LOGINThe pack house was quiet in the gray light of early morning, the kind of quiet that felt heavy, and expectant. Maxine had been in the lower dungeon for two days now, stone walls damp with centuries of secrets, iron bars that smelled faintly of old blood and wolfsbane. They’d bound her wrists again, though the rope felt almost unnecessary; she hadn’t fought, hadn’t spoken, hadn’t even cried out when the cell door clanged shut. She’d simply sat on the cold floor, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the small barred window high above where the first pale fingers of dawn were beginning to creep in. She didn’t know what they’d done to Kael. And everytime she tried to ask the guards they just averted their eyes and remain tight lipped. Being apart from Kael hurt worse than any chain.Meanwhile, upstairs, in the heir’s suite, rooms Kael had once called his own before exile, he woke slowly, head pounding like someone had driven spikes behind his eyes. The sheets were tangled around his legs,
MAXINE Everything is a blur of gray shadows and the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears. The Memory-Weaver’s voice is a swarm of insects, biting at the air, unpicking the threads of Kael’s soul right in front of me. I lock my fingers together so tight the bones ache, my whole body vibrating with a terror I can’t let out.Across the courtyard, Kael was like a trapped storm. He isn't a man anymore; He threw his entire weight against the enforcers, his muscles cording like steel cables, his fury blazed with a golden light that seemed to defy the sedative in his blood. Every cell in me screams to run to him. To throw myself between his beautiful, broken mind and the cold cruelty of his father.But I’m anchored. One girl against a pack of monsters. A flicker of candlelight in a hurricane. My body knows it. My fear knows it. And my voice, that cursed, broken cage, betrays me again. I open my mouth, desperate to scream his name, to tell him to hold on, to promise I’ll find him in the
The air in the courtyard was electric, a storm front moving in. Kael ignored Lillian’s poisonous words as if she were nothing more than a ghost. His entire world had narrowed down to the small, trembling girl at his side. He tried to lunge for her, but his knees buckled, the ground rushing up to meet him before the enforcers caught his arms.“Max—” he choked out.Roderick simply flicked his hand casually, sending two more enforcers to tear them apart.“Get your filthy hands off her!” Kael thundered. The sound didn't come from his throat; it came from his soul, cracking through the silence of the courtyard like a mountain splitting in half.The pack flinched as one. Even the older wolves, seasoned by decades of violence, felt a primal shiver. They hadn't known Kael was capable of such raw, devastating rage. Despite the heavy sludge of wolfsbane and the paralyzing agents screaming through his veins, his muscles corded with a strength that shouldn't have been possible. He nearly thr
Max climbed into the van without a word or a glance at the others. No one had to tell her. She simply moved, small, and determined, sundress still damp at the hem, straight to where they’d laid Kael across the bench seat. She slid in beside him, lifted his head with careful hands, and settled it in her lap as though the rest of the world had ceased to exist.His breathing was shallow, ragged at the edges. Every few seconds his lips moved, forming her name in a soft, broken whisper.“Max…”Then, fainter:“Run… hide… I’ll find you… later…”Even drugged, even half-gone, he was still trying to save her.She didn’t answer. She only cradled his face closer, fingers threading through his hair, thumb brushing the bruise blooming along his jaw. Tears slipped down her cheeks in silent tracks, dripping onto his shirt, darkening the fabric in small, perfect circles.The van doors closed. The engine growled awake. Tires bit gravel, then asphalt, carrying them away from the boardwalk, the melting s
The date had been a dream, a fragile, silver-tipped miracle that felt like the first page of a different life. They walked down the creaking stairs together, her hand steady in his, and stepped out into the salt-damp evening. The air was cool and clean, carrying the low murmur of waves and the faint, metallic tang of low tide. The beach stretched ahead, nearly empty: only a few distant dog-walkers silhouetted against the horizon and the occasional cry of gulls wheeling overhead. The sky had gone bruised lavender, the sea restless under the last of the light.Kael slipped off his shoes first, toes curling into the cool sand. He knelt in front of Maxine without a word, gentle fingers undoing the straps of her sandals, lifting each foot in turn so she could step free, his touch careful, reverent, never lingering too long.They walked barefoot along the wet, packed sand where the waves could reach them. Fingers laced, they matched pace without trying. The water rushed up to kiss their ank
Simone Velariz stood motionless behind the counter long after the bell had stilled and the last echo of boots on gravel had faded into the night. He lifted the coffee cup with the slow reverence of someone who had learned to savor small, mortal things, because eternity had taught him how quickly even the bitterest tastes could vanish.The steam curled upward like a sigh. He let the heat linger on his tongue, rolling it across the roof of his mouth, drawing out the moment. Memories, he had discovered, tasted better when you gave them time to burn.He was Veilborn. Not wolf, not fae, not human but something older, something that had slipped between the cracks of creation when the world was still deciding what rules it would follow. Centuries ago he had walked out of the veil’s silvered halls, leaving behind the endless politics of beings who measured time in epochs rather than heartbeats. To his own kind he was a rogue, a defector who had chosen dust and diesel over starlight and silenc
“What is going on here?” I called out, my voice sharp and firm. Every head turned toward me instantly.I recognized one of the girls, Anna, she used to mess around with Mike back in the day, and even though that ship had long sailed, she still acted like they were a thing. Her expression faltered
KAELLilian was taught how to be the perfect Luna while I trained to be the perfect Alpha.We spent most of our time together. Laughing, sneaking out and getting into trouble. Everyone believed we were destined to rule side by side, so no one questioned our closeness, or blinked when we started spe
Once Ginny started, she never stopped until she was out of breath or I was unconscious, whichever came first.If I was lucky, she would tire herself out before I passed out, but it rarely happens.She doesn’t care where the cane landed. Back, arms, legs or face. I stopped counting a long time ago.
KAELI was at the school cafeteria with the guys, deep in our usual round of banter, laughing, tossing insults, and half-arguing about the upcoming combat trials, when it hit me.A faint scent drifted through the air, subtle at first, but enough to make my wolf, Blade, jolt awake.A blend of citrus







