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Chapter 1
Nysa POV
People say I was born cursed.
The daughter of a traitor Alpha.
The girl who survived the Nightfang massacre when stronger wolves didn’t.
The child Darius Fenwick should’ve killed and didn’t.
Silverstrike never lets me forget any of it.
I grew up on whispers. On pity disguised as kindness. On wolves lowering their voices when I walked past.
Poor Nysa.
The dead Alpha’s daughter.
The cursed girl with the white streak in her hair.
Like grief marked me permanent.
Thirteen years since Nightfang burned through our walls and Darius Fenwick put his claws through my father’s chest.
Thirteen years since Kaelen—his Beta—hauled me out of the smoke and told me to keep my eyes shut.
I didn’t.
Now my brother wears the Alpha mark of a pack everyone calls cursed.
Silverstrike rebuilt, but not the same. Half our wolves are gone—sold, killed, or too scared to come back. Ronan acts like the Council respects us again.
I let him pretend.
Someone has to.
Bonfires eat the sky, smoke rolling so thick it stings my eyes.
The Luna Moon Gathering always looks holy in stories—moonlight, drums, the Elders blessing the bloodlines. Up close it’s heat, sweat, and packs pretending to like each other for one night.
Myra elbows me, grinning like this is a party. “You’re supposed to look honored, Nys.”
“I’m honored that it’s almost over.”
She laughs, shaking her head, all bright and untouched. I wish I still had that kind of shine.
Ronan stands a few feet away, back straight, scanning the crowd like he’s guarding a throne instead of a fire pit.
He’s only twenty-eight but looks older—too many fights, too many losses. His hand twitches every time the Nightfang wolves move.
“Relax,” I mutter. “It’s neutral ground.”
“Neutral doesn’t mean safe,” he says without looking at me.
He’s right, but I won’t give him that.
Drums shift. The Elders start chanting, old words that taste like iron in the air. Every Luna of age steps forward; I feel Myra’s fingers brush mine as we line up around the fire.
Silver dust, ash, ritual—same as every year.
Only difference is tonight I’m the last of Silverstrike’s daughters. The one who has to prove the curse didn’t stick.
The Elder drags a line of ash across my palm. The world narrows. The heat hits hard—pulse, breath, everything. My chest tightens until I can’t breathe.
Nysa.
The voice curls through my head, low, calm, ancient.
Who—?
I am Lyssandra, it says. Your wolf.
Light surges under my skin, silver threading through my veins. Around me other girls drop to their knees, crying or laughing.
Myra’s shaking beside me. I should feel joy. All I feel is the weight of someone new inside my bones.
Then Lyssandra’s tone changes—rougher, fierce.
Mate.
The word hits like claws to the chest.
I nearly stumble.
Heat crashes through my body, sharp and sudden, settling low in my stomach before I can fight it. My wolf presses against my ribs like she’s trying to claw her way toward him.
Him.
My head turns before I can stop it.
Across the fire, standing with the Nightfang wolves, is Darius Fenwick.
Older now.
Bigger everywhere that mattered.
Broad shoulders stretch the dark fabric across his chest, sleeves shoved to his elbows, exposing scarred forearms thick with muscle.
Firelight cuts across the sharp lines of his face, across the faint scar near his mouth.
Power rolls off him without effort—quiet, brutal, the kind that doesn’t need to bare its teeth to make a room submit.
Same cold green eyes that looked down at my father’s body.
Only now they’re on me.
My pulse stutters.
He doesn’t move.
Doesn’t smile.
But the weight of his stare drags slowly over me anyway, possessive enough to make heat crawl beneath my skin.
The bond slams tighter.
I taste blood.
Lyssandra growls, low and sure.
Ours.
No.
Panic spikes fast and ugly.
His gaze finds mine across the flames. Flat, unreadable. Like he’s been waiting for this. Like he already knew.
He did.
Somehow, he did.
Myra’s whisper barely reaches me. “Nys? You’re glowing.”
Great. Fantastic. Glowing while my soul ties itself to the man who destroyed my family.
The drums thunder again. The Elders cheer. The crowd howls for the new Lunas. I stand still, smiling for show, heart beating like it wants out.
When it’s over, Ronan pulls me into a quick hug. “You did good, little sister.”
“Sure. Internal voices and spontaneous fireworks. Perfect night.”
He laughs, proud, blind. Myra’s still crying happy tears. No one notices Darius watching me as the crowd shifts and scatters.
Lyssandra whispers, softer now. He’s ours.
I stare through the smoke at the man who ended my father and feel the bond burn under my skin like a brand I can’t scrape off.
