Andrewโs POVThe fire crackled in the center of the gathering hall, its warmth doing nothing to chase away the cold knot in my chest.I was alive. I should have been grateful. I was grateful. In fact I was happy about it.But I felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. My second chance at life felt incomplete like something was missing.It was almost like Iโd been stitched back together, but some pieces were missing. Pieces that made life have more meaning.I barely remembered the moment I came back, but I remembered the emptiness. The way Iโd looked at Elara and felt nothing where there had once been everything.I have lived long and content till I found out that she was my mate and now that I've lost the said mate bond, I didn't feel the same despite living without it long ago.Now, as I sat at the head of the long wooden table, surrounded by my pack, I could feel the weight of their stares. The questions in their eyes.I didn't exactly tell them that Elara was my mate, but now they knew d
Elaraโs POVThe room fell into stunned silence immediately the words fell from Mara's lips.Maraโs words hung in the air like a curse. How the hell did she know? I made sure no one was wiser about the incident.In fact it turned out to favor me even though I had to take the poison to save the pack.But I knew no matter how I explained it to this pack, they would never understand once they found out the truth.My pulse pounded in my ears, a roaring sound drowning out the whispers spreading through the gathered wolves. Heat rushed to my face, but not from embarrassmentโrage burned through me, sharp and electric. But beneath it was fear. Because it meant there was someone monitoring me in this pack. And no, it wasn't Tom. There was another traitor.I took a step forward, my voice cutting through the tension. โThatโs a lie.โThere was no way I was admitting to trying to kill them. Before that day, they treated me like trash. How would they treat me if they knew the truth?Mara smirked, t
Elaraโs POVI turned to Andrew. He had supported me earlier. I was counting on that support again. I didnโt think. I didnโt hesitate. I just knew he would defend me, even though our mate bond was history.Even now, with the weight of Maraโs accusations pressing against my ribs like a vice, I thoughtโno, hopedโhe would stand by me.At least for old times sake, he would stand beside me on this matter. But when I met his eyes, my stomach dropped.He looked at me, but not the same way he looked normally looked at me. I admit that ever since I broke our mate bond, I've been avoiding him but it was not like something I wanted.It was either that or cry over what was lost and I was done crying. And I hoped he understood but it was obvious he didn't. Hiving him a good look since the day I made the sacrifice, I noticed he had changed over the past few days. He didn't come to find me, he hadn't said anything to me even though I tried to stay away. But that aside, staring into his eyes, I wa
Andrewโs POVThe council chamber was suffocating. I can't remember the last time I had entered this place.If I was being sincere, it was probably my father died and I kicked Mara out. The council wanted to put me under trial but after some thought, they dropped everything.The former alpha had been acting off in recent times but none of them had the gal to call him out.I just had to take matters in my hands.I stood at the front, Elara beside me, but we felt miles apart. She hadnโt looked at me since last night. Not really. Not the way she used to.I didnโt blame her. I kind ofโokay I actually let her down when I couldn't back her up when she needed me.But then I was still confused about how I felt about her. The bond between us was broken, and I felt the absence of it like a missing limb. But that wasnโt an excuse for my silence. I should have fought harder for her.I would. I had to. At least to make for yesterday. I just hope this turns out. At the end, It was my fault we were h
Elaraโs POVThe tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. After the council had made their decision, it felt almost irreversible.But then Andrew stood at the center of it allโtorn, conflicted, silent when I needed him loud. His hesitation was a wound that cut deeper than the accusations against me.Apart from the time he spoke up about me being watched closely, he hadn't said much. Not that it mattered now.I didnโt have time to dwell on it. There was so much to think about than a broken bond and a falling relationship.Three days. That was all I had before the trial, and I wasnโt going to sit around and wait for them to decide my fate.I needed answers. And I needed them fast. It's a good thing I enlisted the help of Micheal and Lora. With me under the kind of scrutiny I was, it would be difficult to look into certain matters without getting in trouble.It seems the troublesome duo didn't account for the fact that I would still have people willing to assist despite the accus
Elara's POVThe name on the note stared back at me like a ghost from the past. Kieran. There was something about it that set me off. Was the veiled sight reacting to the name?My pulse pounded in my ears like I had been running some kind of marathon. I tried to concentrate on the way I was reacting to this but I came up blank.What was it with this name?I had never met him, and the name looked as foreign to me as a language I had no idea even existed. But judging from their faces, they knew who he was. โMind telling me who this Kieran guy is?โ I asked holding up the paper to them. โI've never heard of him before but for him to get you in this mood, he must mean something.โDespite the turmoil going on inside me, I had opted for casual tone to avoid getting them any more agitated.Lora nodded like she knew who this guy was. Was I the only one who didn't know him? I came to this pack before her yet she seemed know more than I ever did.But my guess was Michael had filled her in on who
