LOGINLana’s POVMoonbathing, I learned quickly, was less mystical ritual and more deliberate stillness.The clearing sat just beyond the houses, a gentle slope of pale grass surrounded by low stone markers that hummed faintly with old magic. Nothing dramatic happened when we arrived. No chanting. No sudden surges of power. Just the moon above us, full and steady, washing everything in silver light that felt oddly intimate, as though it were paying attention.Mara dropped onto the grass first with a satisfied sigh. “I forgot how much I missed this,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “Actual rest without someone asking me to justify my existence.”Kael sat a little more carefully, folding his long legs and leaning back on his hands. “You say that like it happens often.”“It happens constantly,” Mara replied. “You just aren’t around for most of it.”I lo
Warren’s POVDistance was easier when the road demanded attention.I focused on the terrain, the shift of earth beneath my boots, the way the trees thinned and thickened as I moved farther from home. The farther I got, the quieter everything became—no pack chatter, no overlapping scents, no Lana watching me like she was waiting for something I didn’t know how to give.Traveling alone used to feel natural.Now it felt deliberate.My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and alert, not agitated but watchful in a way that reminded me of old instincts resurfacing. Leadership instincts. Protection. The kind that didn’t ask permission before settling into your bones.Alpha.The word still felt heavy, even after everything began to make sense again.I stopped at a clearing just before dusk, the sky bruised with the promise of night. The elder I was meeting had chosen the location deliberately—neutral ground, far from territory lines, where power couldn’t lean too heavily on place.Smart.I
Lana’s POVI found Warren near the stables, already half-packed and tightening the straps on his travel bag like he was afraid standing still might give something away. His movements were precise, efficient—too efficient. The kind of focus people used when they didn’t want to think.“Warren,” I said, slowing my steps as I approached.He didn’t look up right away. “I’m heading out.”My chest sank anyway. “Out where?”“One of the elders sent word,” he replied. “They want to speak to me privately. About Callen.”That name landed between us like a dropped blade.“How long will you be gone?” I asked.“Not long.” He finally turned toward me, his expression carefully neutral. “A few days, at most.”I nodded, even though that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving.”“I didn’t think it was necessary.”There it was again. That cool distance, that invisible wall I kept running into no matter how carefully I approached.“Is everything okay?” I asked quietly.His gaze
Lana’s POVI found Warren near the training grounds just before dusk, standing at the edge of the clearing with his sleeves rolled up and his posture locked tight, like he was bracing for something that never came. The air around him felt colder than the rest of the park, sharper, almost clipped.For a moment, I just watched him.He wasn’t doing anything—no sparring, no pacing—but his presence filled the space in a way that made it hard to breathe. Alpha energy, my wolf whispered, faint but insistent. It was strange how obvious it felt now, like my instincts had been quietly catching up to something everyone else already knew.I cleared my throat.“Warren?”He turned slowly. His eyes flicked over me, paused for half a second too long, then shifted away again.“What is it?” he asked.That was it. No warmth. No edge either. Just distance.“I just wanted to talk,” I said. “You’ve been… different.”His jaw tightened. “I’ve been busy.”“With me,” I added softly.Silence stretched betwee
Lana’s POVThe forest air was crisp as I stepped beyond the lodge’s gates, the moonlight painting the path in silver and black. For the first time since we returned, I felt an urge to wander alone—not out of defiance, but out of necessity. The pack had its routines, and I had mine. I needed to feel the earth beneath my paws, to breathe without the weight of Warren’s presence pressing against every thought.The park surrounding the lodge was vast, a mix of dense woods, open meadows, and winding streams. The scent of pine, damp earth, and wildflowers mingled, pulling at memories I didn’t yet fully remember. Wolves lounged in the distance, shifting between forms, their eyes glimmering in the moonlight. I gave a nod to Mara, who was near the lodge entrance, checking on a small group of scouts. She returned it with a brief smile, then disappeared into the shadows herself.I let the forest swallow me, my senses alert. Each sound—the crack of a twig, the rustle of leaves—reminded me th
POV: LanaThe morning light came through the tall windows of the lodge, bouncing off the wooden floors and giving everything a warm, golden glow. The pack had finally settled into something resembling routine. Wolves padded between human and wolf forms with increasing ease, while Mara and Kael checked supplies and reinforced the outer perimeter. For a brief moment, it felt like we could finally breathe.That moment ended abruptly when a messenger arrived. Not the gremlin, thankfully, but a sleek, silver-haired wolf wearing a council insignia that immediately set my nerves on edge.“Lana, Warren,” the wolf began, voice formal, tail tucked neatly behind him in respect. “The council requests your presence. It concerns your territory and… recent absences.”Warren’s eyes narrowed, ears flicking subtly in wolf form as he shifted into human before me. His posture straightened, the Alpha air settling over him like armor. “Council summons? Already? Did they learn we were back?”“They were aw
Lana’s POVThe ascent felt longer than it should have, not because the stairway resisted us, but because the weight I carried had changed the way I moved through space. Each step upward seemed to demand acknowledgement, as though the citadel itself w
Lana’s POVBy the time I realized the stairs were retreating behind us, it was already too late to turn back.Stone slid into place with a muted, deliberate grace, not the chaos of collapse but the certainty of design. The light from above thinned into a pale ribbon, then a narrow line, and finally
Lana’s POVThe climb back toward the outer halls was slow, not because the steps were steep but because the weight of the message from the resonance chamber stayed heavy in my chest. The citadel corridors were dim, lit only by flickering wall braziers that
Lana’s POVThe corridor sloped downward, carved from a darker stone than the rest of the citadel. It wasn’t just the absence of torchlight that made it unsettling — it was the silence. Even our footsteps felt swallowed, absorbed b







