MasukThe stone walls of the central archives felt colder than usual as I ascended from the subterranean vaults. I had barely reached the ground floor when the shift in the air hit me.In the grand corridor, the maids who usually bowed low avoided my gaze, whispering urgently behind their hands. Two elite guards stationed at the gallery entrance straightened rigidly as I passed, their scents spiking with a volatile mix of confusion and intense discomfort.The peace of the hunting cabin was officially dead."Luna Aurora."I paused, turning slowly as my beta, Thomas, hurried down the hall. His face was pale, his jaw locked tight enough to crack. He didn't look at me with his usual deference; instead, his eyes darted around the corridor, ensuring the guards were out of earshot before he leaned in."You need to come to the secondary parlor immediately," Thomas muttered, his voice strained. "Draven is still in the war room, but the council elders... they are demanding an emergency tribunal.""On
The dawn light that filtered through the frosted windows of the hunting cabin was pale and clean, a stark contrast to the suffocating twilight of Cordelia’s sunroom. For a few hours, the world had shrunk to the smell of cedar, the warmth of the furs, and the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Draven’s chest beside me. The manic fire in his golden eyes had burned itself out, replaced by the deep, tranquil sleep of a wolf who had finally found his anchor.I lay awake, watching the shadows retreat across the wooden rafters. My hand rested lightly over his heart, feeling its steady beat. I had bought him one night of peace, but the clock was already ticking. Seven days. Seven days before Cordelia delivered the birth logs to the High Court judges and tore his world apart.I am not Draven’s mother.The words echoed in the quiet of my mind. If the Southern Alliance learned that Draven was the son of a Western border mistress that his lineage had been forged the political fallout would be cata
The afternoon sun could not penetrate the heavy velvet drapes of the sunroom, leaving the space in a dim, suffocating twilight. The air smelled of bitter tea, antiseptics, and the overpowering rose perfume Cordelia used to mask her illness. I stood near the edge of the chaise lounge where the former Luna sat propped up by silk pillows. Angelica had been dismissed only minutes prior, leaving the two of us alone under the watchful eyes of the High Court guards stationed just outside the glass doors. Cordelia looked frail, her hands trembling as she adjusted the heavy wool blanket over her knees, but the expression in her gray eyes was sharp and venomous. "You look remarkably comfortable in my house, Aurora," Cordelia said, her voice a thin, raspy hiss that carried the weight of her old malice. "But a placeholder should never mistake temporary shelter for a permanent home." "I am not a guest, Cordelia," I replied smoothly, keeping my hands folded against the midnight-black wool of
The morning after the midnight confrontation at our doorstep, the estate was hit by a different kind of chaos.Before the high council could even convene to discuss the bruised throat Draven had left on Valerie, a piercing scream echoed from the southern gallery. Cordelia had collapsed on her way to the morning chapel. Her personal maids found her face-down on the cold granite floor, her breathing shallow and her skin a terrifying, translucent gray.By noon, the former Luna had been rushed to the pack’s specialized medical wing, a heavily guarded stone facility on the eastern ridge. Draven and I stood in the sterile, white-tiled corridor, the heavy scent of antiseptics doing little to mask the thick, unresolved tension between us. He still hadn't apologized for his words in the master suite, his wolf’s silent, stubborn jealousy still sitting like a wall between his shoulder blades.The heavy oak doors of the examination room swung open, and the pack’s chief physician stepped out, wipi
The central judges of the High Court did not take long to establish their terms. By noon, the white banners were pinned to the stone walls of the council hall, and the decree was read aloud to the entire Southern Alliance assembly.Because the lineage logs carried the Alpha’s seal from the night of the first frost, the pregnancy could not be dismissed without a legal trial. Elder Thomas and Cordelia had played the law perfectly. Valerie was granted sanctuary within the Whitmore estate until the child was born, at which point a formal blood-paternity test would be conducted under High Court supervision. Until then, the alliance contract remained frozen, and so did my status as the recognized Luna."It must be hard for you, Aurora," Valerie murmured later that afternoon.We ran into each other in the long gallery overlooking the eastern courtyard. She was accompanied by two of Cordelia’s personal maids, her cream velvet gown brushing the stones as she stopped directly in front of me. Sh
The iron doors of the great hall hit the stone walls with a heavy thud, vibrating through the long mahogany table.The low talk among the Southern Alliance lords died instantly. I sat in the high-backed chair at the end of the table, my fingers resting flat against the dark wood. My midnight-black wool gown felt heavy, the thick fabric a sharp contrast to the bright torches lining the pillars. A few feet away, Draven stood at the head of the room. His broad shoulders were rigid beneath his leather vest, his jaw clenched tight. The scent of cedar and lightning still rolled off him, heavy with the stubborn anger from our private argument in the master suite. He hadn't looked at me since we walked in.Then, Lady Valerie walked down the center aisle.She didn’t come alone. Behind her marched the three remaining high elders, their white robes sweeping the floor, their faces set. Valerie didn't wear her usual blue northern silk; she wore a loose, flowing gown of cream velvet that gathered r
The following morning, while I was eating breakfast, the elders of the Shadowclaw Pack arrived. Not long after, I was summoned to Alpha Draven’s study room. When I stepped inside, the room felt heavy with authority. The elders sat in silence while Alpha Draven stood behind his desk, his expression
By the time I returned to the mansion, the sky had already darkened into a dull shade of gray. Evening shadows stretched across the large stone walls of the Shadowclaw estate, making the place feel colder than it already was. I paused at the iron gates for a moment, hesitating before stepping insid
The satisfaction of seeing Althea's face turn purple was sweet, but short-lived. As I turned on my heel to leave, her shock morphed into a screech that clawed at my eardrums.“Don't you walk away from me!”Althea lunged forward, though she didn't dare touch me. Her voice echoed off the high, vaulte
The darkness was heavy, but for the first time in years, it wasn't cold. It was a living, breathing weight that wrapped around me like a shield. I was floating in a haze of sleep, drifting on a sea of cedar and ozone. Something hard and warm was pressed against my back, a furnace of body heat that







