Diana The silence after Alpha Darius speaks is unbearable. “Burned,” he says again, his voice thick with grief, barely above a whisper. The weight of his words presses down on the room, suffocating in its intensity. I stand frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from him. His grief is raw, a living, breathing thing that fills the chamber and crawls under my skin. I can almost feel the pain he carries—the unimaginable loss of his only child. In the center of the room, Billy stands alone. His shoulders slump, and his face is as pale as I’ve ever seen it. His hands shake at his sides, and I can hear his breathing—shallow, uneven, almost labored. He looks like he’s about to collapse, and my heart aches for him. Across from us, on the other side of the room, standing right beside Alpha Darius, Marcus is a stark contrast. He looks… proud. He stands tall, his lips curling into a faint smirk. The triumph in his eyes makes my stomach churn. He thinks he’s won. Beside me, Dominicus has
Diana I clench my fists, my nails biting into my palms as Elder Lyra’s voice cuts through the room. “Do you swear that the words you spoke before this Council are the truth?” she asks, eyes trained on the two Omegas, her tone clipped and icy, though an unmistakeable undertone of satisfaction weaves through her words. The Omegas exchange nervous glances, their hands twisting together anxiously. The young man, his hollowed eyes darting toward Marcus as if seeking permission or reassurance, finally stammers, “Y-yes… I swear.” The others follow in halting voices, echoing his claim. Their testimonies, vague and riddled with half-truths, seem intentionally crafted to sound plausible. Every word is designed to nudge the narrative closer to a damning conclusion. But I know they’re lies. Every. Single. Word. I glance at Marcus. He still stands stiffly, his pale face damp with sweat, but his eyes gleam with the triumph of someone who thinks they’ve won. My fury deepens. The coward thinks
Diana The room goes silent. The Elders freeze in place and some look quite discomforted. Out the corner of my eye, I see the Omega’s faces drain of color, their mouths opening and closing, but no words come out. With cold satisfaction, I watch as Beta Marcus pales, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes dart around the room as if searching for an escape route. His leg begins to shake, in a telltale sign of his unraveling nerves. His smug confidence has shattered, and now, desperation oozes from him. But it is Alpha Darius who holds my attention. His stern, grief-lined face had hardened as my words echo in the room. His eyes narrow, glinting with suspicion, and his gaze shifts from me to Marcus. The shift is subtle at first, but then it sharpens. His focus on Marcus is no longer casual; it’s the weighty, burning stare of an Alpha seething with rage. Marcus visibly recoils under that stare. It’s as though Alpha Darius’s fury has physical form, pressing down on him like a cr
Diana “And as for the Omegas,” she continues, her tone dripping with disdain, “you’ve seized on minor discrepancies in their testimonies—three minutes, five minutes—as if that’s enough to discredit their entire account. But nervousness can affect memory. Fear can make details blur. What matters is the consistency of their core story. They saw you and Gamma Billy-“ Except they didn’t. “-They witnessed what happened.” I snap, unable to hold back any longer. “How could they witness something that didn’t even happen?!” “Enough,” she cuts me off, her voice like ice. “Your objections are noted, but they hold no weight here. You are not the judge of this Council. We are.” My chest heaves with suppressed frustration. She’s twisting everything, bending logic to fit their narrative. Elder Lyra leans forward, her eyes narrowing as she casts a glance at the Omegas, who are still trying to compose themselves after the shock I’ve just delivered. “You’re creating a fantasy, Diana. A
Diana If he could grow wings, Marcus would have sprouted a pair right now and flown around the room. That’s how smug and ecstatic he looks, practically vibrating with delight as Elder Lyra speaks. I watch him with cold, steady eyes. My gaze turns back to the Elders table. “Finally,” Elder Lyra says, her voice low and deliberate, “we come to the most damning aspect of this case: the state of the boy’s body.” Her gaze hardens, and she staightens. “The boy’s body was burned. That much is undeniable. Burned to such an extent that no clear evidence of the perpetrator remains. But the timing, the location, and the desperation of such an act tell us everything we need to know.” Her eyes narrowing as she looks at me. “This was no accident, no moment of blind rage. This was a calculated attempt to destroy evidence—to hide the truth. And who, Miss Castellanos, would have the greatest motivation to do such a thing?” I hold her gaze, refusing to react. The weight of the accusation, th
Diana “Irrelevant details? You mean the glaring contradictions in your so-called evidence? The impossibilities in your timeline? The complete lack of logic in the witnesses’ story? Also-“ I glance at the huddling Omega before looking back at her, “how can you just willingly take the testimony of an Omega on behalf of someone else at face value?” I’m not trying to he discriminatory at all. But it’s also the truth that Omega, being the lowest class of wolves are at the complete mercy of the higher ranking wolves in the pack. It would be so easy to coerce them into give a false testimony- just as Marcus has done now. And a body as wise and knowledgable as the Council should be aware of this fact. “It’s obvious they’re being forced”, and the female Omega actually flinches when I say this, her head bowing even lower. Displeased as I am with them, I can’t find it in me to blame them. They are merely pawns in this game. Victims in their own right. As someone who has been in th
