(Sera’s POV)
My heart is still racing when I walk away from him. It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m not supposed to feel anything, especially not for someone like him. But here I am, my pulse erratic, my breath shallow, and my mind spinning in every direction. Lucian Hale, the Alpha of Silvermist Pack. The man who exudes power like a weapon, the one who’s not afraid to use it, and yet somehow... somehow, I can’t shake the thought of him. Maybe it’s because of the way he looked at me, or maybe it’s the fire in his eyes that’s dangerous enough to burn everything in its path. But whatever it is, it stirs something deep inside me. Something I’ve kept buried for years. I can’t afford to be distracted. Not now. Not when my mission is clear. I came here for a reason, and that reason isn’t to get tangled up in some Alpha’s games. I’m not interested in playing by their rules. And I’m certainly not here to fall for someone who thinks he can control me. But the thing is, I didn’t come here to destroy Lucian. Not exactly. I came here to find the truth. To find the one responsible for my father’s death. The one who betrayed my family. I know the Silvermist Pack played a role in it. I just need to find out how and why. Lucian’s presence makes everything more complicated, though. He makes it harder to focus, harder to breathe, and harder to hold onto my rage. I want to hate him. I want to hate everything about him, the way he carries himself like he owns the world, the way his eyes linger on me like I’m a puzzle he’s desperate to solve. But I can’t. I can’t hate him. Not yet. I move through the halls of the Silvermist Packhouse, my footsteps quick and deliberate. I need to clear my head, to recalibrate. I know the other candidates are still in the training area, but I don’t have time for them. I don’t have time for anything except what I came here to do. I turn a corner and nearly bump into someone. I look up, expecting to find one of the pack members, but instead, it’s Kade. He’s standing there, arms crossed, looking as if he’s been waiting for me. His dark eyes watch me with a kind of intensity I can’t quite place. "You seem... distracted," he says, his voice low and steady. I raise an eyebrow. "And what does that mean?" Kade steps closer, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "It means you’ve been watching the Alpha a little too closely." I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. "I’m not here to entertain anyone, Kade. Least of all Lucian." He doesn’t seem convinced. "I’m not talking about entertainment. I’m talking about something else. There’s something about the way you look at him... like you’re trying to figure him out. Like you’re waiting for him to do something wrong." I take a step back, trying to put some distance between us. "You don’t know anything about me." Kade holds up his hands, as if in surrender. "Maybe not. But I know enough to see when something’s off." I want to argue with him, but I can’t find the words. He’s right, in a way. There is something off. I can’t help it. Lucian stirs something in me, something I’m not sure I want to feel. But I can’t let that interfere with my plans. I can’t let him be a distraction. Not when the stakes are so high. "I didn’t come here to talk about Lucian," I say, my voice sharper than I intended. "I’m here to do what I came for." Kade’s gaze softens just a fraction, but it’s enough to make me pause. "I know. But be careful, Sera. The more you stay in this pack, the more you’ll get tangled in its politics. And the more you’ll get tangled with him." I don’t respond, not because I don’t have anything to say, but because I don’t know what to say. Kade’s words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning. I want to brush them off. I want to tell him that I’m stronger than that. But the truth is, I’m already tangled up. The moment I set foot in this packhouse, I became a part of something much larger than I realized. Before I can speak, Kade turns and walks away, his broad back disappearing into the shadows of the hallway. I stand there for a moment, still processing what he said. His words are a warning, I know that much. And yet, there’s something else behind them. Something I can’t quite figure out. I don’t know if Kade is trying to protect me or if he’s just looking out for his Alpha. Either way, I can’t let his warnings get to me. I’m not here for them. I’m here for me. For my family. For revenge. But as I walk toward the training grounds, my thoughts keep drifting back to Lucian. The way his gaze follows me, the weight of his presence, the fire that burns in him. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m in deeper than I ever thought. The training grounds are just ahead, and I can already hear the sounds of wolves sparring. I push the door open, stepping into the open space, but my eyes immediately find him. Lucian. Standing at the edge of the arena, his broad shoulders stiff, his jaw clenched. He’s watching the trials, but there’s something about the way he watches them. It’s not just a leader overseeing his pack. It’s more... personal. His eyes meet mine across the yard, and for a moment, everything around us falls away. The other candidates, the sounds of the sparring, the tension in the air, it all fades to the background. It’s just him. And me. I don’t look away. I refuse to. Lucian’s expression doesn’t change, but I feel it... the pull. Like we’re tethered to each other, even when we don’t want to be. I take a deep breath and force myself to look away first, focusing on the candidates as they train. But I know one thing for sure: I’ll never be able to escape him. Not now. Not ever. And as much as I hate to admit it, a part of me doesn’t want to.I should’ve seen it coming.The moment I stepped into the training grounds, I knew everything was about to change. I could feel it in the air, thick with the scent of sweat and raw power, the thrum of energy crackling just beneath the surface. The sound of wolves clashing, their bodies slamming against the earth in training, filled the space around me. But none of it mattered. Not when I was staring directly at him.Lucian Hale.Alpha. King of the Silvermist Pack. A beast with the power to crush anyone who crossed him, and yet... here he was, watching me like I was the most intriguing thing he’d ever seen.I can’t be distracted. Not by him, not by anything.I try to shake it off, focusing on the other candidates. I have to. I need to. but when I glance toward the edge of the arena, his gaze is already on me. It’s like a magnetic force, pulling me in. The intensity of his eyes almost makes my heart stop for a beat.He’s not just watching me. He’s studying me.The thought sends a jolt t
“You didn’t tell me you knew how to fight like that.”The voice came from behind me, smooth and lazy. I didn’t even need to look to know it was him.Lucian.The hairs on my arms stood on end, my body instinctively tensing. I kept walking, ignoring the way his presence filled every corner of the hallway behind the training grounds. My boots echoed against the cold stone floor, but his footsteps were silent. Still, I knew he was there. lurking like a predator who had no need to rush the kill.“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I said, not bothering to turn around.A pause. Then, “No, you don’t.”I stopped. My hand rested on the metal handle of the door leading outside, but I didn’t push it open yet. The air around us thickened, like fog laced with static. I hated how he made everything feel more alive. More dangerous.“But you walked into my territory,” he added, “and into my trials. You’re not exactly a ghost anymore, Sera.”I slowly turned around to face him. He leaned against the wall
I wasn’t expecting the announcement. No one was.The morning started like any other: gray light filtering through the frost-lined windows, the scent of burnt coffee drifting from the mess hall, and the usual murmurs of fighters nursing bruises from yesterday’s matches.I sat alone at the far end of the dining room, chewing dry toast that tasted more like cardboard than food. Across the room, Ronin was bragging about our fight to anyone who would listen.“She fights like someone who’s got nothing to lose,” he said.I didn’t look up. He wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t a compliment either.Mara slid into the seat beside me, her tray clattering onto the table.“Eat something that’s not misery,” she said, eyeing my toast. “You’re acting like the world’s about to end.”“It usually does around here,” I muttered.She rolled her eyes and picked up a spoon. “You should be proud. You lasted against Ronin. That’s like surviving a damn tornado.”I took a sip of the bitter coffee. “Surviving isn’t the
