Mag-log inSilver Fang Pack: Full Moon Sienna's POV The black wolf's paws hit the earth in a steady rhythm beneath us, the forest rushing past on both sides in the dark, the cold wind coming sharp against my face carrying the smell of pine and wet soil and something faintly sweet underneath it that I couldn not place. The dizziness arrived without asking, the way it had been doing since the council meeting, tilting the world sideways for two or three seconds before releasing it again. I pressed my palm flat against the wolf's spine and breathed until it passed. I didn't know what it was. I only knew it kept coming back. "Are you alright?" Damien's arm tightened around my waist from behind, his palm warm and steady against me. "I'm fine," I said. I reached down, pulled his hand further around my waist, laced my fingers through his, feeling him press closer in response. I turned my head and found him already looking at me. "We're going to get through this," he said. "I know." I meant it.
FULL MOON ARRIVED Sienna's POV The heavy oak doors of the grand hall didn't just open. They seemed to bleed into the room. A sudden, cold draft cut through the scent of roasted meats and expensive perfumes, carrying the bitter odor of damp earth and crushed winter leaves. "The Shadow King." The whisper started near the threshold, a low friction of sound that caught in the throats of the lower-ranking wolves before it amplified into a restless, shuffling tide. The crowd pressed backward, their fine silks rustling as they tried to clear a path away from the shifting violet darkness pooling at the rear entrance. Damien didn't shift his stance, but his hand moved to the small of my back. His palm was warm, solid, and completely steady against my spine, grounding me against the sudden drop in temperature. We both watched the center of that black mist begin to solidify into a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette. "He didn't look like this before," Damien said. The words barely left
FULL MOON ARRIVING Sienna's POV Nobody moved. Not the branches, not the nobles, not even the Celestial Pack standing at the far end of the hall. The voice had come and gone and left the room holding itself like a breath it had not yet released, and I stood in the middle of it and felt the silence press against my skin from every direction at once. Then Juvien stirred. Not the slow turn she made when something passed close. A full waking, sharp and immediate, and I felt her settle into the back of my skull with the particular alertness she reserved for things that required both of us. *He's here.* Her voice was low. Certain. *Who?* I asked, though something in my chest had already begun answering before she did. *Duke.* I did not move. I did not change my expression. I stood in the center of the hall with that name sitting inside me, and kept my face exactly where it was. Duke? I already knew. The moment the voice came through the dark I had known, and knowing it and hearing
MUM? NOT MUM. Sienna's POV The name came out of me like something torn. Blood hit my lips before I registered the pain, warm and copper-sharp, and my eyes snapped open to a ceiling I did not recognise for a full second before the hall crashed back around me, the noise, the heat of too many bodies, the smell of wolves who did not trust each other packed into a space that was not built for this kind of tension. George's hands were on my back, steady, pouring what he had into me in slow careful increments. A figure stepped down from somewhere above. My vision was still blurring at the edges, slow to clear, and I could not make out the shape of it before Damien was crouching beside me, his eyes moving over my face the way they moved when he was checking for things I was not going to tell him. "Lily." His voice was low. "You alright?" I nodded once. "Lydia is here." He said it close to my ear, barely breath. "I think she can help." His eyes moved toward the far end of the hall and
FOUR HOT SLAP!!!! Sienna's POV Every eye in the room landed on me. I stood frozen, my hands doing the thing hands do when the rest of the body has decided to betray itself — fingers closing and unclosing against my sides, the breath not coming at the right speed. Juvien snored somewhere in the back of my skull, completely unbothered. Keep quiet. Can you not see what is happening? I directed the thought inward. She stirred once, turned over, went back to sleep. Mindlink: "Damien. How did she know? What do we do now?" He sat at the center of the dais, perfectly still, not a muscle moving. I tried again. The connection cut. Clean. Immediate. Like a door pulled shut from the other side. My heart moved in a way it had not moved in a long time — not fear, something older than fear, the particular sensation of reaching for someone and finding nothing there. I looked at the side of his face willing him to turn, and he did not turn. The memories arrived without being invited: the morn
I KNOW IT'S YOU, SIENNA Sienna's POV Damien's hand found my wrist as we rose from the dais, his grip brief and certain, the kind that said stay close without needing to. I found Morrigan before my eyes had fully adjusted to the distance. She had descended from the air with the stillness of someone who had never needed to hurry toward anything, her dark silk gown settling around her as her feet touched the ground, and she stood at the outer edge of the ceremony ground where the space around her was slightly emptier than the space around anyone else. The Black Moon Pack came down behind her. Their leader moved toward her and prostrated before she had acknowledged him, forehead to the ground. Not ceremony. Something older than ceremony. What? I pressed my feet into the ground and kept my face where it was. Mindlink: "Damien. Is she here for us?" Mindlink: "I don't think so. She's here for something. Keep still." I kept still. Then movement at my left, just behind my sho
Sienna's POV His gaze landed on me the moment Clara pointed her finger. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, frantic and hollow. I forced my face down, letting my eyes trace the damp, oil-streaked dirt to avoid the monster on the dais, because if I didn't look, maybe the heavy we
Sienna's POV The light didn't just enter the cell; it interrogated the floorboards. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sun that sliced through the high, slit window. It mocked the small amount of breathing space I had tried to carve out of the silence.It had been two days since I was thrown into
Damien's POV The gala hall air felt like a jagged blade, cold and static while every wolf in the room stood frozen with eyes glued to the girl bleeding into my shirt. She'd been suffering, clamping down on her wolf for so long that it was probably rotting inside her, but this wasn't just a suppres
Sienna's POV The air here didn't belong to the living, lacking the scent of damp moss or the metallic bite of the cellar to taste of ancient dust and ozone instead, like the heavy, electric stillness right before a mountain storm breaks. I choked on the thickness of it, my lungs burning as they str







