LOGINElena looked from the nightstand to Damien in disbelief. "What happened?" she all but cried.
He reached for her, but she turned away with a forceful, "NO!" Power kicked up in the room, lifting the loose hairs around her face. It danced and swirled around them.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down. I'm not gonna touch you," Damien said. "Are you hurt?"
"No," she pouted. Her head was spinning with a million thoughts. Why did the glass break? Why was he looking at her like that? What was happening? She grabbed her left arm with her right hand, crossing her body as if she could protect herself.
"Elena, I don't know what's going on, but this is very important. You cannot tell anyone else what happened here."
"Why? Are you afraid they'll find out you were in my bedroom?" she asked, anger rising to the surface and rippling along her skin.
"No! That's not what I meant. Jesus, Elena. Why do you have to keep saying stuff like that?" he practically shouted.
"You're the one who showed up with a Luna and told me to keep our mate bond a secret!" she hissed. The lights started flickering as her temper flared.
"Listen to me. I don't know what's happening, but you need to calm down. I don't want you to tell anyone because you're not safe. This power...it's like nothing I've ever felt before, and your wolf seems to be pushing it forward. Evil people will stop at nothing to control it."
He took her hand, and this time, she didn't resist. The mate bond flared up between them, soothing her anger and fear. His touch felt right. It felt like home. It was the first time since coming to Silverpine that she actually felt alright.
Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his. Instead of his warm, green eyes, she was met with the penetrating blue of his wolf's. But it only lasted a second before Damien regained his composure. "He's very protective of you," he said quietly.
Not knowing what to say, Elena simply nodded.
"I don't know how much your aunt has told you about our families, but the threat on my father's life has just as much to do with you as it does me."
"She told me my father was the Alpha King's Beta. I don't remember much other than being your friend, and you being sent away after that horrible day."
Damien ran his hand through his hair before saying, "We believe that the assassins were sent by someone close to our fathers. Ultimately, it shouldn't be that hard to narrow down who it was because they kept a very tight circle back in those days."
Elena shivered at the thought of someone her father trusted being the cause of his death. The worst part was that she was meant to be in the car with them that day, but she got sick. Her mom told her to stay home. Never one to argue with her parents, she simply went back to bed until the police knocked on the door with the news.
A tear slipped down her cheek at the memory. The pain of it always tore like a jagged knife right through her ribs. Damien noticed the tear and stepped closer. This time, the power barely fluttered. It seemed she had exhausted herself. He slowly reached forward and slid his thumb across her cheek. He was close enough that she could smell the delicious aroma of cologne. She hadn't been this close to a guy since that asshole, Matt, tried assaulting her on her first day of school.
Elena tried to clear her head by shaking it, but all it did was make her a little dizzy. As she swayed on her feet, he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I really want to kiss you again," Damien whispered.
"What about your Luna?" she asked with a shaky voice.
"Damn it, Elena. Will you fucking let that go already? She's not my mate. You are!"
"But she'll be your Luna, not me," she said quietly, getting sad again.
"You don't understand the pack politics. I can't have a wolfless Luna. It's not safe for you. My life is already in danger. I can risk yours, too. Right now, no one cares about you because they think you're not a threat. That's why no one can know you're my mate. And they definitely can't know about your hocus pocus act earlier."
"I just want to go to bed. Can you please leave?" Elena asked him.
"Fine. Just remember what I said." Damien leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, knowing better than to push his luck. "Sleep well."
With those words, he was gone silently out her window. A window she hadn't even noticed was open. She walked over, closed, and latched the window. She could just barely make out his shape in the shadows. He was watching her from beneath the window. She couldn't tell how he really felt about her. Forget about the Mona situation.
She finished getting ready for bed and curled up with her favorite book. She read a few pages before she felt the desperate pull of sleep. She placed the book on her nightstand and turned out the light. And fell straight into a dream.
"Elena," called a voice across the meadow. Wait. Why was she in a meadow? Why was the sun shining? She looked around and saw she had been sleeping in the middle of a bed of white flowers. The most remarkable thing was happening. As she stood up, the flowers that had been crushed beneath her began reshaping themselves back into perfect condition.
"Whoa!" she whispered.
"Elena!" The voice was right behind her now, causing her to jump. She turned around and was shocked to see a young, vibrant version of her mother.
"Mom?!" She screamed. "Mom? What are you doing here?"
"This is the world in between the waking and the sleeping. That's why I'm able to speak to you, my darling child. So much has happened, and I am so sorry we're not there to help you."
"Mom, what's happening to me? Am I going crazy?" Elena sobbed.
"No, my child. This is all my fault. Your father and I wanted to protect you because of a prophecy." Her mother began to flicker in and out. "We must hurry. You're waking up. In my old chest, there's a false panel. Inside is a book. You must find it to learn all the answers. I love you, my child..."
With that, she faded away, and Elena awoke with a gasp.
The howls continued long after the pulse faded. Elena stood at the window, unable to look away from the wolves gathered across the manor grounds. Some remained in human form while others had shifted, but all of them faced the manor with the same stunned reverence. It should have inspired her. Maybe later, when she had enough time to process what had happened, it would.Right now, it only made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff with everyone waiting to see if she would fly.Slowly, the pack began to return to themselves. Conversations restarted in hushed voices. Guards resumed their patrols, though more than one glanced back toward the manor before moving on. The grounds looked the same as they had before, but Elena knew better. Everyone had felt the shift. Everyone knew something had changed, including her.“I really wish everyone would stop looking at me like that,” she whispered.Damien moved closer, his reflection appearing beside hers in the glass. “Like what?”
