MasukFionaEverything felt too fast. Too loud. Too bright. My heart was beating so hard that it almost felt like it would jump right out of my chest. My wolf kept whimpering inside me, saying the same thing over and over again like a broken drum.“He’s not dead. He’s not dead. He’s not dead.”And I could not even push the voice away, because a part of me already knew it was true.Orion was alive. Somehow. Someway. And he was coming for me.The flames around the borderland were still dancing high in the air, burning everything in sight. Wolves were screaming. Some falling and some rising again before falling once more. The heat stung my skin like tiny needles. My fingers shook as I held my son close to my chest. Lucian stood in front of me with a snarl so deep that the ground vibrated.“There! Right there!” a warrior shouted suddenly.Every warrior’s eyes turned to the moving shape inside the flames. Lucian stiffened. My breath caught in my throat. The shape moved closer and closer, until
Three years later,FionaI do not know when it really started. Maybe it was the night the wind sounded like someone crying. Or maybe it was the morning my little boy woke up with tears on his cheeks and said something that made every part of me freeze.“Uncle’s cold.”Just like that. Soft. Like he did not even know the words he said.Lucian turned to me so fast that I almost stepped back. His eyes were wide like he expected me to explain it. But how was I supposed to explain something I did not understand myself. I only reached for my son. He climbed into my arms quickly and hid his face on my shoulder like the world was too heavy for him.“Maybe he was dreaming,” Lucian whispered. But his voice shook too.I nodded but I knew he was not dreaming. I knew it in the deepest part of my chest because I heard it too, sometimes, when everything was silent. A voice. A voice that sounded like Orion but also did not sound like him. A voice that felt like it was made of smoke and fire and old pa
FionaOrion.It can’t be. It’s impossible. He burned. I saw the flames consume him. I watched that fire eat through every piece of him until there was nothing left.But those eyes… I’d know them anywhere.The warrior beside me grips his sword tighter. “Should I pursue, Luna?”I couldn’t even answer. My lips parted, but the words refused to come out of it. In that moment of fear and hesitation, the figure turns and it vanishes into the fog behind the tree lines, disappearing as if the forest swallowed it whole.“Wait—!” I take a step forward, but the warrior’s hand catches my arm.“Whatever that was, it is gone now, Luna,” he says, scanning the area cautiously. “It might’ve even been a stray rogue.”No. No. I shook my head absentmindedly. It wasn't. I can still feel it—the weight of that gaze, the silent accusation buried in those eyes. It’s……terrifying. By the time we get back to the pack house, the image of that wolf has somehow burned itself into my mind like a scar that refuses to
FionaIt didn't take long before the untouched parts of the pack house were swallowed by the fire. Lucian’s arms were wrapped around me, but it was to prevent me from running inside because I would have. My heart sank, sheer horror and shock gripped me at the same time. The crushing weight of knowing nothing could be done settled deep inside me. My chest convulsed, lungs seizing as though I too was being swallowed alive. I wanted to run to him—to do something at least, but Lucian’s firm arms around my waist prevented me. “No…” I whimpered like a kitten, the word was nothing but air, fragile and pitiful. Tears violently blurred my vision, but I could bring myself to look away. Every second stretched into eternity. Guilt dug its claws into my side, whispering that I should have stopped this, that love was supposed to protect—that I was supposed to protect him just as he had always protected me. “There’s nothing anyone could have done, Fiona. The fire couldn’t be stopped even if w
FionaMaddox’s wolf continued to squeal and whimper as it kicked and jumped around in the fire that now locked away his fur. That, however, was just background noise to Lucian and Orion. The two glared down at one another with an intensity that spoke volumes of promised violence, death even. Lucian’s gaze burned with an intensity that made my soul quiver, even though his aggression wasn’t directed at me. “Lucian, please, listen to me,” my voice came out in a stammer, but I pushed on, taking causations steps closer to him. “We don’t have time for this. Orion is on your side.”“He wasn’t on my side when he sent those rogues through my border. He’s a f*cking traitor, Fiona.”“He was blinded by rage, and did it all out of anger. He wasn’t thinking straight…”“Tell me, Fiona, why was he raged, and since when has hatred been eating him from the inside?” He asked, jaw clenched as he stalked forward. “This bastard has been pretending to be loyal to me all these years, and you’re taking his
Fiona“Lucian!” I cried, dodging balls of fire, falling from the ceiling as I hurried towards them. The wall of fire wasn’t enough to stop me from diving through to get hold of whoever was brutalizing my mate. The moment I crossed the inferno into the mostly untouched part of the room, anger coiled through me. Kneeling over Lucian, was an evil figure, wiping his victim’s blood off his blade with his tongue. Maddox. “Look who has the last laugh, you fool,” he laughed. He mustn’t have noticed or heard me enter from all the noise of the ceiling crash and roaring flames. But I was quick to give him a notice. I landed a blow I thought was fatal on the side of his face from behind. Maddox grunts, falling off Lucian’s bleeding body. A whimper automatically escapes me as I knelt beside him, taking his hand in mine. I don’t waste time anymore despite the overwhelming force clenching my heart. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I’m blinded by it as I scramble over his body, searching for w







