Novels by Cynthia Anyanwu

The road to Asheville was treacherous. The neutral territories, a winding path of packed earth and that Thorne and his remaining warriors had traveled under the cover of night and low clouds. Twenty-three men and women rode with him now, the shattered remnants of Silvermere’s once-proud force. Their faces were gaunt, eyes hollow from grief and exhaustion, but their weapons were sharp and their resolve harder than the mountain stone around them.Thorne walked at the front, his auburn hair tied back, the scar along his forearm itching in the cold wind. Every mile felt heavier than the last. The memory of the failed raid haunted him like a ghost that refused to be exorcised.He had run.

The private dining chamber in Kaelan’s quarters felt unusually vast tonight, the heavy oak table stretching out under the warm glow of multiple lanterns. Two places had been set with meticulous care. Fine silver plates, crystal goblets filled with deep red wine from the southern vineyards, and platters of roasted meats, fresh herbs, and warm bread that filled the air with rich, savory scents. The maid had bowed low as she finished arranging everything, her eyes carefully averted from the Alpha’s face.Kaelan sat at the head of the table, one elbow resting on the polished wood, his fingers drumming a slow, restless rhythm against the wood. The chair directly across from him remained empty. He had asked her for dinner.She had said yes.

The garden smelled of earth and lilys, a small rebellion against the dark stone that dominated Ravencrest. Celeste sat cross-legged on the soft flower bed, the cool grass and petals brushing against her bare ankles. Seraphine sat opposite her, their knees almost touching, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the winter roses and casting dappled silver patterns across their faces.Seraphine’s sharp amber eyes were calm, focused. “We try again. This time, we control it. Don’t let the vision pull you under. Clone it. Make people feel it, but not overwhelming. You guide the power, Celeste. It doesn’t guide you.”Celeste nodded, though her hands trembled slightly in her lap. The silver strands in her hair had crept higher s

The moon hung high over Asheville, casting its silver light across the valley like a goddess watching over her children. Liera stood on the balcony of her private chambers, the cool night breeze tugging at her dark hair and the edges of her silk robe. Below, the training grounds lay quiet, the wooden posts and practice dummies standing like silent sentinels. She could almost see the spot where it had happened. Where her life had tilted on its axis in the space of a single heartbeat.Ryke.The name echoed in her mind like a forbidden prayer. She hadn’t stopped thinking about him since the Ravencrest delegation had left three days ago. The memory of his broad shoulders, the way his muscles had flexed under moonlight as they sparred, the sudden, electric snap of the mate bond between them. It haunted her waking hours and invaded her dreams.She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the faint, persistent warmth of the bond. It was still there, a golden thread stretching across the miles be

The news spread through the packhouse like wildfire.“The Alpha has returned.”Seraphine heard it from a passing servant while she was reviewing old scrolls in the archives. Her heart gave a single, sharp lurch. Not for Kaelan, but for what his return meant. The alliance with Asheville was secured. The political game had shifted. And her reason for staying in Ravencrest was rapidly dissolving.She didn’t hesitate.She left the scrolls scattered on the table and ran.Her feet carried her through the familiar corridors, her short hair whipping against her cheeks. Her mind was fixed on one person.

The ride back from Asheville felt endless.Kaelan urged his stallion harder than necessary, the powerful beast eating up the miles through neutral territory with steady, thunderous strides. Ryke and the small contingent rode behind him, trying to keep up, but Kaelan barely registered their presence. His mind was fixed on one thing only.Celeste.He had to get to her as fast as possible. The bond in his chest had been pulling at him the entire journey. A warm, golden, and insistent tug. Every league closer to Ravencrest made it stronger, like a living thread tugging him home. He had felt her distress during that strange moment on the road. The sharp pain like needles in his heart, the distant echo of her scream. Something had happened while he was gone. He needed to see