Diana The Elders rise from their seats, their robes brushing against the polished floors as they turn and disappear through a grand door behind their table. The heavy oak doors close with a resonant thud, and silence settles over the chamber. Billy stiffens beside me, his breath quick and shallow. He looks like a man waiting for the guillotine to drop, his fear practically radiating off him. Across from me, Marcus looks equally nervous, though he attempts to mask it with a smug tilt of his lips. His eyes dart toward the closed door, then to me, as if trying to gauge my reaction. But I don’t give him anything. Instead, I turn my attention to Dominicus. He hasn’t moved an inch, his posture as relaxed and commanding as it’s been since we walked into this farce of a hearing. His thumb brushes against my palm, a soothing rhythm that anchors me. Barely a few minutes pass before the doors creak open again, and the Elders file back into the chamber, their expressions unchanged. M
Diana The single word hangs in the air like a guillotine. The casual indifference in his voice stuns everyone into silence. “What does that have to do with me?” The room is deathly quiet, the Elders exchanging uneasy glances. Elder Fendel stares at him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Finally, Fendel sputters, his voice rises in indignation. “Alpha Dominicus, as an Amadeus, you may believe you are above the Council’s power, but Miss Castellanos is not. She is a member of the Zervos Pack and falls under our jurisdiction. We have every right—” “Oh? Didn’t you know?” Dominicus interrupts smoothly. He lifts my hand, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the back of it, his gaze never leaving the Elders. His voice drops, cold and chilling. “She’s my mate.” His voice drops, taking on a chilling undertone. “You… want to take my mate away from me?” The Elders go pale, their eyes wide with shock and dawning horror. “M-Mate?” Elder Rothgar stammers. El
DianaI don’t say anything. I can’t—because part of me agrees with him.He searches my face, voice cracking.“I already lost your mate. And for 13 years, I believed I lost my child too. I won’t lose you.”The silence between us stretches again. The grief in his words coils around my ribs like a vice.After a long moment, I exhale.“I promise,” I say softly, reaching for his hand, “we’ll talk about this. We’ll figure it out. But right now… let’s go back inside. There’s still more Eleanor has to tell us.”He looks at me for a long moment. Then, finally, he nods.We walk back together, quiet and heavy with unspoken thoughts. Inside, the room is just as we left it—Dominicus and Eleanor still seated, their faces somber.Billy crosses his arms as he steps in, his tone dry but edged in steel.“Might as well just leave her with the humans. She was safe there. Let her stay hidden.”Eleanor tilts her head slightly.“Yes, she’s safe,” she says calmly. “But for how long?”He frowns but doesn’t an
Diana The room goes quiet. I blink in confusion, taken aback and not understanding why he’s so angry. My brows furrow as I watch him in confusion. He seems to be getting more furious by the second. It’s a fury I don’t think I have ever seen on him before. My mind races a second more and it clicks. My heart stutters before dropping to the pit of my stomach. I hadn’t thought of that. Not fully. Shit! Blood drains from my face and I suddenly feel sick. Billy asks again, slower this time, the words like steel. “Who the fuck did you say was gonna fight him?” Eleanor’s expression crumples into something close to guilt. She looks down. I bite my lower lip. Dom’s brows draw together. Billy’s voice is calm but dark. “Three people, right? That’s what you said?” He points at Dominicus. “One is the Amadeus Alpha. He’ll fight the physical battle.” Then he points at me. I flinch. “Second is the Castellanos Alpha and Priestess. That’s you.” I can’t meet his eyes. “And the third…
Diana He starts pacing toward the door like a man possessed. I glance outside—the sky is pitch black, the moon high and silver. “Billy,” I say gently, “it’s late. Why don’t we go tomorrow?” But he shakes his head, already reaching for the doorknob. “I can’t wait. Who knows where she is? What kinda situation she’s in? If she’s far, the sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll reach her—” Eleanor lifts her eyes to Dom in a silent signal. Dominicus stands immediately, moves forward, and catches Billy by the shoulders before he can bolt. “Wait,” he says gently but firmly. “Where are you going? You don’t even have the tracker yet. How will you find her without it?” Billy blinks. “Right. Right, right.” He lets himself be guided back, still jittery, heart pounding in his chest. He turns to Eleanor again, eyes wide and pleading. “Then give it to me. The… the thing you said. What is it?” “I’ll make you a Scrythorn,” Eleanor replies. “It’s an ancient charm, carved and imbued with s