I didn’t sleep.Not because I was scared. Fear was too soft for what twisted in my chest.I was restless.All night, my fingers played with the hem of the sheet, my body aching from the maze, and my mind tracing paths that didn’t exist yet. What I did yesterday… it worked. I caught Lucian off guard.But it wasn’t enough.Getting through the maze was survival.Getting close to him, that was the beginning of war.Morning came too fast. Pale light soaked through the barrack windows. Girls rushed around the bunks, excitement bubbling in their throats like champagne. Giddy. Nervous. Trying to convince themselves they had a chance.Mara handed me a piece of bread and a tight look. “They posted the next test.”“What is it?”“Combat rounds.”I chewed slowly. “Weapons?”She shook her head. “Claws. Teeth. Nothing but your own strength.”Figures.My body hadn’t fully recovered from the maze, but I didn’t let it show. Bruises could heal later. Bones could rest later. Right now, I had a part to pl
There was a storm coming.I could feel it in the silence. In the way the sky stayed gray even after sunrise. In how everyone moved slower that morning, like the cold had crept into our bones.But mostly, I felt it in the way Kade looked at me.He didn’t speak during the morning drills. Didn’t spar. Didn’t joke with the handlers the way he usually did, even when his jokes were dry enough to cut glass. He just watched.Me.I should’ve ignored it. Should’ve kept my eyes on the target and my mind wrapped around sttategy like I always did.But I felt his stare like heat across my spine.When we were dismissed, I turned to leave, but he blocked the path before I could take two steps.“Come with me.”I looked at his hand, not his face. “Why?”“You ask too many questions.”“And you’re too used to people following orders.”Kade didn’t move. His hand stayed by his side. His jaw was set, but not in anger. Something else simmered there. A warning he hadn’t spoken yet.I sighed and stepped past hi
The first time I killed a man, I was fourteen.I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t run. I just stared at my hands and thought, so this is what it means to survive.Nobody taught me how to fight back then. There were no instructors. No drills. No strategy sessions around a campfire.Just instinct. Hunger. And blood. Always blood.“You can’t eat berries that close to the road.”I turned my head fast, a sharp snap of my neck, ready to bolt.But it was only her—Ayla. Thin as bone, faster than anyone I’d met in the wild. She must’ve been sixteen then, maybe seventeen. Smelled like pine needles and sweat.She tossed a small rabbit at my feet. I didn’t move.“Don’t make me regret helping you,” she said.“I didn’t ask for help.”She crouched low. “No. You just looked one second away from collapsing.”I remember trying to glare, but my vision was hazy. My stomach hollowed out like someone had scooped it clean.“You alone?” she asked.“Always.”“Good.”I blinked. “Why?”Ayla’s mouth twitche
I remember the blood.Not just the metallic sting of it in the air or the way it soaked into the soil under my bare feet. I remember how it felt. Warm, sticky, terrifying. It ran down my father’s temple in slow drips, each one marking time like a cursed metronome. My mother’s heartbeat was the last thing I heard before it all went still.That night ruined everything.It was supposed to be just another Moon Gathering. The elders said the blood moon was rare, a symbol of strength, a time for all packs to meet and share peace under the stars. I wore my best white dress, the one with tiny flowers stitched into the hem, and my mother had braided my hair with bits of blue ribbon. I felt important, maybe even a little magical.But the magic didn’t last.The first scream cut through the silence like claws through flesh. Then came the sound of wolves shifting. Not the usual kind either, these weren’t peaceful wolves joining in the ritual howl. These were hungry, angry, wild.They were rogues.
Lucian Hale's POVThe Silvermist Pack is a machine, always moving, always functioning. For a moment, I stand still in the grand hall, my fingers curled around the hilt of my sword, letting the weight of this responsibility press into me. My mind should be focused on the Luna trials ahead, on the state of my pack, but there’s something in the air today. Something different.I don’t believe in fate. I stopped believing in that nonsense the moment my parents died and I was thrust into the brutal world of Alpha leadership. No gods, no prophecies. Only power, and the price that comes with it.But when I first saw her, I thought about it. Fate, that is.Sera Ashenvale.She’s nothing like the others. The other candidates, the women who think this Luna thing is some kind of contest. Beautiful, poised, full of charm and grace. They’re what I’m supposed to want. What any Alpha would want. But she? She’s an enigma wrapped in danger.Her eyes don’t shimmer like the others. They’re dark. Piercing.
