LOGINZane's Point Of ViewRonan's massive arms came up around my waist, locking me securely against his chest, exactly as he had done in bed hours earlier. A soft, warm chuckle escaped him, vibrating against my cheek and sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. "Maybe a little," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear with deliberate slowness. "But you still had to find the opening to take it, little mate. And you executed it perfectly." Heat flooded my face, the warmth spreading beneath the dirt smeared across my cheeks. I shoved against his shoulder, though with his arms wrapped around me, the gesture proved as futile as pushing a brick wall.My frustration mounted, not at him exactly, but at my own foolish hope that he'd treat me like any other warrior. "But you promised you wouldn't go easy on me! You looked me straight in the eye and lied before we even started." Ronan nodded, that dark, lazy grin spreading wider as he gazed up at me from the dirt. Something flickered in his eyes… p
Zane's Point Of View"That's it," he purred, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always made my pulse spike. "That's the spark I want. Come on, baby. Show me what else you've got.""You asked for it," I growled, feeling something fierce and reckless unfurl in my chest. The fear was still there, but beneath it burned something hotter… determination, maybe, or pride. I refused to be the weak link, the liability, the one who needed constant protection.I scrambled up, my ribs aching with each breath. I focused on the blueprint, just like Fenrir said. Feel the skin. Fix the bruise. The dull ache in my chest receded with a weird, itchy tingle that was becoming almost familiar, almost natural. I lunged again, this time dropping low, sweeping my right leg out to take his ankles.Ronan jumped cleanly over my leg, but as he came down, I drove my elbow upward, aiming for his ribs with everything I had.CRACK.He blocked it with his forearm, but the sheer impact made the di
Zane's Point Of ViewThe cold water from the restroom tap did nothing to quell the buzzing beneath my skin. I stared at the mirror, tracing the hard, unnaturally sharp lines of my own chest. Muscular. God, it felt fake… like I'd stolen someone else's torso while I slept. My fingers pressed against the unfamiliar ridges, searching for something recognizable, something that still felt like me. The stranger in the mirror looked back with my eyes, but everything else seemed borrowed, alien."You gonna stare at yourself all morning, or are we actually going to do something today?" Daekan's voice crackled in the back of my brain, dry and annoyed. "The wolf gave you a blueprint, spark. You look like a confused chicken."I muttered to the empty glass, shaking my head. "Shut up, Daekan. I'm processing.""Process faster," Fenrir growled, his deep rumble vibrating through my collarbone. "Your mate is already awake. And he smells like he's waiting for a fight."I sighed, grabbing the towel to dr
Celia's Point Of View"What?" I gasped, the word catching in my dry throat like a shard of glass. "The Dark Sigen?" My knees buckled beneath me. I slid down the wall several inches before my trembling fingers caught the edge of the wood trim, splinters digging into my palms. The Dark Sigen. Every pup in the northern territories grew up hearing those stories around the fire… tales of dark forces, of old and corrupted things that crawled from the ancient borders when the moon went black. The evil ones.The kind of bedtime stories mothers whispered to keep their children from wandering past the watchtowers after nightfall. Stories I'd dismissed as folklore meant to frighten the young and gullible, nothing more than superstition wrapped in shadow. Yet here one stood, in my bedroom, as real as the floorboards beneath my feet. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack bone. This couldn't be happening. Things like this didn't happen to people like me… to the daugh
Celia's Point Of ViewMy back slammed against the stone wall with such force that my teeth rattled in my skull. Pain exploded across my shoulder blades, radiating outward in waves that made my vision blur. I scrambled sideways, silk skirt tearing against the rough molding as I stared at the dark figure in pure horror.Each breath came in sharp gasps, my chest heaving as terror constricted my throat. A scream built from the depths of my lungs, clawing its way upward with primal urgency… the kind of scream that comes from somewhere beyond conscious thought, pure survival instinct taking over.I opened my mouth to release it, to summon my father, the guards, anyone who might hear. The cloaked figure merely lifted two fingers with deliberate calm, as though conducting an invisible orchestra. Nothing emerged. My throat clicked uselessly, jaw gaping wide, but the sound had vanished entirely. The air in my windpipe felt as though it had solidified into lead, crushing my ability to cry out.
Celia's Point Of View"Why would you say that about yourself, Celia?" My mother's face twisted, worry etching deep lines around her mouth as she stepped closer. Her skin had gone pale, almost translucent in the morning light streaming through the tall windows. Her hands hovered in the air between us… she wanted to grab me, to shake sense into me, but something held her back. Perhaps she feared I might shatter completely, like porcelain dropped on stone. The concern in her eyes warred with something else: frustration, maybe even disappointment. "Your life isn't finished. You are the daughter of an Alpha. You have everything ahead of you." A wail tore from my throat, loud and ugly, echoing off the high stone walls like a wounded animal's cry. The sound didn't even feel like it came from me… it belonged to some broken creature I'd become. "You don't understand, mother! You don't understand a single thing!" My chest heaved with each word, my lungs burning as if I'd run for miles. "Ronan
Zane's Point Of View The common room felt smaller suddenly, the air thicker, the scent of coffee and toast mixing with something darker, something electric, that made my pulse spike. Miles stood in one fluid motion, his broad frame unfolding like a blade being drawn, his sharp eyes locked onto mi
Zane's Point Of View “Miles?” My voice came out rough, disbelieving, like I was afraid if I said it too loud, he’d disappear.The air in the hall seemed to still, the noise of the crowd fading into a dull hum as I stood there, frozen, my eyes locked onto the man in front of me. Miles. His presenc
Zane's Point Of View The garden air was thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, the torchlight casting long, trembling shadows across the stone path as I stumbled away from Miles. My lips still burned from his kiss, my body still humming with the ghost of his touch, my mind a whirlwind of
Zane's Point Of View The room was too quiet.Too dark.The kind of dark that pressed in on you, heavy and suffocating, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I didn’t remember falling asleep. Didn’t remember dreaming. But I remembered the fire.The screams.The Academy burning, the f







