LOGINCassian's POV
There's something about her. And a part of me is more than scared to even figure it out.
Her eyes glow in the dark, and I can't help but lick my lips, more than tempted to sink my teeth into her neck again.
“You have to go home,” I say, and she wraps her arms around herself like she is cold. Like she is scared. She looks towards the direction of the memory erasing water again, and she takes a step away from it.
I almost smirk at her, and tell her not to bother. I am not going to dip her head in there. For some reason, she doesn't want to forget me. I can't ignore the little tug in my chest at that revelation.
“I don't have anywhere to go. And my car… you know what happened to it,” she says, and I give her a small nod.
“You want to stay here?” I ask, and she nods, before looking up at me through her lashes.
She is finally calm. The mate bond couldn't have calmed her, can it?
“Come with me then,” I tell her, and I take her hand in mine as I lead her through the compound. Her chin is tipped again, and she is looking around, maintaining eye contact with every fucking person who looks back at her.
“Help me,” one of the wolves who got in an argument earlier, turns to us, with blood gushing down his arm.
I am more than willing to keep moving, but Nova's feet are rooted to the floor. She looks at him, before slowly extending her hand, touching lightly on the wound.
The both of us stand there as the wound slowly closes itself.
Even the omega that asks for her help takes a step back, and so do I. My eyes are narrowed at her. How does she manage to do that? She just touched the injury.
She can't be…
No.
More eyes turn in her direction, and some give her an uneasy look. Others even go ahead to bow their heads. Fuck, this isn't normal.
“Come on,” I say, pulling her along anyway. Even she is looking at her hands, trying to figure out what is happening.
I manage to take her into my own house, before leading her to the guest room. “You can stay here,” I say, and she presses her lips into a thin line, looking at the furniture.
“You're finally going to let me sleep?” She asks, and I narrow my eyes at her. She is back to that fierce tone that I have missed about her within the few minutes she has gone silent.
“Do whatever you want, but you can't come out of the room.”
She takes a step forward, pressing her chest to my stomach. “Or what are you going to do about it?”
“Don't. Come. Outside,” I say, and she swallows hard, finally seeing that I’m being serious.
“I can't stay in here because you want to lock me up.”
Before I even know what I am doing, I press her to the wall, and her eyes widen as my hands wrap around her neck like it's nothing.
“What are you doing?” She asks in a whisper.
“Are you going to come outside?” I ask, and she gives me a small shake of her head.
“Good girl,” I say, heading out of the house finally.
That’s when Jason, my beta approaches me. His eyes are narrowed. He is the best person I could have as a beta. The both of us grew up together, and I already know that he can never betray me.
“Where have you been?” I ask, and he gestures towards the club house.
“Watching everything. What the fuck do you think you're doing?” He asks, and I cock an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, and he runs a hand through his hair.
“Making her your mate? I'm sure every single person in the pack can see the mark on her. What do you expect them to think? She's not just a mate, she's a weapon.”
I know exactly what he means. She is powerful in her own way, but I don't even know what she is. I am not sure that she knows about it either.
Goddess, what have I gotten myself into.
One thing I know is that I am not going to just let her go out there. She is my mate. I just got to meet her after so long, I am not just going to let her go.
“You didn't just mark her out of longing, did you?” Jason asks, and I shake my head.
“I can feel it. The pull between the both of us.”
He closes his eyes, nodding like he understands. For the first time in a while, I am genuinely confused.
“But you have to hide her. You've seen just how many times we've been attacked this evening. She's… something. And I can't get rid of the feeling that they want her.”
He isn't wrong.
But where am I supposed to hide her? For some reason, I want to protect her with everything in me.
“I've heard you,” I say calmly, and my eyes are fixed on his back as he walks away.
I head back into the room, pushing the door to Nova's room open. She is sitting on the bed in her panties and bra, as she folds her clothes in a neat pile. Her hair is fallen over her back, and she doesn't even turn back to look at me before speaking.
“You don't know anything about privacy?” She asks, but I am not even in the mood to give her an answer.
“I have to put you into hiding,” I say, and her hands slowly ball into fists at her side, as she whips around, facing me.
“I'm allowing myself to be treated like a liability to you, and now this?” She asks, and I narrow my eyes.
“You're not safe here.”
She gets to her feet, taking a step towards me, tipping her chin. “I won't do more than staying in this room.”
“We'll see,” I say, and my wolf growls within. I want to run my tongue along her skin.
“I'll love to watch you try.” She says. I am just about to reply, when a knock comes at the door.
I open the door without hesitation, and come in contact with one of the omegas.
“Is there a problem?” I ask, and his eyebrows are furrowed together.
“Alpha, there's a word for you. The council are on their way. They've heard about the human girl.”
My throat slowly closes.
