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A red-faced Reylin huffed as she heaved a dirty sack full of hay over her shoulder. Heavy boots trudging two inches into the snow-covered ground a moment later, towards the beaten-down shed.
She exhaled a shaky breath as a particularly cold chill ran down her spine. She frowned, tugging at her thick fur coat with nimble fingers covered in black cotton gloves that may have seen better days. "Rey!" Her attention snapped over to the little curly-haired boy waving frantically to get her attention, a toothy grin spread on his reddened cheeks. Rey smiled and waved back at him with her free hand, only looking away when he turned back to his friends who were playing in the snow. She shook her head and quickened her pace towards the shed so she could get her little brother indoors where it's warm before the little troublemaker catches a cold. Pulling open the rickety door of the rundown shed, it made a loud creaking noise. She walked in and dropped the bag, ripping it open and emptying the contents on the stack of hay beside a brown horse. She stroked its mane, and it neighed enthusiastically as though it were excited to see her. "Hi, Max," she smiled and patted his neck as he began munching on the hay she'd stacked up. Closing the doors of the shed behind her, Rey walked back to where her brother had been playing with his friends. "Beau!" she called, turning around in circles when she found no one; it was eerily quiet in the snow-covered clearing. She exhaled a shaky, fogged breath, listening carefully if she'd hear the crunch of snow under the feet. "Beau, come on out, playtime's over," her heart began to thud loudly in her chest. She didn't want to assume the worst and wanted to keep up an optimistic front. Rey heard rustling in the bushes just behind her and froze. The sound was followed by a very low growl, which shook her to her core. "Lycan," she seethed as realisation dawned on her. Slowly she pulled the silver dagger stashed in the waistband of her pants, gripping it tightly and facing the beast that had emerged from the trees. It had matted brown fur and razor-sharp teeth, but more importantly, it wanted her dead. The beast stalked closer to her, slowly circling her like it would its prey, its sharp canines pulling back into a deadly snarl, and its amber eyes trained on her. Rey stood her ground, ready to fight or die trying. With a powerful growl, the beast attacked with sharp claws ready to slice through flesh, but Rey sidestepped it just in time, sending it tumbling through the snow. Her speed took the beast by surprise, but it quickly shook it off and attacked again with a deadly speed, this time going for the throat. Rey dodged the attack, finding its weak spot and slicing its belly open. The beast tumbled to the ground with a whimper. The snow-covered ground quickly turned crimson as the beast struggled to take another stance due to excessive blood loss, as the cut wasn't healing fast enough. It eventually stood and faced her; this time its movements were slowed, and Rey went for the kill, plunging the silver dagger into its neck and slowly pulling it out. She exhaled a shaky breath when the beast breathed its last. She stumbled away from the dead beast, her hands covered in blood. Her heart thudded in dread when realisation dawned on her that there would be more. Lycans never hunted alone but in packs, and she feared for her brother's safety. Without wasting a second, she ran in the direction of their cabin in search of Beau, only stopping when she heard the sound of horses. Rey hid behind a cabin, praying they wouldn't sniff her out. The thundering hooves of the horses passed, and she came out, carefully manoeuvring between houses. She smelt the smoke before she saw the blazing fire; her whole village was burning to the ground right before her eyes. There were Lycan soldiers everywhere; a few were on horses; she could make out dead bodies of humans scattered across the small village. The ones left alive were being lined up like cattle, pushed and prodded like they were nothing. Tears threatened to spill, but she breathed through them. She still hadn't found Beau, not from where she was hiding. She knew she had to get closer, and although the smoke from the fire would probably mask her scent, she still had to be careful. She was about five cabins away from her own, which would have likely been raided. She thought carefully about her next course of action; if she were to make it back to the cabin and get caught without finding Beau, what then?. Fear gripped her at the thought of Beau being captured or, worse, winding up dead. Her fingers shook, but Rey couldn't tell if it was from the cold or fear. Gripping the dagger tightly in her fist, she blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Ok, think, Rey, where would Beau go?" She whispered, shutting her eyes tightly as she racked her brain for the answer. Her eyes snapped open when she realised where he could be. "Shit," she cursed and scrambled up from her crouched position behind the cabin. Whipping her head from left to right to check if the coast was clear, she quickly made her way back to a small lake just a few meters behind the tree line. She'd usually take him there in the summertime; it was their little secret spot, and he loved it. She darted towards the trees, exhaling in relief when she was sure the trees would camouflage her. It wouldn't stop the mutts from sniffing her out, though. With that thought, she quickened her pace, panting when she came to the banks of the frozen lake. "Beau!" she whispered and yelled when she found the area empty. "Oh God no," she sobbed when she realised he wasn't there. Clutching her knees, she tried to control her breathing and tears. Movement in her periphery snapped her back to reality; taking a step back, she clutched her dagger and took a fighting stance. The bushes rustled a little, then a head of curls popped up. Rey paused before realising who it was. Rushing towards Beau, she pulled him out from behind the bushes he'd been hiding in. "You scared the hell out of me, Beau," she admonished, hugging him tightly. "I'm so glad you're safe." "Don't leave my sight ever again; promise me right now!" she said with tears in her eyes. "Pinky promise," Beau