LOGINCaelum’s POV Flashback I was six, barefoot and naked. I had just shifted from my wolf to human form and I was chasing sunlight across the courtyard while Aunt Ellen scolded me for dripping mud on the marble floors. I pouted and she laughed, her laughter had a tinkling sound, like a bell caught in wind, soft but bright. “Hold still, little prince,” she said while I strugged to get out of her grip, kneeling with a comb in one hand and ribbons in the other. “Your hair’s a battlefield.” “It hurts,” I complained, wriggling. “That’s because you’re fighting me.” Her eyes, storm-grey, softened. “You fight everything good for you.” When she finished, she tied the last braid with a green ribbon and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “There. Now you look like royalty.” I giggled at her and preened under her adoring gaze, sticky-fingered and tanned from staying ou
Wren’s POVSoren’s words hit the quiet like thunder.“We’ve found something, you guys will want to see this.”Whatever warmth had been in Caelum’s embrace vanished as we followed him down the marble hallway. Torches flickered along the stone walls, throwing erratic shadows that only added to the excitement I felt.We descended into the lower wing, a place that looked like nobody had been in years. The air was cooler there, dustier, filled with the scent of old parchment and forgotten magic.Robin, Jessica and Dane stood around a massive oak table, every inch of it buried under old scrolls and brittle books. The cloud of dust surrounding them was faintly visible and I sneezed once, twice.“Bless you.” Soren grinned at me, I blushed.“The dust in my lungs right now can build a dust castle.” Jessica complained and scratched her nose, grimacing when she pulled a thick wad of cobwebs away from her face.“Show me what you found.” Caelum said to Dane, ignoring Jessica's mutters of complaints
Wren’s POV The moonlight spilled across the balcony painting everything in shades of silver that gave a picture that was both beautiful and eerie. The palace had gone quiet, only the occasional footsteps of guards patrolling could be heard. I stood by the railing, arms crossed against the chill. Below, the courtyard glowed faintly and lanterns were lit in the gardens, only adding to its mystical feel. Everything here whispered royal and untouchable but at the same time cold and empty.If this was where caelum grew up, no wonder he turned out the way he is, I thought with a heavy sigh.I tried to think of reasons why he didn't tell me about his heritage but I gave up when each thought seemed to tear my heart even more than the last. I wasn't angry, just disconcerted. Hurt, maybe, in a quiet way. But then the quiet hurts are usually the ones that last the longest.Footsteps behind me. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.“You shouldn’t be out here,” Caelum said softly, there was
Wren’s POVThe High King’s Palace was less of a building and more like a declaration of power. White pillars with golden vines reached for the clouds like they were trying to stab heaven itself. The air shimmered faintly with magic, the kind that hummed against your skin and whispered you don't belong here.Gold and white banners lined the grand courtyard, each marked with the High Court’s sigil, a wolf howling at the moon. The gardens were lush with plants of various species, all creating a diversity of colors and scents. It felt like stepping into a different, new dimension, one filled with magic.I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the various scents wash over me and I could feel some of my stress fading. Yeah, i thought, i could get used to this.We hadn’t even crossed the first marble step when people started bowing. At first, I thought someone had dropped something and everyone was helping look for it. Then I realized, nope, they were bowing. To Caelum.Dozens of guards
Wren’s POVThe meeting room was a disaster zone disguised as organization. Papers were scattered like battlefield casualties, coffee cups formed a defensive perimeter, bags of chips strewn everywhere, and someone had written Murder Suspect No. 1 with an arrow pointing to my chair. In short, it was a hot mess.“Real mature,” I said flatly. Soren snickered, it would have given him away if I didn't already know he was the one.He grinned. “It’s called crime scene labeling. You’re welcome.”Caelum didn’t even look up from the table. “Soren, if you breathe one more word, I will personally duct-tape your mouth shut.”“Could still hum,” He said cheerfully.“Not for long,” Dane muttered in that dry tone of his. I grinned at him, he didn't grin back but the corner of his lips curled and I counted that as victory.Across the table, he tapped away on his laptop, ignoring us all with the focus of a man who regretted every career decision that led him here. Robin leaned over his shoulder, nursing
Wren's POV I stumbled back with a gasp as my head turned black and my vision blurred. My head swivelled from one man to another, looking for an explanation.“I-I don't understand. That knife….” I trailed off, remembering that they weren't aware of the knife I had stolen.Caelum waved a dismissive hand, “Yes, you stole the knife to kill me, blah blah blah.”I threw him an incredulous look, “you knew about it?!”He snorted but it lacked humor, “every weapon in my armoury is well accounted for, I would be a shitty leader if I wasn't aware of my resources. Besides, there are cameras in the armoury and you're a shitty liar. Soren knew from your first meeting that you had taken something you shouldn't have so we went over the footage and we saw you try to sneak away with the cyanide and the dagger.” His voice was lowered at the ending. Soren stepped forward, “that isn't the important thing, we should be talking about how your dagger ended up in this man's chest.”I blanched, “do you think
Wren's POVRemember, wren, remember….I wanted to open my eyes but I didn't have the strength, my eyelids felt like they were glued together and I couldn't open them.“Wren? Baby, open your eyes for me!" I heard someone say, Caelum.Caelum! I need to see him, I need to see my mate.With great effor
Wren's POV“Mummy, can we please go to the market now? Can we?" Five years old me tugged on my mother's skirt.“I don't know, Wren, I don't think it's a good idea." Mummy said, her eyebrows furrowed like it did whenever daddy was late from work.“Please mummy, you promised." I tugged endlessly on h
Caelum's POVI burst into the private room where wren was kept. The room was busy with a lot of doctors and nurses working on her, then my ears caught the worst thing in my life, the sound of her flat lining.I felt the blood drain from my face, and I could feel the mate bond stretch taut and snap.
Caelum's POV“Hey baby, I miss you, the doctor said there's a possibility that you can hear what's going on around you. I really miss you, wren, I miss your touch, I miss your funny laugh, I miss your stunning eyes that seem to glow when you get angry, it leaves me breathless. Come back to me baby,






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