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Nalani’s POVThe darkness lifted slowly, like swimming up through thick oil. My body felt heavy, unresponsive. My eyelids fluttered open to dim light filtering through rusted bars, a cold stone ceiling arched above me, damp air thick with the scent of blood and metal.I tried to move, and pain lanced through my wrists and ankles, chains biting deep into my skin, silver-infused, reinforced with something darker, something that burned like acid against my Lynix blood. I was strapped to a metal bed, not just any bed, a reinforced slab designed for restraint, thick bolts anchoring it to the floor, the chains laced with neural inhibitors and slow-release suppressants that hummed faintly, sapping my strength even as my healing tried to fight it.This wasn’t a normal prison. It was built for something like me, something stronger than a wolf, stronger than an Alpha.I twisted my head, ignoring the fire in my veins, and saw him.Zeph.In the cell across from mine, separated by iron bars that g
Nalani's POV The morning after the hidden room felt fragile, like the world had tilted overnight and we were all still finding our balance.I woke up tangled between Caspian and Kieran, their arms heavy across me, their breathing deep and even. For a few stolen minutes I let myself stay there, listening to the twin rhythms of their hearts, feeling the bond hum soft and content. No nightmares. No grief sharp enough to cut. Just them.But reality waited outside the door.The Council's summon was still hanging over me. A formal ceremony to present the title and honors for winning the tournament. The one where I had fought, bled, and claimed my place as the first female victor in years. It should have happened weeks ago, but the attacks, the deaths, the merging of packs had delayed everything.Now the date was reset. Tomorrow. At the old Council Hall in a neutral territory.Caspian and Kieran could not come.Border tensions had flared overnight, scouts reported strange movements and thre
Kieran’s POVWe didn’t speak as we moved through the halls, muscle memory guiding us. I led the way carefully, remembering the passageways from childhood… how Caspian and I had once explored these halls, daring each other to sneak into places we weren’t supposed to. Back then, it had been a game; today, every step felt heavier, weighted with history and danger.Nalani walked ahead, the journal clutched tightly to her chest, her wolf stirring beneath her skin. Zeph brought up the rear, silent, vigilant, a shadow of quiet strength. Caspian hovered near me, restless, but careful to give her space.We reached the old library. Dust hung thick in the air, motes drifting in shafts of sunlight like tiny ghosts. Ancient shelves towered above us, holding books older than some packs, each one silent, watching. My pulse quickened as we reached the shelf. Carefully, I pulled the book that seemed different from the rest on the shelf and then…A faint click echoed through the still air. Slowly, a h
Nalani's POV It has been fifteen hours.Fifteen hours since I’d last felt Caspian’s steady presence at my back or Kieran’s restless energy brushing against mine like a living thing. Fifteen hours since the bond had stretched… taut enough to ache.I sat on the edge of the bed, the journal heavy in my hands, unopened since the night before.The bond hummed beneath my skin.Caspian’s fury simmered like a banked fire…controlled, dangerous. He was searching. Calculating. Every second I stayed away only sharpened him.Kieran was worse.His emotions slammed into me in chaotic bursts… anger, worry, irritation, relief that I was alive, then anger all over again. He hated being kept in the dark. And me?I hated being away from them.The truth settled heavy in my chest: I wasn’t finding peace here. I wasn’t finding clarity. It felt like the more I found out things about myself the more… hidden things there were.Zeph knocked once before pushing the door open.“You didn’t sleep,” he said, not a
Nalani's POV The words hung in the air, heavy, impossible.“Brother…”My body froze. My wolf bristled, muscles taut beneath my skin, claws itching to shred the world around me. Yet I stayed rooted, eyes locked on him. My mind screamed betrayal, confusion, disbelief. Every instinct I had screamed at me to run, to fight, to demand proof, but part of me… part of me longed to hear more.“How?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “How is that even possible?”He studied me, calm and unflinching. His dark eyes, sharp and observant, held a storm I hadn’t anticipated. “Our mother,” he said quietly, reaching behind him. “She… she gave you away when you were born.” He extended a hand, holding an object that immediately caught my attention.It was old, leather-bound, worn around the edges. A journal. It had the smell of time and ink mixed faintly with that scent of tulips, and it made my chest tighten.“It’s hers,” he said, placing it gently in my hands. “Our m
Nalani’s POVThe blindfold was unnecessary.I let him tie it anyway.Not because I was afraid… fear had long since burned out of me but because I wanted to see how far he thought he could go. I wanted to measure the man brave or foolish enough to approach me alone, to put his hands on me, to believe he could take me anywhere without consequence.The fabric brushed my skin, soft, deliberate. His fingers hovered, careful not to linger. Smart.The vehicle rumbled to life beneath us, and I settled back into the seat, every sense widening rather than dimming. When we left the paved road, I felt it immediately…the shift in vibration, the crunch of gravel, the way the tires struggled over uneven ground. The air changed too, seeping in through the seams of the doors, sharp with pine and wet earth, threaded with the deeper scent of old forest.My wolf purred beneath my skin.Not anxious. Not alarmed.Anticipating.I counted turns. Measured time. Logged the incline and decline of the terrain, th
Nalani’s POVI lay flat on my back on the training mat, arms crossed behind my head, staring up at the high ceiling of the Halestone pack gym. Sweat still clung to my skin from the last set. My lungs burned, but my mind was clear.“I need to work on my weaknesses,” I said, voice steady. “I won’t wi
Nalani’s POVI knelt in the backyard garden, my fingers buried deep in the cool, dark soil around my mother’s prized flowers. The late-afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting golden patches across the petals. I was lost in the simple rhythm of tending them when a sharp buzz jolted from t
Nalani’s POV“Who are you?”The voice in my dream was low, urgent, edged with something ancient and heavy. Shadows pressed in around me, thick and suffocating, the kind of dark that swallowed light whole. I couldn’t see his face, only the faint outline of broad shoulders and eyes that burned like e
Nalani’s POV“Wake up, Bianca.”The words barely left my mouth before my sister let out another long, dramatic snore. She was buried so deep under her blanket that only a chaotic explosion of ginger hair poked out, like flames trying to escape a smothering cloud. Typical Bianca… sleeping like the w







