LOGINThe council meeting had been a waste of time.
Kaelan sat at the head of the long obsidian table, fingers drumming once against the arm of his chair as the elders droned on about border patrols and supply lines. Their voices blurred into meaningless noise. His mind was elsewhere else. Specifically, two floors up in the eastern wing where Celeste was likely still standing against that corridor wall, chee
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
The training grounds of Asheville were quiet under the moonlight, a vast open space ringed by wooden posts and practice dummies. Ryke moved through the forms with precision, his sword cutting clean arcs through the cool night air. Sweat glistened on his bare chest. He had stripped down to loose training pants hours ago, preferring the freedom of movement over the weight of his usual armor.The journey to Asheville had been successful, but Ryke’s mind was restless. Kaelan had secured the alliance, yet the Alpha’s thoughts remained fixed on Ravencrest. On her. Celeste. The bond between them had grown stronger with every passing day, and Ryke could see the conflict in his leader’s eyes. Duty and desire. The old ways versus whatever new path the Moon Goddess seemed to be carving.Ryke swung the blade in a wide overhead
Celeste woke to the smell of smoke.The smoke was not the soft one that circulated the cottage hearth. This was thick, black, and acrid, like metal burning. Celeste shot up, her instincts kicking in before her brain did. She crossed to the window.The sky was red.It wasn't dawn. This was a fierce
Moonfall was nothing like she expected.Celeste had imagined something small. A quiet gathering of wolves who didn’t belong anywhere, standing around scattered fires and pretending not to notice each other.Something easy to disappear into. She was wrong.The valley was enormous. Torches lined eve
Celeste had barely stepped out into the cool corridor when the pack bell rang . The sound cut through the night like a blade.Not the frantic, uneven toll of danger. Not the urgent call that sent warriors running toward the gates. This one was slower and formal.Celeste stopped where she was, the e
Celeste paused outside Thorne’s study, the tray in her hands trembling slightly. Steam curled gently from the teapot, carrying the calm scent of chamomile and honey but beneath it a scent slipped through the closed door, sweet, thick and unfamiliar.Not hers.Not anything from Silvermere.Another






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