clean linen, and distant antiseptics is suffocating. Most times I feel like throwing up.I can hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Every tick reminds me of what Iâm losing.I tried to get up this morning.I tried to swing my legs off the bed, place my feet on the floor, and stand like I always have.But nothing happened. It was so stuffed like a ribbon was tied in my legs.No sensation. No pain. No movement.Just dead weight. And my feet can't move.I was becoming afraid. What was happening to my feet I can't tell. Left with no option than to scream!I screamed, clawing at the sheets, trying to force my body to obeyâanything but this helpless stillness. My legs⊠they wouldnât respond.I couldn't feel them.A part of me was stolen overnight, and I didnât even notice until I tried to move.Elara rushed in, panic veiled behind her usual cool expression. Luca followed her a heartbeat later. I saw it in their eyesâthe fear, the u
Killian's povThe halls echoed like a tomb which was filled with silence, each step I took it was bouncing back with hollow finality. Every footfall was a grim drumbeat, a chilling reminder of the silence Selene had been forced to endure. My boots struck the marble floor with a rhythm that felt too calm, too deliberate, for the tempest tearing through my veins. The air itself was heavyâthick with judgment, tension, and the memory of her nearly dying.Ravenâs confession rang in my skull, louder than the whispers that chased me through the corridors like shadows with teeth.He had tried to use the poison to kill selene or better still as he said to crippled her. And he had nearly succeeded in doing that if not only for the divine intervention of Luca. What haunted me wasnât just the attemptâit was how close he had come to fulfilling it. How precise his plan had been. How utterly personal.He didnât charge at her with a sword or strike from the shadows with a dagger.No.He chose somet
Killianâs POVThe door slammed shut behind me as I stepped into the private underground chamberâthe place where secrets came to rot and the truth was dragged out, screaming if it had to. The torches on the stone walls flickered with an orange glow, casting sharp shadows on the face of the man chained to the wall like a broken dog. Raven. The traitor. The snake who slithered into our Pack and infected it with poison.I sank into the heavy obsidian chair at the far end of the room. It was carved from stone and enchanted to enhance my Alpha presenceâa symbol of judgment and execution. My fingers drummed lightly on the armrest as I studied him. Raven was barely conscious, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, eyes swollen from earlier beatings. But the bastard still had the nerve to smirk.Elara stood beside him, arms folded, her fingers itching to strike again. Sheâd been interrogating him since I sent herâwhile I stayed behind. My mind immediately thought of Selene. My mate. My reas
After testing if my body system was working now, I was so excited, so was Luca and Killian. Killian moved closer, took my hands and gave me a hug then he made me sit down. Shivers run down my spine as our body collides. I didn't flinch. I didn't move. I just accosted the hug. After a few discussions between the both, I couldn't hear them well. I knew I was back to life again but my body was still weak and my vision was blurring.âShe needs some sleep now, maybe when she wakes her body system will be better than now,â Luca said to Killian. From the edge of my eyes I saw him pierce his eyes on me and he leaves the room. Leaving me all alone in the room.Slowly I closed my eyes and slept off.The first thing I felt when I woke again wasnât painâit was emptiness in me.I lay still for a long time after my hand was staring at the ceiling above me, a soft flickering glow from the lantern casting shadows that danced like whispers I couldnât hear. The weight in my chest hadnât left; in fac
The world came back to me in scattered pieces, like a puzzle slowly falling into place. First, there was darknessâsoft, suffocating, and oddly comforting. Then came a flicker of somethingâlight, maybe? A sensation brushing against my skin like a whisper. I wasnât sure where I was or what was happening, but I knew one thing: I wasnât dead. Not yet. I was coming back to life. The pressure of a mattress cradled my aching body. My limbs felt like they had turned to stone, each muscle screaming with fatigue. The weight of the blankets was oppressive and yet oddly reassuring. I could smell something faintâherbs and blood, maybe a hint of smoke? It grounded me, reminded me of the battlefield I had fought through, of the pain that had consumed me.My eyelids fluttered open with great effort, as though they were being pried apart by invisible fingers. Even in the dim lighting, it felt blinding. My vision was blurry at firstâshapes swimming before me like ghosts. Slowly, the room began to shar