The first time I killed a man, I was fourteen.I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t run. I just stared at my hands and thought, so this is what it means to survive.Nobody taught me how to fight back then. There were no instructors. No drills. No strategy sessions around a campfire.Just instinct. Hunger. And blood. Always blood.“You can’t eat berries that close to the road.”I turned my head fast, a sharp snap of my neck, ready to bolt.But it was only her—Ayla. Thin as bone, faster than anyone I’d met in the wild. She must’ve been sixteen then, maybe seventeen. Smelled like pine needles and sweat.She tossed a small rabbit at my feet. I didn’t move.“Don’t make me regret helping you,” she said.“I didn’t ask for help.”She crouched low. “No. You just looked one second away from collapsing.”I remember trying to glare, but my vision was hazy. My stomach hollowed out like someone had scooped it clean.“You alone?” she asked.“Always.”“Good.”I blinked. “Why?”Ayla’s mouth twitche
There was a storm coming.I could feel it in the silence. In the way the sky stayed gray even after sunrise. In how everyone moved slower that morning, like the cold had crept into our bones.But mostly, I felt it in the way Kade looked at me.He didn’t speak during the morning drills. Didn’t spar. Didn’t joke with the handlers the way he usually did, even when his jokes were dry enough to cut glass. He just watched.Me.I should’ve ignored it. Should’ve kept my eyes on the target and my mind wrapped around sttategy like I always did.But I felt his stare like heat across my spine.When we were dismissed, I turned to leave, but he blocked the path before I could take two steps.“Come with me.”I looked at his hand, not his face. “Why?”“You ask too many questions.”“And you’re too used to people following orders.”Kade didn’t move. His hand stayed by his side. His jaw was set, but not in anger. Something else simmered there. A warning he hadn’t spoken yet.I sighed and stepped past hi
I didn’t sleep.Not because I was scared. Fear was too soft for what twisted in my chest.I was restless.All night, my fingers played with the hem of the sheet, my body aching from the maze, and my mind tracing paths that didn’t exist yet. What I did yesterday… it worked. I caught Lucian off guard.But it wasn’t enough.Getting through the maze was survival.Getting close to him, that was the beginning of war.Morning came too fast. Pale light soaked through the barrack windows. Girls rushed around the bunks, excitement bubbling in their throats like champagne. Giddy. Nervous. Trying to convince themselves they had a chance.Mara handed me a piece of bread and a tight look. “They posted the next test.”“What is it?”“Combat rounds.”I chewed slowly. “Weapons?”She shook her head. “Claws. Teeth. Nothing but your own strength.”Figures.My body hadn’t fully recovered from the maze, but I didn’t let it show. Bruises could heal later. Bones could rest later. Right now, I had a part to pl
I wasn’t expecting the announcement. No one was.The morning started like any other: gray light filtering through the frost-lined windows, the scent of burnt coffee drifting from the mess hall, and the usual murmurs of fighters nursing bruises from yesterday’s matches.I sat alone at the far end of the dining room, chewing dry toast that tasted more like cardboard than food. Across the room, Ronin was bragging about our fight to anyone who would listen.“She fights like someone who’s got nothing to lose,” he said.I didn’t look up. He wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t a compliment either.Mara slid into the seat beside me, her tray clattering onto the table.“Eat something that’s not misery,” she said, eyeing my toast. “You’re acting like the world’s about to end.”“It usually does around here,” I muttered.She rolled her eyes and picked up a spoon. “You should be proud. You lasted against Ronin. That’s like surviving a damn tornado.”I took a sip of the bitter coffee. “Surviving isn’t the