No one spoke after Ryan’s revelation. Elena wasn't sure anyone even breathed. The words hung over the room with a weight that seemed impossible for one sentence to carry. The first wolf should have stayed dead.She had spent months trying to understand what she was. First, she was a wolfless Alpha’s daughter. Then she was a witch-and-wolf hybrid. Then she was the child of prophecy. Every time Elena started to accept one answer, the world ripped it away and replaced it with something bigger. And honestly, she was getting a little tired of bigger.She looked around the room at everyone staring at her with varying degrees of concern, shock, and curiosity before finally throwing her hands in the air. “No.”Damien blinked. “No?”“No,” she repeated. “Absolutely not.”“Elena—”“Nope. I’m drawing the line.”Ryan looked at her like he was trying to decide whether the corruption had somehow jumped from him into her. “You’re drawing the line?” he asked.“Yes.”“At what exactly?”Elena pointed to
Theron’s words stole every bit of warmth from the room. No one spoke. No one moved. Even the guards stationed outside the door seemed to understand that something had shifted.The corruption was never the final weapon. The wolves who survived it were. Elena looked between Theron and Ryan, trying to piece together what that meant. She had spent so long believing Peter’s corruption was designed to control wolves and turn them into mindless soldiers. Even after seeing Theron and Ryan fight their way back, she assumed that was the flaw in his plan.Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe the ability to survive was the entire point.“What do you mean?” Roland finally asked.Theron slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed. The movement was clearly painful, but there was a determination in his eyes Elena hadn’t seen before. For years, he had been trapped inside his own mind with the truth. Now that he finally had a voice, he wasn’t going to waste it.“I couldn’t understand everything I saw,” T
Ryan remained on one knee long after anyone expected him to stand. The silence in the chamber stretched, not from shock anymore, but from the understanding that something impossible had just happened. The Rogue Alpha who had spent years rejecting the authority of every pack leader alive had freely offered his loyalty to Elena. And he did it through choice. Somehow, that made the moment even more powerful.Elena stared at him, unsure what she was supposed to do next. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. A few months ago, she was waiting tables at her aunt’s restaurant while the entire pack whispered about the wolfless Alpha daughter who would never become anything. Now Ryan Mercer was kneeling before her.“Please stand,” she finally said.Ryan lifted his gaze to hers, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of surprise. “You don’t accept?”Elena frowned. “Accept what?”“My oath.”She looked around the room, hoping someone would jump in and explain the proper protocol for somethin
The silence after the corruption disappeared was almost worse than the chaos. For several seconds, no one moved. No one trusted what they were seeing. The chamber that had been moments away from collapse now stood perfectly still, the wards slowly fading back into their steady rhythm.Elena remained exactly where she was, her hand still wrapped around Ryan’s. She was afraid to let go, afraid that if she moved too quickly, the nightmare would somehow begin all over again, but nothing came back. The darkness was gone.Ryan Mercer, the Rogue Alpha who had brought entire packs to their knees, the wolf no Alpha could control, was unconscious on the stone floor in front of her. And for the first time since anyone in that room had known him, he looked peaceful.“Elena.” Damien’s voice pulled her back to herself.She looked over her shoulder to find him already stepping through the open seal. Gail must have dropped the barrier completely, but Elena hadn’t even noticed. Damien knelt beside her
The chamber shook hard enough to send dust raining from the ceiling, but Elena barely noticed. Her focus remained locked on Ryan as the wards surged brighter around him, layer after layer igniting in violent pulses.The corruption moved beneath his skin like something alive and furious, twisting around the silver light that still flickered faintly beneath the surface. He was fighting it—not perfectly and certainly not winning, but fighting nonetheless.“Elena, step back!” Roland ordered.She didn’t move. Ryan’s body jerked violently again, one hand slamming against the stone floor to keep himself upright. A low, distorted growl ripped from his throat, but it kept breaking apart midway through, interrupted by harsh, ragged breaths.“It’s trying to separate him from whatever you left behind,” Gail said over the roar of the wards.Elena looked at her sharply. “Left behind?”Gail’s eyes never left Ryan. “Your resonance. When you held against him before, part of your influence anchored ins
The training ring was already lit when Elena arrived. Roland stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, not looking at her yet. Gail traced faint symbols along the outer boundary, reinforcing wards that hummed too softly to hear. Damien remained near the entrance, present in the exact way
The manor no longer felt like a sanctuary. It felt like it was holding its breath. Elena sensed it long before anyone spoke of it aloud. It wasn't fear or danger in the immediate sense. It was something quieter, deeper. She stood alone in the inner courtyard at twilight, where the last light of da
The first thing Roland did was issue an order of silence. Guards escorted Mona from the chamber without spectacle. Two of them flanked her at a respectable distance without the use of restraints. They kept their posture relaxed enough to appear honorable, not contained. A casual observer would assu
The manor changed in a choreographed performance. Elena watched it happen from the second-floor gallery. Guards shifted in staggered pairs, servants rerouted without being told, and doors closed softly behind important conversations. No one ran or whispered loudly. The whole estate moved like a bod