muttered, holding out his pinky finger to seal the promise. Rey smiled sadly and held out her own pinky, joining it with his tiny one. "Now, come on, we have to go," she rushed out, rising from her kneeling position. With their hands joined, she led him deeper into the woods in hopes of getting away and not getting caught.Rey woke to stillness.Not the brittle, watchful quiet she had learnt to sleep through over the years, but something softer and warmer. The slow rise and fall of a chest beneath her palm and the steady rhythm of breathing that did not expect danger at dawn.Orion was fast asleep beside her, and the realization of it alone felt unreal.He lay on his back, one arm flung above his head, dark hair loosened from its usual restraint. In sleep, the lines of command and fury eased from his face, leaving behind the man beneath the Alpha. Young, vulnerable and almost unbearably human.She shifted carefully, lifting herself onto one elbow so she could look at him without waking him. The furs were tangled around his waist, his bare chest exposed to the pale morning light slipping through the narrow window.Her gaze traced familiar planes—broad shoulders, the hard lines of muscle earned through battle and burden, then it caught on the scars.Two small, puckered marks on his chest from the bullet w
Rey melted into the kiss, her lips parting under his. It felt like a lifetime ago since she felt his warmth against her, and the taste of him ignited something deep within her.She pressed closer, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him nearer as if afraid, he'd vanish again. The kiss grew hungrier, their tongues brushing in fervent strokes, breaths mingling in hot abandon, and she felt a spark of life return to her limbs, chasing away the numbness of grief.Orion broke the kiss only to trail his mouth along her jaw and down her neck, savouring the way she shivered."It feels like a lifetime since I've held you,' he said softly, his voice coaxing as he nuzzled her skin.He guided her back toward the bed, their hands exploring tentatively at first, his over her shoulders, hers tracing the contours of his ripped abdomen and the sinewy lines of his arms. They sank onto the mattress together, their bodies aligning naturally.As they settled, Rey felt the heat building between
Orion gasped as bright white light blinded him, and the meadow dissolved into nothingness. His body fell through cold air, weightless and suspended between consciousness and the world he had left behind.Then, with a jarring thud, he woke to warmth.Not the sharp bite of snow or the ache of cold seeping into his bones, but heat, steady and enveloping, wrapped around him like a second skin. His breath shuddered as consciousness returned, pain blooming slowly across his chest and ribs.Fur brushed against his bare arms.He blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to dim golden light overhead, and found himself lying on a wide bed he didn’t recognise. Heavy furs were draped over him, rich and impossibly soft, the kind reserved for royalty. The air smelt of herbs, smoke, and something faintly floral.He frowned.This wasn’t the afterlife, and it certainly wasn’t where he had fallen.Orion tried to move and hissed sharply as pain tore through him. His hand flew instinctively to his chest, finger
Orion opened his eyes slowly, blinking back the darkness curling around the edge of his sight. The darkness gradually cleared and the world around him came into focus.Around him, there was nothing but an endless abyss. Black stretched infinitely in every direction, swallowing sound, time, and sense. And yet, in the center of that void, a figure hovered before him, radiant, serene and untouched by the darkness around them.It was the goddess, Selene and somehow, the most innate part of him recognised his maker.“Where am I?" He asked hesitantly, the sound of his voice echoing back.The last thing he remembered was the look in Reylin's eyes before he slipped into nothingness.Was this life after death?He'd never really wondered where he would go after he breathed his last, but he was sure it wouldn't be good and he'd come to terms with the fact that he deserved it.Her gaze fell upon him, calm and unreadable, yet there was an unspoken weight in her eyes.“You're stuck somewhere betwee
Long after Orion drew his last breath, Rey stayed curled over his body, her arms locked around his chest as if she could cage his soul inside her ribs if she held him tightly enough.Snow settled into her hair, melting against her cheeks and mixing with tears that wouldn’t stop falling.“Get away from him,” she snarled hoarsely when hands reached for her. “Don’t touch him. Don’t—don’t you dare!”Rey wouldn't let anyone near him or allow the Lycan warriors to take his body away.Her fingers were numb and stained red from his blood from where she'd still been pressing uselessly against wounds that refused to heal. She beat his chest again anyway. Again and again, as if effort alone could rewrite death.Aleksandr knelt a short distance away, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached, while Caspian stood frozen beside him, his bloodied hands hanging uselessly at his sides, but neither of them spoke. There was nothing left to say but watch Rey face the pain of losing a mate.Rey bent forward, h
Rey tried to take a step closer, but Malcolm was quick—viciously so—to press the barrel of the gun tighter against Beau's temple. The metal dug into his skin, causing him to flinch as he stared wide-eyed at his sister."Take another step closer and I will paint the snow with his fucking brains!" he snarled, and Rey stilled.Her fingers trembled around the blade she was gripping. The cold steel wasn’t half as chilling as the look on Beau’s face. He didn’t show fear; no, instead, his wide, soft eyes were filled with something far worse—pity. For her, for Orion and for everything.“Please don’t hurt him,” she whispered, her voice cracking. Malcolm let out a low, gleeful chuckle that scraped along her spine like a blade.Orion growled, the deep sound vibrating through the air, but he didn’t lunge. Not with the gun still pressed against Beau’s skull. He was furious, but for the first time in his life, fury wasn’t enough; he wouldn't risk Beau's life in that way.The bullets in my gun are l







