登入The grand assembly chamber had never felt so small. Three days had passed since the obsidian track dissolved, and the air inside the Crescent estate still tasted of ozone and dried blood.The long obsidian table had been hastily repaired, the fractures filled with molten silver that gleamed under the torchlight. My uncle sat at the center, flanked by the elders of the South. To his left sat Alpha Richard, looking older than the bedrock beneath us, his chest hollowed by the ruin of his family's reputation.Derek stood in the center of the floor, stripped of his fine blazer and academy crest. His right arm was bound tightly to his torso, his head hanging low as the assembly council stared down at him with cold disgust.Before my uncle could read the sentence of banishment, the heavy iron doors at the back of the chamber groaned. The standard-issue guards didn't open them; they were thrown backward, their armor clattering against the stone as four massive warriors in white pelt cloaks st
The stadium had descended into a war zone. The screaming of the fleeing spectators was drowned out by the bone-chilling howls of the spirit wolves pouring from the rift. They swarmed the liquid track, a sea of translucent white fur and glowing violet eyes, focusing entirely on Kaelen.Kaelen was buried to his waist in the boiling obsidian tar, his upper body half-shifted into a mass of dark fur and muscle. He slammed his fists into the first wave of spirit wolves, ripping them into violet mist, but three more took their place, sinking their ethereal jaws into his shoulders to pin him down.I sprinted across the disintegrating field, my boots tearing up the turf. My golden Alpha aura cut through the yellow fog like a torch. I didn't head for Kaelen I headed straight for Derek.Derek stood ten yards from the finish line, the shadow-tar now reaching his chest. His body looked broken, his limbs twitching as the coven’s magic hollowed him out from the inside."Step away from him, Leah!" Al
The sun hadn’t even cleared the eastern tree line when the bleachers surrounding the obsidian track filled to capacity. Half the territory had driven through the night to witness the proxy war. The obsidian track a massive three-mile loop composed of crushed volcanic glass glinted like a black mirror under the gray dawn light.I stood by the iron railing near the starting line, the cold wind whipping the hem of my leather jacket against my boots.Kaelen arrived first, accompanied by four of his Northern guards. He wore only simple black athletic trousers and a thin shirt that did little to hide the jagged scars cutting across his torso. He looked entirely unaffected by the early morning freeze, his icy blue eyes scanning the crowd with bored detachment.When Derek appeared, a low murmur rippled through the spectators.He had discarded his sling, his right arm braced with a tight compression wrap beneath his tank top. His skin looked sickly pale, almost translucent under the stadium li
Kaelen didn't stop until he was inches from Derek. The concrete beneath their boots felt like it was absorbing the chill radiating from the Northern Warlord. Derek’s friends scrambled backward, abandoning him by the fountain, leaving him alone with his bad arm and his brittle pride."I asked you a question, boy," Kaelen said, his voice dropping into a register that made the water in the stone basin ripple. "Did the lesson in the vanity room fade from your mind already?"Derek swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He tried to lock his knees, to stand tall under the weight of Kaelen’s aura, but his left hand trembled against his side. "This is a Southern academy, Kaelen. You have no jurisdiction here. Leah is my fated mate, and the Council will verify it in three days. You're just a tourist holding a broken lease."A cruel smile cut across Kaelen’s face. He turned slowly, looking down at Claire, who was still shaking from Derek’s insults, her face a mask of ruined makeup and raw fur
The ash of the fake Shaman still lingered in the air, but the true stench in the council chamber was Derek’s desperation.With his political play shattered and the illusion of my "obsession" exposed as a cheap glamour, he scrambled backward against the wall. The elders stared at him with disgust. Even his father, Alpha Richard, looked at his son with a mix of fury and profound embarrassment."You absolute fool," Richard hissed, gripping Derek’s good shoulder so hard he nearly tore the fabric. "You dragged our pack into a treasonous lie based on a forged diary? You embarrassed our bloodline in front of the High Council!""It’s not a lie, Father!" Derek shouted, looking around the room for any ally left. He couldn't use the fake diary anymore, so he played his final card. He pointed a trembling finger at me. "She can't marry the Northern Warlord. She can't! Because she is my fated mate!"The chamber went dead silent. A fated mate bond was a biological decree, an match that even the High
The blood welling from the obsidian table smelled of stagnant water and copper. It dripped over the edges, hissing as it touched the stone floor. Kaelen didn't drop Derek. His grip tightened, his knuckles whitening against the boy’s throat, but his head snapped toward the door.The High Shaman stepped into the room, his white robes dragging through the dark liquid spreading across the floor. The bone charms on his staff rattled with a dry, hollow click."Step back, Warlord," my uncle commanded, his hand reaching for the silver dagger at his belt. His eyes went from the bleeding table to the gray-stained hands of the Shaman. "What is the meaning of this? The High Council does not interfere with pack tribunals unless requested.""The High Council acts when a bloodline is compromised," the Shaman said. His voice lacked the resonance of a holy man; it sounded thin, like wind rushing through a ribcage. He raised his staff, pointing the silver tip directly at me. "The girl is not a true Cre
The night swallowed me whole as I walked away from Blood Moon College towards the forest, I could still hear the laughter from the party loud and clear.Each step echoed with memories I wished I could tear from my heart, Derek’s laughter when things finally went right, his desperation when they did
I, Leah, accept the rejection of Alpha Derek of the Wolfsbane Pack.The words tasted like blood in my mouth, sharp and metallic, but my voice did not shake. Silence crashed over the clearing, heavy and suffocating, as if even the moon above had paused to witness my fall.Gasps rippled through the g
The moment Derek and I reached the fork in the forest path, we both started running. Neither of us said a word. The wooden marker was tight in my grip as I followed the path Maya had guided me through earlier. Leaves crunched beneath my shoes, and branches brushed against my sleeves as I moved quic
The fall wasn't a plunge through empty air; it felt like drowning in frozen ink. Pressure slammed against my eardrums as the shadows scraped against my skin, numbing the burning pain in my ribs. Derek’s grip on my wrist remained tight, a dead weight dragging me deeper into the abyss until we hit so