Diana Billy hasn’t moved. His eyes are bloodshot and shining, and when he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse. “You said you used dark magic, too,” he rasps to Eleanor. “But you’re still here. Still… you. Why couldn’t she do the same?” Eleanor’s face softens. “Because she wasn’t strong enough. Six years of dark magic, even in small doses, is too much. I stopped after one spell. I cut myself off. Let the darkness bleed out slowly over time. But your mate…” She sighs. “She didn’t have that luxury. The curse had corrupted her too much”. But I know the rest. Eleanor is the Primarch Arcana. Stronger than any light witch alive. That’s the difference. That’s why she survived. Billy lowers his head, shoulders slumping. He doesn’t speak for a long time. My chest aches with a pressure that builds and builds until I can barely breathe. All those years, I thought no one loved me. That I meant nothing to anyone. I was wrong. Now I know—my parents, the witches who could have teleport
Diana Eleanor folds her hands in her lap, her face as gentle as ever, but I see the flicker of regret in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Billy,” she says softly. “What I’m about to tell you might be hard to hear. But I believe it will answer the questions you’ve carried for a long time.” Billy glances between Dom and I, seeing the corresponding seriousness on our faces and sits straighter, “Go on,” he says. Eleanor nods. “Just as I was explaining to Diana and Dominicus, your mate—Myralie—was the one who suppressed Diana’s wolf. It was the only way she could keep her from shifting, and from being found.” Billy’s head jerks slightly. “Myralie?” he repeats, his brow creasing. “You mean… Myra?That her real name?” I watch the flicker of pain flash through his eyes. He once told us he didn’t know much about her. Only her name. And now it turns out… even that was only half true. There’s a bittersweet sadness in his face as the realization sets in. His mouth parts slightly, but no words come. “S
Diana Dominicus stares at her, brows drawn. “So… you’re not dying,” he says, voice low, suspicious. “I’m not dying,” she insists, looking directly at him now. “I swear it.” He holds her gaze for a beat longer. Then, finally, he nods. I feel the tight coil of tension in his body loosen, the faintest ripple of relief coming through the bond. I exhale too, only now realizing I’d been holding my breath. “It’s not fair,” I whisper. The words slip out before I can stop them, soft and aching. Eleanor looks at me with kind eyes, and then gives a small smile. “Magic isn’t a person, dear. It has no consciousness to look into the facts surrounding the incident and decide whether or not it’s fair. It doesn’t think or feel. It simply is.” She sets her teacup down gently, the sound barely audible. “Light magic doesn’t coexist with dark magic. It won’t. The moment I used it—even to save someone—I knew what it meant. My days as the Primarch were numbered.” Her smile turns wry. “The fac
Diana She lifts her eyes, and they shimmer with something like wonder. “I felt it. A divine ripple. Like something ancient had stirred. Like the pattern of fate had twisted slightly on its axis.” Her fingers curl around the porcelain cup. “I didn’t know what it meant. But I knew—something was coming. I didn’t know what, or who, but… I hoped.” She looks at me now. And her expression softens into something almost reverent. “And then, one morning… a girl walked in.” My throat tightens. Eleanor’s voice drops into a hush, as though telling a sacred secret. She gives me a small smile. “A werewolf… a werewolf with a sealed wolf”. “A beautiful girl,” she continues. “Her eyes were haunted and it was obvious she was running from something.” My stomach tightens. Eleanor’s expression softens again. “It took me just one look. I knew exactly who you were. The Castellanos Alpha heir. The one who escaped the massacre. I was… stunned.” She shakes her head with a quiet chuckle, bu
Diana I swallow the lump in my throat. For the longest time, Dom had no one. I’m so glad is finding more family and loved ones. He doesn’t answer. But his eyes shine, and he reaches up, catching her wrist. “You should’ve told me,” he murmurs, his voice thick, “I wasn’t in the right state of mind for a long time, but when I got better-“ She looks at him with weary affection. “Because you’d already suffered enough,” she says softly. “You were just starting to come back to yourself. I didn’t want to pile all this… this heavy, dark mess on your shoulders.” Her eyes flick over to me, and a teasing smile tugs at her lips. “And you had just started falling in love, too. I couldn’t bear to spoil it.” My cheeks warm instantly. Eleanor chuckles. “After nearly a decade of pain and silence, you deserved a little reprieve. Both of you. Watching it happen—watching you fall for each other—it was so cute. And awkward.” I let out a tiny, strangled sound and cover my face with my hand
DianaShe stops in front of him.“The witches at the Castellanos pack…” she says, voice quiet, “they did reach out to me.”I bite down on my lower lip. Hard.“But not to ask me to come. They weren’t calling me for help.” Her gaze flickers to me. “They just wanted me to know what was happening. That the dark witches were there. That the Castellanos were preparing to fall.”Her voice dips, heavy with the weight of regret.“I wanted to go. I swear I did.” Her hands tighten at her sides. “But I knew… I knew if I went like I was, I’d only be a burden.”The words hit like a cold wave.“I couldn’t use my magic properly,” she continues. “It was still tainted. I was still walking that razor’s edge. And if I stepped into a battle like that—drew onto the bulk of magic to battle- the dark magic inside me would’ve stirred violently… fed on the chaos”Her throat tightens.“I would’ve had two choices: fight it or give in. If I had resisted, it would have killed me. If I had given in…” She looks up a