Every instinct in me screams to run.
The worse truth?
Some traitorous part of me wants to walk straight into the fire and see what happens when he touches me.
Not ours, I think fiercely. Never ours.
The lie tastes bitter.
But I hold onto it anyway.
Chapter 2
Darius POV
—Years before—
Mud up to my ankles. Blood in it too.
Nightfang moved around me in silence—trained, mean, waiting on my word.
Silverstrike’s border was ahead.
Tonight it falls.
Their Alpha thought he could keep selling wolves to vampires and witches and the Council would look away.
Silverstrike called it trade.
I called it slavery.
Tonight it ends.
“Beta, left flank,” I barked. Kaelen gave a quick nod and vanished into smoke.
Lightning split the sky. Burned fur hit my nose. I shifted on the move—bones cracking, claws tearing free. Used to hurt.
Now it just meant I was home.
The first guard came teeth-first.
I caught his throat and slammed him into the wall hard enough to crack stone. Another lunged from behind—bad choice. I spun, claws tearing across his chest.
Blood sprayed hot across my skin.
He dropped before he hit the mud.
Vorren growled deep in my skull, eager for violence.
He’s close.
I know.
We pushed deeper. Silverstrike wolves fought like they still had honor.
They didn’t. Not after what their Alpha did.
Nightfang came from the ones he sold and the ones who survived it.
That’s who we are—the unwanted, the feared, the wolves who bite back.
The Alpha’s den waited at the end of the hall. I kicked the doors open.
He stood there—broad, older, gold eyes, silver blade in hand like that’d help.
“Fenwick,” he sneered. “You come to play hero now?”
“I came to finish what you started.”
He lunged. Good.
We hit hard—claws, fists, blood. He was slower, soft from hiding behind the deals he made.
I was built on rage.
I caught his wrist, twisted till bone snapped, slammed him toward the firepit.
“You sold wolves,” I said. “Our kind. My kind.”
“Better them than the rest of us.”
“Wrong answer.”
I shifted mid-swing. Claws through chest, clean to the heart. He dropped.
Silence. The kind that follows every kill. The kind where the world stops to see what you’ve done. I never stop long.
Then the scent hit.
Not blood. Not smoke. Wildflowers, soft under the storm.
I turned. A little girl stood in the doorway—barefoot, drowning in a nightgown, maybe nine. Silver eyes bright even in the dark. Staring at the body on the floor.
Vorren slammed into me.
Mate.
No.
Ours.
The word ripped through my skull violent enough to make my chest tighten.
I turned.
A little girl stood in the doorway.
Too young.
Too fragile.
Barefoot. Drowning in a thin white nightgown stained gray with ash. Silver eyes wide beneath smoke-dark lashes.
And staring straight at me.
Not at the blood.
Me.
The scent clung, pure and wrong in a room full of death.
My wolf went vicious inside me.
Most pups cried at the sight of me.
She didn’t.
She should’ve been terrified.
Instead she stared at me like she was trying to memorize my face.
Vorren prowled against my ribs.
Mine.
No.
Absolutely fucking not.
She couldn’t be.
Not here. Not now.
Not the daughter of the man cooling at my feet.
Kaelen came in behind her, froze. “Alpha?”
“She’s his kid,” I said, voice rough. “Get her out. Feed her. Keep her away from this.”
“She’s—”
“Now, Kaelen.”
My tone cracked through the room hard enough to end the conversation.
He crouched carefully in front of her. Spoke softer than I’d ever heard him speak.
“Come on, pup.”
She hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then walked toward him with small quiet steps.
Vorren watched every movement.
Strong little thing.
“Not a word,” I muttered.
The wolf went quiet, but the pressure stayed lodged beneath my skin like a splinter.
At the door, she stopped.
Turned back.
Rain flashed silver through the windows behind her, catching the pale streak in her dark hair.
Those silver eyes locked onto mine again.
No fear.
That bothered me more than hatred would’ve.
Kaelen wrapped his cloak around her shoulders and led her outside.
Only when the door shut did I finally breathe again.
I looked down at the corpse on the floor.
Silverstrike’s Alpha. The trader of wolves.
Dead at last.
Nightfang would finally have its revenge, and every pack in the territories would remember what happened when you sold your own kind.
So why the hell could I still smell wildflowers?
Outside, rain hammered against the trucks.
Kaelen stood near the lead vehicle, the girl tucked inside his oversized cloak. The white streak in her soaked hair glowed against the dark fabric.
She looked up when I walked past.