CHAPTER 96CASSIAN'S POV"Did anyone move them?" I ask one of the omegas, and he shakes his head, as he barely looks at me. It is one of the moments where I am not proud of the fact that they are scared of me. This one feels different. "No, Alpha."I look across the courtyard again. The motorcycles stand exactly where they have been when they roared to life in the middle of the night. But they are cold and lifeless now. It is almost like the whole thing is a fucking dream. Mechanics have inspected every engine before dawn. Nothing is wrong.No tampered wires. No hidden devices. No signs that anyone has even touched them.It should be reassuring. Instead, it makes the whole thing worse.The stories have already started spreading through the compound. Some wolves whisper that the machines have answered Nova's power.Others claim they have witnessed an ancient omen. By breakfast, someone swears they have seen silver eyes reflected in every mirror on the eastern wall.I dismiss the mech
CHAPTER 95NOVA'S POVBy breakfast, every corridor in the compound carries whispers. By lunch, those whispers have divided into sides. By sunset, the pack no longer feels like one family.It feels like a cracked mirror. But to be honest, I have seen this coming. No one argues openly.Hell, that would have been easier.Instead, conversations stop when certain people enter the room. Wolves who have supposedly trained together since childhood suddenly choose different sparring partners. Long tables that once echoed with laughter develop invisible borders.Some sit together, some deliberately do not. I watch one young scout carry his tray toward a familiar group, hesitate halfway, and quietly turn to eat alone.Across the room, an older warrior notices me looking and lowers his gaze to the floor.He isn't angry. I wish he is. He looks guilty instead. As if my existence has become a question he doesn't know how to answer."They're talking about a vote," Jason murmurs beside me. I don't ask
CHAPTER 94KILLIAN'S POVPeople like to imagine guilt as a sharp thing. A knife, a bullet or single wound that changes everything. They are wrong. Real guilt is quieter. It is a pebble slipped into your boot by someone you trusted. You keep walking because you have no choice, and with every mile the stone rubs the skin raw until pain becomes so familiar that you mistake it for part of yourself.I have been walking with mine for twenty-three years. The abandoned watchtower overlooks the entire valley, its upper platform open to the wind and the fading light of evening. Once, scouts had stood here to warn of invading armies.Now only crows keep watch.I climb the worn spiral staircase carrying a small wooden box tucked beneath one arm.No one knows about the box. Not Cassian, not Jason, not even Beatrice.Some burdens become so old that sharing them feels impossible. At the top, I set it on the cracked stone ledge and open the lid. Inside lie a bundle of letters tied with faded blue th
CHAPTER 93 BEATRICE'S POVThe eastern cliffs have always concealed more than stone. Most wolves know them only as jagged walls overlooking the sea, battered by relentless wind and salt spray. Hunters avoid the area because the paths are narrow and treacherous. Children are warned away with stories of collapsing ledges and wandering spirits.The stories serve their purpose. They keep curious people from finding what lies beneath.I carry the lantern ahead of me, its warm glow painting shifting patterns across the tunnel walls.Nova follows in silence.She has not asked where I am taking her. After what we hear about the coalition going into the pack, this is what is best for her. To prick her curiosity. Perhaps she has grown accustomed to discovering that every answer in her life lives underground. Behind us, the hidden entrance seals with a muted click.Stone meets stone. The world outside vanishes. For several minutes, the only sounds are our footsteps and the distant rush of waves
CHAPTER 92CASSIAN'S POV As dawn creeps over the road leading away from the riverside shrine, the woods seem to hold their breath.Then riders emerge. Not dozens. They are in hundreds.Gray cloaks drape over armor bearing the crests of allied packs, their banners furled but unmistakable. They advance in disciplined columns until the narrow forest road disappears beneath a wall of horses, motorcycles, and armed escorts.No battle cry announces them.No arrows fly. Their confidence is its own weapon. They believe they will not need to fight.Jason exhales slowly. "This is coordinated."Killian's hand rests near the hilt of his blade but does not draw it. "They're here to negotiate."Beatrice says nothing. She simply counts.One envoy, three scribes, twelve elite guards, forty outriders hidden among the trees.She is always counting and calculating The lead envoy dismounts and approaches with measured dignity, carrying a scroll bound in crimson ribbon.He bows. He doesn't bow deeply th
CHAPTER 91NOVA'S POVHundreds of motorcycles stand in perfect formation beneath the silver wash of the moon. Their engines are silent. Their headlights remain dark.Not a single rider shifts in the saddle or turns to whisper to the person beside them. They look less like soldiers waiting for orders and more like statues carved from patience itself.Rows upon rows of black leather jackets stretch across the riverbank, each marked with the same silver insignia over the heart.No banners or campfires. No unnecessary movement. The silence unsettles me more than shouting ever could.Beside me, Jason mutters, "I've seen armies with less discipline."Beatrice's gaze narrows. "They're not trying to intimidate us.""No," Cassian replies quietly."They're trying to show us they don't need to."The woman still has her eyes fixed on me. Moonlight spills across pale hair touched with silver and eyes that reflect the river like polished steel.I brace myself for hatred or accusation. Instead, I fi
CHAPTER 42CASSIAN'S POVI hate the fact that I have to go and find Killian all over again, but after hearing everything I just heard from Beatrice, there is no way I am not going to find him.She finally left my room, and I was more than sure that she was going on one of her thousand shopping spre
CHAPTER 40CASSIAN'S POV‘You’re not the only one the council had plans for.’I would be lying if I said that my brother's words weren’t living rent-free in my head the whole time. I hate the fact that they have an effect on me. More than they’re supposed to.My hands are wrapped around my third gl
CHAPTER 39NOVA'S POVI look around Cassian’s room one more time, and I can’t help but smile. His room is the one place that I hadn’t even prepared myself to stay. But I am there anyway. And there is no running away from that.I am there to stay. Unless something goes wrong. And I am always bracing
CHAPTER 37NOVA'S POVCassian is doing everything to make me feel better, but I don't know if it is even working.All I want to do is just rest. Everything to keep me away from Killian and his eyes. I can't help but feel him even in the doors.“You like reading, don't you?” Cassian suddenly asks, a







