MasukThe gray ash of the coven wight lay scattered over my torn bridal gown, but the weight of the spell hadn't broken. In the center of the sanctuary, the skeletal remains of what my uncle called his "son" lay flat, yet the air was still shivering with a massive, stolen Alpha aura.My uncle did not stay on his knees. He scrambled backward, his eyes darting from the bones of the wight to the shattered western gates where Derek stood."You think a parlor trick with a dead bone changes the law, Leah?" my uncle shouted, his voice cracking as he backed toward the altar. He pulled out a second parchment scroll, stamped with the ancient crimson wax of the Southern High Council. "The wight was a vessel, yes! A vessel for the true spirit of Julian! My son died in the eastern passes ten winters ago, but his bloodline claim was registered before his heart stopped beating. If you refuse to yield the seat to his legal lineage, you are an usurper!"I stepped over the pile of ash, my bare feet leaving b
The morning of the winter solstice arrived without a sun. A thick fog rolled over the courtyard, turning the white marble stairs of the Crescent mansion slick with frost. Inside the sanctuary, the air grew heavy with the scent of burning cedar and the sharp tang of Northern ceremonial oils.I stood before the full-length mirror in the high solar, my fingers tracking the silver mail stitched into the hem of my heavy white bridal cloak. The dress was pure silk, but beneath the fabric, the faint violet veins on my forearms pulsed in a slow, rhythmic cadence."You're tense," Kaelen said, his deep voice vibrating from the doorway.He wore his formal sovereign armor, the dark steel plates polished to a mirror finish, a heavy wolf-pelt mantle draped over his massive shoulders. He didn't carry his broadsword ceremony forbade steel at the altar but his presence filled the room, chasing away the winter draft."My uncle has been too quiet," I murmured, turning to face him. "The western defense g
The shards of Derek’s frozen arm still littered the floor when Kaelen stepped down from the terrace. The Northern warriors stood like iron statues, their broadswords drawn, their eyes fixed on Alpha Ethan Salem, who lingered in the shadows of the doorway.But Salem didn't advance. He merely touched the edge of his sapphire crown, offered a cold, mocking bow, and melted back into the winter mist outside the estate. He left Derek shivering on the stone floor, his shattered shoulder weeping blue ink.Kaelen ignored the broken boy completely. He walked straight to me, his heavy boots crushing the forged academy ledgers Claire had scattered across the floor. The entire ballroom fell into a suffocating silence."The alliance was built on trade routes and ancient blood," Kaelen said, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. He didn't look at the elders or the guards. He looked only at me, his icy blue eyes stripped of their usual calculated detachment. "But I don't sign treaties with ghost
The Northern Moon Shadow pack did not celebrate birthdays with cake and soft music. They celebrated them with heavy iron braziers, raw meat, and tests of combat that usually left the floorboards stained.The grand ballroom of the Crescent estate had been transformed into a winter court to mark Kaelen’s twenty-eighth year. The standard velvet draperies were stripped away, replaced by heavy wolf pelts and banners of dark leather. At the center of the hall, three massive spits turned over open fire pits, the scent of roasting boar cutting through the cold air.I stood near the upper terrace steps, a silver goblet of spiced northern wine untouched in my hand.The violet veins on my wrists had grown completely silent, buried deep beneath my skin since the night Derek had shattered into ice in the courtyard. Everyone assumed Derek was dead—a casualty of Ethan Salem’s dark frost magic. The Blackwood Ridge pack had fallen into total obscurity, their territory absorbed by the Council, and thei
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 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
Leah’s POVThe walk home from Blood Moon College was quieter than usual.Most days, students traveled in groups along the forest path that connected the campus to the nearby pack territories. Today, conversations around me were all about the same thing: the Leadership Competition.Everyone had theo
Leah POVThe next morning at Blood Moon College felt strangely normal.The sun was already high when I walked through the main gates. Students moved between buildings like they always did some laughing, some half asleep, others rushing to avoid being late for class.If someone had looked at the cam
The forest released me quietly.By the time the pack territory came into view, the moon had climbed higher, pale and indifferent. I slowed my pace, breathing evenly, schooling my expression into calm. If I was careful enough, quiet enough I could slip into my room, let the night swallow everything,