Elaraโs POVThe masked figure lunged.I barely had time to react. My instincts kicked in, sharp and immediate. I twisted my body sideways as his arm slashed through the air where my neck had been seconds before. I slammed my shoulder into his ribs, hard enough to stagger him, then dropped low and kicked his legs out.He stumbled but didnโt go down.I backed toward the dresser, grabbing the first heavy object I could findโa silver candlestick Andrew had left me to see in the dark before everything went to shit. I raised it like a weapon.โWho sent you?โ I demanded, my voice harsh and steady.The figure said nothing. Just adjusted his stance like he was waiting for my next move. His presence filled the room, tall and calm. That unnerved me more than if he had charged again.I struck first. I wasnโt waiting around for answers anymore.I feinted left, swung from the right, caught his shoulder. He grunted, staggering slightly, then caught my wrist mid-swing on the second try.His grip was
Andrewโs POVI stood outside the council chamber, my hand clenched around the carved wolfโs head on the door.Behind it, silence filled the room. I hadnโt slept. Not since I made the announcement. Not since I watched the light in Elaraโs eyes go dark right in front of me. That moment had shook something deep inside meโsomething I didnโt know how to fix.I told myself I did it for the pack. For peace. For fairness. But the way she looked at meโฆIt felt like the worst mistake in my fucking life. I hated the fact that I was being indecisive.Ever since she broke the mate bond, it's like I couldn't come up with a sensible decision when it comes to her.With the mate bond gone, I shouldn't be feeling any attachment to her but it seems like I was wrong.From the look on her face, it was like she didnโt believe in fairness anymore.And whose fault was that?The doors opened with a low creak, and Tobias gave me a short nod from the other side. The other elders were already seated in their c
Elara's POVThe scream that tore from my throat didnโt feel like mine.It came from somewhere deeperโbone-deep, soul-deep. My back arched against the pulsing altar, and the red light crashing down from the Blood Moon carved through me like I was paper. Everything inside me felt like it was breaking apart. Shattered pieces of a girl who used to be Elara.Then I heard him."Elara!" Andrewโs voice cut through the chaos.I clung to it.The pain was still there, like I was being ripped from the inside out, but I clung to the sound of him. It grounded me. Reminded me of who I was. Of the nights we used to spend togetger as a couple. As mates. Of the way he whispered my name when no one else was listening.I blinked through the red haze and found him kneeling beside me, hands cupping my face. His eyes wide. Terrified. His thumb brushed the tears off my cheeks, and I leaned into the touch like it was the only thing keeping me alive."Youโre still here," I choked out."Iโm not going anywher
Andrewโs POVThe world went quiet.It shouldnโt have. There was chanting all around me, the sky roaring with thunder, cultists pacing like wolves ready to tear the altar apart. But all I could hear was the sound of her heart breaking.Elaraโs eyes were locked on meโpleading, desperate, furious.And Iโd faltered.Fates, Iโd faltered.The girl beside herโthe replacementโwas glowing now. Not metaphorically. Literally. The altar pulsed under her knees, and I could feel the magic reaching for her like it had once reached for Elara.This was the moment.One path ended in her survival. The other? Salvation for the rest of the world.I didnโt move.My chest felt like it was splitting in half. The prophecy I didn't know much about seemed not to care who she was. It just needed a vessel. And now it had one.But she wasnโt Elara.โYou said you loved her,โ Michaelโs voice tore through the tension, sharp and shaking. โSo act like it.โI blinked.โSheโs dying,โ Dorian said again from behind me. Cal
Elaraโs POVI couldnโt feel my hands.Not because of the chainsโtheyโd long since numbed my wrists. It wasnโt even the dark magic humming through the stone under me, or the pulsing weight of that fake moon bleeding into the sky.It was the woman.Her.The one Dorian dragged in like an offering. The one who looked like me. I didn't know how he managed to do something this sick all on his own but it had my hackles rising.She stumbled, dirt in her hair, blood down one arm. Her eyes met mineโand I saw myself.I froze.My mouth went dry.No.No, no, no. I have to get to the bottom of this.โWhat is this?โ I croaked. My voice was rough, scraped raw from screaming earlier. โWho is she?โDorian smiled, cold and smooth. โInsurance,โ he said. โA vessel the altar will accept willingly.โโSheโs not me.โ I pointed out trying to figure out exactly was going on.โSheโs enough,โ he said. โThe Blood Moon doesnโt care for names. Only bloodlines. Only sacrifice.โBehind him, Harrow stood silent, arms f