Day seven arrived without warning. The night faded into gray, and morning didnât feel like morning anymore. There was no chirping of birds outside my window, no warmth breaking through the glass. Only cold, still air pressing against my skin like a second, unwanted blanket. My body felt heavier than yesterday. My eyes flickered open but didnât move to scan the room. It took too much effort. Even blinking felt like a decision.The scent of herbs was stronger today. It burned the inside of my nose and made my stomach twist. A part of me wanted to turn my head away, but that part no longer listened. My limbs felt like wet clothâuseless and slack.I heard Luca before I saw him. His soft footsteps entered the room, quiet but sure, followed by the faint clink of glass. He always tried not to make noise. He thought silence helped. Maybe it did. Maybe it didnât. But today, it only made the room feel emptier."Selene," Luca whispered, his voice close to my ear. I didnât turn to him. I didnât b
Killianâs POVI walked away from the room slowly, each step heavier than the last. My boots echoed down the hallway, but the sound did little to distract me from the storm inside my head. My chest felt tight, like something invisible had its grip on me, refusing to let go. I didnât look back. I couldnât. Not after seeing Selene like thatâso still, so pale, her breaths barely there.The silence in the hallway didnât match the noise in my mind. A thousand questions swirled like a hurricane. Was I doing the right thing? Could I save her? Could she survive this? And if she didnât... what would I become?I remembered Elder Garrickâs words."If she dies before the moon rises, the pack will turn on you. The pack must have a Luna."He never said it aloud, but we both knew who he meantâElara. My beta wolf. My most trusted warrior. She was fierce, loyal, and strong. Everything a Luna should be on paper.But Selene... Selene was different.She was broken, mute, and slowly dying.Yet somehow, she
Killianâs POVThe elderâs council room was cold and filled with heavy silence. I stood by the window, arms folded, jaw tight. The scent of incense burned low in the corner, but it did nothing to calm my nerves. Elara sat to my right, hands folded neatly in her lap. Chief Elder Garrick entered last, his long cloak dragging slightly behind him as he moved to his seat. He didnât sit yet. He looked straight at me.âThe Moonlight Celebration is five nights away, Alpha,â he said, voice low but firm. âHave you brought your mate-to-be forward for preparation?âI clenched my jaw before I answered. âThatâs why weâre here.âHe finally sat down. Elara turned her head slightly towards his direction and then back to mine, she was watching me like she was waiting for something, maybe waiting for me to say something.âI need more time,â I said in a cool dry voice. âJust a little.âElder Garrick frowned. âTime is not something the moon waits for. The celebration date cannot be moved. It has been decid
The morning of day eight arrived like a ghost, silent and grim.There was no warmth in it, no softness from the rising sun. Just the dull light bleeding through the curtains and the weight in my chest pressing heavier than before. The scent of herbs filled the room, thick and cloying, but even that was faint to me now. I couldnât lift my hand to wipe the sweat from my temple. I couldnât ask for water. I couldn't even whisper.I hadnât spoken a word in yearsânot since the trauma stole my voiceâbut now, even my hands refused to obey me. They trembled weakly whenever I tried to sign, and more often than not, my fingers just... gave up. It was like my body was already grieving the life it once had, before the poison began to eat away at what little strength I had left.Luca had finally said it aloud last night.âYouâre not getting better, Selene,â he whispered, kneeling beside my bed, his voice barely hiding the tremble in it. âThe poison is spreading too fast. Your heart is weakening.âA
The golden hue of evening spilled lazily through the tall windows, it was casting long shadows that danced across the marble floors . The room where I laid was quietâtoo quiet. Only the soft ticking of the clock above the fireplace marked the passing time.I laid there, propped up by a few pillows, my limbs unmoving and cold under layers of blankets which lay on my chest. Luca had come in earlier, carefully adjusting my IV and murmuring soft words I barely registered in my head. My mind was wandering about as he spoke. I couldn't recall what he said but I knew for certain he said something, something encouraging. His presence was calming, but even that felt muted against the steady ache that had settled deep inside me. The poison had sunk its clue deeper inside of me. Every passing hour was becoming traumatic for me. The pain. I hadnât been to class with Luca in days now. Not that I could move and he was also my healer. The lesson between us had been forced to pause everything con