Didn’t flinch.
Vorren’s voice dropped low and certain.
She knows you.
I didn’t answer.
Just climbed into the truck and slammed the door hard enough to shake the frame.
The engine roared to life beneath me.
But it didn’t drown out the scent.
Miles away from Silverstrike, I could still smell wildflowers clinging to my skin.
I’d killed her father.
So why did my wolf already sound like he’d die for her?
Chapter 3
Darius POV
The Luna Moon Gathering always reeked of pretense—wolves pretending peace, pretending they didn’t want to rip each other apart.
I stood with Nightfang on the far edge of the clearing, where the firelight hit the mud and died. Kaelen was on my left, bored as usual, spinning a dagger between his fingers while the drums thundered.
“Feels like a damn festival,” he muttered. “Half these packs would murder each other tomorrow.”
“They will,” I said.
He smirked. “You say that every year.”
Because it was true every year. I didn’t come here for celebration. I came because the Elders required it and because showing up reminded the others that Nightfang still ruled the Outskirts.
Vorren was restless in the back of my mind, pacing like a caged thing. She’s close.
Don’t start. I’d lived with that voice for nine years—nine years of feeling a bond no one else could sense. I’d buried it under discipline and command.
The drumming changed, slower, heavier. The crowd shifted. The young Lunas filed toward the main fire, all nervous smiles and white robes. And then I saw her.
She stepped into the light beside a blonde girl, head high despite the noise, hair brown with that single white streak that caught the fire. The same streak I’d seen years ago, tangled in blood and smoke.
My chest tightened.
Vorren’s growl rolled through me. Mate.
It wasn’t new. He’d whispered that word nine years ago, when she was a child. I’d spent every day since pretending it wasn’t real.
But tonight… the bond snapped awake. I felt it like a punch under the ribs—her scent slamming into me, sweet and wild, no longer the faint trace of a child but the full heat of a woman grown.
Mate, Vorren repeated, louder this time, a roar shaking through my head. Finally.
Quiet. I locked my jaw and forced my hands to stay loose at my sides.
Across the clearing, Kaelen noticed my shift in stance. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
The fire surged higher. The Elders began the chant, spreading silver dust across the girls’ palms. I couldn’t look away. She tilted her face toward the moon, eyes half closed, lips moving with the words. The air changed around her; it crackled.
Light bled under her skin—thin silver lines racing up her arms. The crowd gasped. Some took a step back. A few whispered “witch” under their breath.
She didn’t notice. She stood there glowing like moonlight had chosen her alone.
Kaelen muttered, “That’s new. You seeing this?”
“I see it.”
“You think she’s—”
“She’s nothing you need to worry about.” My voice came out too flat, too controlled. He didn’t push.
Vorren’s presence pressed harder. Look at her.
I already was. Every curve, every inch of her screamed danger. The little girl I’d once spared was gone; this woman was a challenge carved in flesh.
When her head turned toward me, the noise vanished. Drums, chants, wolves—all gone. Just her eyes locking on mine across the fire. Silver, bright, angry, and for the briefest moment, confused.
She’d felt it. The bond.
Vorren rumbled, satisfied. She knows.
I kept my expression still, the way I’d learned to in battle. But inside, everything twisted. For nine years I’d carried this alone, kept my distance, convinced myself she’d never feel it. Now the gods had a cruel sense of humor.
Kaelen nudged me again. “Why’s the Silverstrike girl staring at you like that?”
I didn’t answer.
When the chant ended, the cheering started. The girls were surrounded by family, the air thick with joy and tears. She didn’t move, though. She was still staring at me, that silver light fading beneath her skin.
I could almost hear what she was thinking—the same disbelief I’d had years ago. The same hatred.
She’ll tell him, Vorren warned. Her brother will know.
Let him. My gaze slid to Ronan Silverstrike standing a few yards from her, his hand on her shoulder, protective and blind. If he knew what I was thinking, he’d rip his own throat out before letting me near her.
But he didn’t know. Not yet.
The crowd began to break apart. Kaelen leaned close. “Whatever that was, boss, you might want to—”
“Drop it.”
He shrugged, slipping back toward the pack.
I stayed a moment longer, watching her laugh at something her friend said, though her smile didn’t reach her eyes. When she glanced back at me again, I let her see nothing—no anger, no shock, just the recognition I couldn’t hide.
She’d looked like sin standing in that light, and I knew then I was finished.
Vorren’s voice dropped to a low growl that felt more like a promise. Nine years. No more waiting.
I turned away from the fire before anyone else could see what was written all over my face.
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