Michaelโs POVIโd seen hell before.Iโd seen blood-soaked battlefields, the ruins of old packs cursed by forgotten gods, and the aftermath of hunts gone sideways. But nothingโnothingโprepared me for the madness that unfolded once Elara vanished into the altar.One second she was there, blood burning on the stones. The next, the ground split and swallowed her like sheโd never existed. Andrew dove after her, but the crack sealed fastโtoo fast.We stood frozen. Just for a beat.Then the sky changed.A deep rumble rolled across the cloudsโslow and hungry. The black above us began to shift, bruising over with a sickly red hue. The true Blood Moon was still weeks off, but what rose above the mountain now? That was no moon. That was an imitation. Something summoned.Kieran raised his hands, shouting incantations in a language Iโd only ever know can be found in hidden scrolls and dark books.The cultists around him echoed the words. Voices rising, and twisting like one. If it wasn't for sac
Andrewโs POVI didnโt look at Elara. Not when I heard Kieran say it. Not when that thing that looked like her stepped into the firelight with dead eyes and a mocking smile.Because if I looked at her right then, I mightโve lost the control Iโd been holding onto since we stepped into this cursed clearing. And right now, she needed me steady. Not broken.The Gatekeeper. Thatโs what he called it.But that wasn't Elaraโnot really. It was a lie dressed in her skin. Some unholy mimic summoned to rattle us before the real bloodbath began.Greg cursed softly behind me, low and venomous.โWe need to move,โ he muttered. โNow. Theyโre baiting us.โKieran was already turning, robes sweeping the earth as he walked back toward the rise of the altar behind him. โFollow,โ he called. โOr run. The outcome doesnโt change.โHe was right. If we decided to back down, it won't change anything. His men will give chase and he could use some other means to capture Elara.I didn't want to be away from her.I st
Elaraโs POVAfter what happened in tombs, Andrew and I managed to escape that place and made it back to our friends.โAre you ok?โ The words hadnโt even fully left Andrewโs mouth when a message hit me. Not through the air, not by any messenger, but inside my head, cold and direct.โJoin us willingly, and weโll spare the rest of your pack.โKieran.I stood frozen in the middle of the shattered cemetery, my boots soaked from the broken ground that still bled magic. Smoke curled in lazy spirals from the scorched edges of the broken seal behind us. The earth trembled, subtle but steady, like it was breathing beneath our feet.I didnโt move. I didnโt speak.Andrewโs hand brushed mine. โWhat is it?โI met his eyes, hating what I was about to say. โIt was Kieran. Heโs offering a deal.โMichael spun around from where he was guarding the broken archway behind us. โWhat kind of deal?โGreg, who hadnโt spoken since weโd forced the cultists back into the tunnels, just narrowed his eyes. I didnโ
Andrew's POVElara stood over the cracked floor, her hands still faintly glowing from the power sheโd just unleashed as she tried to protect us. I couldnโt take my eyes off her. She looked like something ancient and untouchableโnot terrifying, not to me, but looked different. Changed.The seal beneath the cemetery groaned again, a deep pulse rattling up through my boots and into my spine.โWe need to move,โ I said, my voice low. โThat crack wasnโt the end of it.โElara didnโt answer. Her breath came in short bursts, her eyes fixed on the broken seal. By now, the spirits had disappeared.I touched her shoulder. โHey.โShe blinked. Looked at me. And for a second, I thought she might fall apart.โIt spoke to me,โ she whispered. โThe seal. Or something beneath it. I felt it looking back at me.โI wanted to lie, tell her it was her imagination. But the air was charged, too still. The kind of still that comes before a storm tears the sky in half.Then, from the tree line, came the low soun
Elaraโs POVI stared at the burning door like it was about to swallow me whole. My nameโElaraโetched in glowing runes I didnโt recognize but somehow understood. The heat pouring off it wasnโt real heat. It was something else. Energy. Memory. Grief.Andrewโs hand was tight around mine, grounding me. His voice broke through the thrum in my head. โElaraโฆ talk to me. What the hell is happening?โI opened my mouth, but nothing came out.Because I didnโt know.Something inside me did, but I didnโt.The spirits hovered behind us, still chanting. Their words no longer sounded threatening. They were mournful, like an old lullaby twisted by time. One of them stepped forward againโthe female with hollow eyes.โYouโve returned,โ she said softly. โThe Gatekeeper walks again.โI blinked, throat dry. โButโโโYou carry her blood,โ she said. โThatโs enough.โAndrew moved in front of me. โWe didnโt come to unlock anything. We came to destroy that stone.โThe spirit tilted her head, floating closer. โA
Andrewโs POVThe cemetery was too quiet. Even the birds had stopped singing.I stood at the edge of the wrought iron gate, my hand resting on the cold metal. The paint had long chipped away, leaving behind rust and claw marks. How did this happen? I wondered tracing the mark.Behind me, Elaraโs breath hitched, and I turned just enough to catch the flicker of fear in her eyes.โIโm ready,โ she whispered.I wasnโt sure she was. I wasnโt sure I was. But I nodded anyway, stepped aside, and let her pass through first.Michael grunted something under his breath, the kind of grumble meant to be heard. Greg followed, silent and sharp-eyed. Lora pulled her coat tighter, flipping through the notes sheโd scribbled down from the old texts.This place had been hallowed ground once. Before the cult got their claws in. Before the spirits began to whisper from beneath the soil.We werenโt just walking into a cemeteryโwe were stepping into the belly of a trap.โElara and I go first,โ I said, stoppin