Mag-log inEdricThe Council had called us again and apparently, they had come up with a decision: I was to be banished from the pack never to be seen again.The air in the council chamber felt thick enough to choke on as Leon’s body vibrated with barely contained fury beside me, his arm still wrapped possessively around my waist. The low, guttural growl rumbling from his chest made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. His eyes had that dangerous, feral gleam again, the same one I had seen briefly when they had summoned us earlier.It was as if these people didn't learn. It was as if they hadn't heard Leon's warning.Claws had partially extended from his fingertips, and the veins in his neck stood out like cords ready to snap.This was the curse. The madness the elders feared and it was fully awake, triggered by their demand to banish me even after he had warned them.“Leon,” I whispered, my voice trembling but urgent. I turned fully toward him, ignoring the five pairs of shocked elder eye
EdricThe next few days passed in a strange, fragile peace. My body healed slowly, the soreness fading into a dull reminder of that intense first night. Leon was attentive, almost too attentive, making sure I ate, rested, and took the medicines the doctor left. We visited Aria again, and seeing her smile brighter with the new treatment lifted a weight I’d carried for years. For the first time in forever, I felt… hopeful but peace never lasted long in Leon’s world.I woke up restless on the fourth morning. The mansion, Leon’s pack house, I was learning to call it, was beautiful but suffocating. Too many eyes watching me. Too many whispers behind closed doors. Leon had left early for some pack business, promising he’d be back by lunch. The quiet felt heavy.“I just need some air,” I told myself, slipping on comfortable shoes and a light jacket. One of the staff tried to offer an escort, but I waved them off with a polite smile. “I won’t go far.”The grounds around the mansion were vast,
LeonTwo hours later, after settling Edric in the guest wing suite closest to mine, close enough I could hear his breathing through the walls, a knock sounded on my study door. It was sharp and official.I knew who it was before opening it and I could tell that a storm was brewing.Elder Thorne stood there, silver hair braided back, his robes embroidered with the Blackthorn crest: a twisted oak wrapped in thorns. Behind him, Elders Mira and Garrick flanked like sentinels. Their combined presence pressed on the pack bond like an incoming storm.“Alpha Leon,” Thorne said, voice formal and edged. “The council summons you. Now.”I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “This couldn’t wait until morning?” I asked, knowing full well that they couldn't since they all thought that they owned me.Mira’s eyes narrowed. She was the eldest, her face a map of wrinkles and wisdom, but her gaze still held the fire of a wolf who’d survived three alphas. “The incident in the foyer has already spr
LeonThe tires crunched over the gravel drive as I guided the black SUV through the wrought-iron gates of Blackthorn Manor. The mansion loomed ahead, its stone facade weathered by centuries of mountain winds, windows glowing like watchful eyes in the gathering dusk. Edric sat in the passenger seat, still pale from the hospital lights and the sterile smell that clung to his clothes. His arm was bandaged, the sling a stark white against his dark jacket. Human. Fragile. Mine to protect now, whether the pack understood it or not.I glanced sideways at him. “You should rest when we get inside. No arguments.”Edric offered a tired half-smile, the one that always twisted something deep in my chest. “You’ve said that three times since we left the parking lot, Leon. I’m fine. Just bruised and… tired of needles. I hate getting sick because I have to take care of my sister and I can't afford to get sick. There won't be anyone to take care of me and I won't be able to work. But right now, now you
EdricThe next morning, I felt significantly better. The fever had broken completely overnight, though my body still ached with every movement, especially when I tried to walk more than a few steps. Leon hovered the entire time, helping me shower, making sure I ate a proper breakfast, and watching me like I might disappear if he blinked.“I want to see Aria today,” I said firmly while he was buttoning one of his oversized shirts on me. It smelled like him, clean, warm, with a hint of something expensive. “No more excuses. I need to see her with my own eyes.”Leon studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Alright. But we’re taking it slow. If you get tired, we come straight back. Doctor’s orders.”I nodded, heart already racing. It had been too long.The drive to the hospital was quiet. Leon’s car was luxurious and surprisingly comfortable, but I spent most of the trip fidgeting, my hands twisting in my lap. When we arrived, I expected the usual crowded public hospital wing where Ari
EdricThe quiet comfort of Leon’s arms didn’t last long. A sudden, sharp thought cut through the haze of exhaustion and lingering fever like cold water.“Aria.”I sat up too fast. Pain shot through my lower body, and the room tilted for a second, but I didn’t care. My heart was pounding. “Aria… my sister. I haven’t seen her since yesterday. Before Marcus…” My voice cracked. I tried to swing my legs off the bed, but they refused to cooperate. They felt like jelly. “I need to see her. Now. You promised you would give her the best care, but I haven’t even checked on her…”“Edric, easy.” Leon’s strong hands caught me before I could collapse. He pulled me back against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around my waist. “She’s okay. I swear to you. I had my people move her to a private room at the best hospital in the city the same night everything happened. Top specialists, round-the-clock nurses, everything she needs.”I shook my head, tears already pricking at my eyes. “I still need to
LeonI lose control and I know the exact moment it happens. It is not when my eyes turn red, not when my bones strain or my skin burns with the need to shift.It happens the moment I feel his fear. It's sharp, bright and alive.My Edric.The scent of it wraps around my throat and tightens like a l
EdricI don’t go back to Luna Noir.I tell myself that like it’s a promise, like if I repeat it often enough it will turn into something solid… something I can stand on when my knees threaten to give out.The sun is barely up when I leave the apartment, the city still yawning awake. Queens feels di
EdricI thought Leon had been exaggerating when he asked me why I let the ‘vampire’ touch me. I thought maybe it was a kink in the club.That was the first mistake.After the night he dragged me into that private room, after the bruising kiss, the way his hands shook like he was holding himself bac
LeonThe night was already running hot.Luna Noir throbbed with its usual pulse, music vibrating through the obsidian walls, supernatural auras winding through the air like smoke, scents sharp and heavy with desire. My wolves worked the floor, the vampires stalked the balcony, and everyone knew the







