AriaI wake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest as a sense of unease washes over me. The events of the previous day come rushing back - the confrontation with Callum, the weight of the prophecy bearing down on my shoulders.I dress quickly, my hands shaking as I fumble with the fastenings of my tunic. I need answers, need to find a way to unravel the tangled web of secrets and lies that surround my unborn child.But as I step out of my room, I find Elijah waiting for me. His expression is grim, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The air around him crackles with barely suppressed anger."We need to talk," he says, his voice low and controlled. "About your little visit to the dungeons."I freeze, my heart stuttering in my chest. How does he know? I thought I had been so careful, so discreet."Elijah, I can explain," I start, but he cuts me off with a sharp gesture."Explain what? How you went behind my back? How you put yourself and our child at risk by confronting that madm
AriaThe morning air is crisp and cold against my skin as I step out of the packhouse, a shiver running down my spine. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill, but it's not just the temperature that has me trembling. It's the knowledge of what's about to happen, the weight of the choice I'm about to make.Around me, the Silverfang pack assembles in silence, their faces grim and their eyes haunted. I can feel their tension, their anger, pulsing like a living thing in the air between us. They're gathered here to witness justice being served, to see the male who betrayed us all finally face the consequences of his actions.But as I watch Callum being led to the makeshift platform in the center of the clearing, his hands bound and his head bowed, all I feel is a sickening sense of dread. This isn't justice. This is vengeance, plain and simple. And no matter what he's done, no matter how much he's hurt me... I can't let it happen.I can't let them kill the father of my c
Aria I can't take it anymore. The whispers, the stares, the suffocating weight of their judgment pressing down on me from all sides. It's like I'm trapped in a cage of my own making, the bars forged from the twisted remnants of my once unshakable loyalty. I thought I could handle it. Thought I could weather the storm of their anger and betrayal, could hold my head high and stand firm in the face of their condemnation. But with every passing moment, every accusing glare and muttered curse, I feel myself crumbling. Fracturing into a million jagged pieces, sharp enough to cut me to the bone. I have to get out of here. Have to escape the stifling confines of the packhouse before I suffocate beneath the weight of my own guilt. So I do the only thing I can think of. I shift, letting my wolf burst free in a rush of fur and fang and desperate, primal need. And then I run. I don't know where I'm going, don't have any destination in mind beyond away. Away from the pain, the confusion, the
AriaThey roll across the forest floor in a blur of motion, claws and teeth flashing in the dappled sunlight. Blood spatters the leaves, the coppery scent of it thick and cloying in the air.I know I should do something, should throw myself between them and put an end to this madness before one of them winds up dead. But I can't seem to make myself move, can't seem to do anything but watch in mute horror as the two males I love most in this world try to tear each other apart.It's Callum who falters first, his weakened body no match for Elijah's savage strength. He stumbles, his flank laid open by a vicious swipe of claws, and Elijah presses his advantage with a snarl of triumph.And then his jaws are closing around Callum's throat, and the world seems to freeze in a single, crystalline moment of perfect, terrible clarity.I know in that instant that I am about to watch the father of my child die. That I am about to lose him forever, just when I had finally begun to hope that we might
AriaI'm frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at Elijah's battered face. His eyes are hazy, clouded with pain and confusion, and I can see the questions burning in their depths."Aria," he croaks, his voice rough and broken. "What... what happened?"I swallow hard, my mind racing as I try to find the words. How can I possibly explain the horror of what just transpired? The madness in Callum's eyes, the cruel twist of his lips as he threatened to take everything from me?But even as I open my mouth to speak, a sudden realization hits me like a bolt of lightning. Elijah doesn't remember. The fight, the betrayal, the sickening crunch of bone and flesh... it's all lost to him, swallowed up by the haze of pain and exhaustion.And in that moment, I make a decision. A split-second choice that will change everything, that will set me on a path from which there may be no return.I take a deep breath, my voice trembling with feigned fear and distress as I begin to weave my tale."It
Aria I sit by Elijah's bedside, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. He looks so peaceful, so vulnerable, despite the bruises and bandages that mar his skin. A testament to the battles he's fought, the sacrifices he's made. For me. For our pack. For the future we've dreamed of building together. I should be happy. Should be thrilled by his proposal, by the promise of a life spent by his side. But all I feel is a sickening sense of dread, a fear of the secrets that threaten to tear my world apart. Because how can I say yes? How can I pledge myself to him, knowing what I've done? Knowing the lies I've told, the betrayals I've committed? As if sensing my turmoil, Elijah stirs, his eyes fluttering open. They're hazy with pain and exhaustion, but they brighten when they find mine. "Aria," he murmurs, his voice rough and ragged. "You're here." I force a smile to my face, taking his hand in mine. His skin is warm, his fingers strong and callused. The hands of a warrior, a prot
AriaI'm halfway to the door when I hear it. A soft, mocking laugh that sends a chill down my spine, freezing me in my tracks.I turn slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. And there she is. Soren, standing in the shadows, her arms crossed and her eyes glinting with a calculating light."Going somewhere, Aria?" she asks, her voice dripping with false sweetness.I swallow hard, trying to force down the panic that rises in my throat. "Soren," I say, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. "What are you doing here?"She steps forward, her lips curving in a cruel smile. "I could ask you the same thing," she says, her tone light and mocking. "Did you really think you could just run away? Did you think no one would notice, that no one would care?"I feel a flicker of anger beneath the fear, a spark of defiance that refuses to be snuffed out. "I don't know what you're talking about," I say, lifting my chin. "I'm not running away. I'm just... I have to..."But Soren cuts
Elijah I sit at my desk, my mind lost in thoughts of Aria and the future I so desperately want to build with her. It's been days since I proposed, days since I laid my heart at her feet and asked her to be mine forever. But she hasn't given me an answer. Hasn't said the words I long to hear, the words that would make all my dreams come true. I know she's been through a lot. Know that the events of the past few weeks have taken their toll on her, body and soul. But I also know that what we have is real, that the love that burns between us is strong enough to weather any storm. At least, I hope it is. I shake my head, trying to dispel the doubts that creep in like shadows. I can't let myself dwell on the negative, can't let myself imagine a future without Aria by my side. So I send for her, my heart racing with anticipation as I wait for her to arrive. I need to see her, need to look into her eyes and know that she feels the same way I do. A knock at the door startles me from my t