“You didn’t tell me you knew how to fight like that.”The voice came from behind me, smooth and lazy. I didn’t even need to look to know it was him.Lucian.The hairs on my arms stood on end, my body instinctively tensing. I kept walking, ignoring the way his presence filled every corner of the hallway behind the training grounds. My boots echoed against the cold stone floor, but his footsteps were silent. Still, I knew he was there. lurking like a predator who had no need to rush the kill.“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I said, not bothering to turn around.A pause. Then, “No, you don’t.”I stopped. My hand rested on the metal handle of the door leading outside, but I didn’t push it open yet. The air around us thickened, like fog laced with static. I hated how he made everything feel more alive. More dangerous.“But you walked into my territory,” he added, “and into my trials. You’re not exactly a ghost anymore, Sera.”I slowly turned around to face him. He leaned against the wall
I should’ve seen it coming.The moment I stepped into the training grounds, I knew everything was about to change. I could feel it in the air, thick with the scent of sweat and raw power, the thrum of energy crackling just beneath the surface. The sound of wolves clashing, their bodies slamming against the earth in training, filled the space around me. But none of it mattered. Not when I was staring directly at him.Lucian Hale.Alpha. King of the Silvermist Pack. A beast with the power to crush anyone who crossed him, and yet... here he was, watching me like I was the most intriguing thing he’d ever seen.I can’t be distracted. Not by him, not by anything.I try to shake it off, focusing on the other candidates. I have to. I need to. but when I glance toward the edge of the arena, his gaze is already on me. It’s like a magnetic force, pulling me in. The intensity of his eyes almost makes my heart stop for a beat.He’s not just watching me. He’s studying me.The thought sends a jolt t
(Sera’s POV) My heart is still racing when I walk away from him.It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m not supposed to feel anything, especially not for someone like him. But here I am, my pulse erratic, my breath shallow, and my mind spinning in every direction. Lucian Hale, the Alpha of Silvermist Pack. The man who exudes power like a weapon, the one who’s not afraid to use it, and yet somehow... somehow, I can’t shake the thought of him.Maybe it’s because of the way he looked at me, or maybe it’s the fire in his eyes that’s dangerous enough to burn everything in its path. But whatever it is, it stirs something deep inside me. Something I’ve kept buried for years.I can’t afford to be distracted. Not now. Not when my mission is clear. I came here for a reason, and that reason isn’t to get tangled up in some Alpha’s games. I’m not interested in playing by their rules. And I’m certainly not here to fall for someone who thinks he can control me.But the thing is, I didn’t come here
Lucian Hale's POVThe Silvermist Pack is a machine, always moving, always functioning. For a moment, I stand still in the grand hall, my fingers curled around the hilt of my sword, letting the weight of this responsibility press into me. My mind should be focused on the Luna trials ahead, on the state of my pack, but there’s something in the air today. Something different.I don’t believe in fate. I stopped believing in that nonsense the moment my parents died and I was thrust into the brutal world of Alpha leadership. No gods, no prophecies. Only power, and the price that comes with it.But when I first saw her, I thought about it. Fate, that is.Sera Ashenvale.She’s nothing like the others. The other candidates, the women who think this Luna thing is some kind of contest. Beautiful, poised, full of charm and grace. They’re what I’m supposed to want. What any Alpha would want. But she? She’s an enigma wrapped in danger.Her eyes don’t shimmer like the others. They’re dark. Piercing.
I remember the blood.Not just the metallic sting of it in the air or the way it soaked into the soil under my bare feet. I remember how it felt. Warm, sticky, terrifying. It ran down my father’s temple in slow drips, each one marking time like a cursed metronome. My mother’s heartbeat was the last thing I heard before it all went still.That night ruined everything.It was supposed to be just another Moon Gathering. The elders said the blood moon was rare, a symbol of strength, a time for all packs to meet and share peace under the stars. I wore my best white dress, the one with tiny flowers stitched into the hem, and my mother had braided my hair with bits of blue ribbon. I felt important, maybe even a little magical.But the magic didn’t last.The first scream cut through the silence like claws through flesh. Then came the sound of wolves shifting. Not the usual kind either, these weren’t peaceful wolves joining in the ritual howl. These were hungry, angry, wild.They were rogues.