🔹THORNE
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Ivanna stepped into my office and sat opposite .
I wasted no ti.
"You crossed a line, Ivanna."
Her eyes t mine—hazel darkened with hurt. "Now that we are alone," she said quietly, "you no longer prefer to call by my title?"
Silence stretched between us, thick and unforgiving.
"I wish I could erase all of it," she continued, her voice unsteady. "The scars. The mories. The battles we fought side by side. Maybe then your dismissal would not shatter my heart into fragnts." Her breath hitched. "I don’t recognize the boy I used to play with before our pack was reduced to ashes. I don’t recognize the man I helped build this clan with from what remained."
Against the incessant pulsing bond at the base of my chest—where my ribs t my stomach—a tide of guilt surged, born of mories I had buried but never killed.
"We were promised to wed," she said softly, "before we even knew what bonds and marks ant."
I exhaled slowly.
"What I said," she began, forcing the words past the iron in my throat, "was cruel. Mocking another woman’s pain—no matter the circumstance—was callous. I should not have spoken that way. And for that, I am sorry."
The apology tasted thin. Insufficient.
Ivanna’s fingers twitched.
Then she stood.
In two strides she was before , her hand closing around mine—tight, desperate, trembling. Her face fell into shadow, agony carving itself into every line.
"If you leave ," she whispered, voice breaking at last, "if you bind yourself to her—to the daughter of the woman who destroyed everything we loved, everything we knew—"
Her grip tightened.
"Then you will never see your High Delta again."
The words landed like a blade between my ribs.
"I hope," she went on, her voice raw now, unguarded, "that when the ti cos—when the moon shines its silver light on the dead—you can look your mother in the eye."
My chest constricted.
"And tell her," Ivanna finished, tears spilling freely now, "that you chose a Nocturne over the woman who built this life with you."
Her hand slipped from mine.
The room felt colder without her touch.
And for the first ti since the North Clan rose from ash and blood, I wondered if loyalty could wound as deeply as betrayal.
For the first ti, even Umbra was quiet.
The silence shattered with a knock—sharp, urgent.
The door opened before I could answer.
A Gamma stepped inside, breathless, eyes wide with sothing that wasn’t fear so much as reverence.
"High Alpha," he said, bowing quickly, "the wolves—"
My head snapped up. "What wolves?"
"All of them," he replied hoarsely. "Forest packs. Lone beasts. And the other animals too. Deer. Ravens. Even the night-cats and a damn bear."
A chill slid down my spine.
"They’ve returned," he finished. "They’re circling the outer periter."
I was already moving.
Ivanna followed, her expression shuttered, unreadable.
Outside, the night had thickened—in the distance I could catch the eerie glow of the red mist at the edge of our territory, the forest holding its breath. Shapes erged at the edge of the clearing. Wolves, dozens of them, standing shoulder to shoulder. Eyes glinting gold, amber, silver. Beyond them, silhouettes of antlered heads, wings perched in the trees, shadows that breathed.
They weren’t attacking.
They were waiting.
"She isn’t hurt," I muttered. "So why would they co?"
I stepped closer.
That was when one of the wolves broke formation.
It was massive. Black-furred, scar-laced, its gaze steady as it padded forward. Sothing dragged behind it, clenched gently in its jaws.
Fabric.
The wolf dropped it at my feet.
A cloak.
Large. Black. Threadbare at the hem.
The scent hit like a blow.
Zeta Kael.
My breath stalled. "Where did you find this?"
The wolf only stared at , unblinking, then stepped back into the circle.
Ivanna’s voice ca low behind . "That may be what Kael was wearing when he was abducted." She did not need to get close to know it was his.
But I had never seen him wear a black cloak.
A shiver rippled through the animals, a collective unease.
From the shadows near the treeline, the crone’s voice rasped, thin and knowing. "Or," she murmured, "they have co to show us sothing."
My jaw tightened. "What could that be?"
Her milky gaze lifted to . "That," she said softly, "is the question."
Before I could respond, a figure stepped forward sharply.
"Mother," Ivanna protested.
Ivanka stepped forward toward the animals. They responded by creating so distance.
"Send them back," she ordered the Gamma who called . "This is a provocation."
I turned. "What?"
She didn’t look at . Her eyes were fixed on the wolves, hard and accusing. "She’s doing this to sow discord. Flaunting arts not of the moon. Dark things. Old things. Althea is doing this." She hissed her na.
The air shifted as soon as her na was said.
A low growl rolled through the circle.
A unified warning.
Althea’s na triggered them.
The Gamma hesitated. "High Alpha—"
"Send them back," Ivanka snapped again. "Now."
Ivanka’s lip curled.
"You see?" she pressed, voice rising just enough to carry. "Look at them. Snarling at a na. As if she were so forest saint and not an abomination hiding behind borrowed magic."
The growl deepened.
Leaves trembled. Wings rustled.
"She poisons the wild," Ivanka continued, emboldened now. "Twists beasts to her will like a witch from old rot-tales. This—" she gestured sharply at the circle of animals, "—is proof of it. She is not of the moon. She is not of us."
"Ivanka," I warned. It was like she forgot my mother was a witch—or she preferred to.
She didn’t stop.
"She wears the skin of innocence while spreading corruption. She thinks herself untouchable because she beds a monster and hides behind—"
The ground shook, but it was not from the wolves.
From the left.
A massive shape tore free from the treeline with a roar that split the night—fur matted, eyes wild, claws tearing into earth and stone.
The bear.
It charged.
"Ivanka—MOVE!"
I stepped in front of her without thinking.
The impact was brutal.
Claws raked across my shoulder, flesh tearing, bone screaming as I was slamd back several feet. Pain detonated white-hot, my arm going numb as blood poured freely down my side.
The bear reared again.
I snarled, shadows ripping loose from my spine like living things.
They surged upward—towering, stretching, swallowing moonlight as my silhouette expanded far beyond my body. Umbra’s shadows roared back, a sound older than any language, laced with command.
The bear froze, its bravado shattering.
It whimpered, then turned and fled, crashing back into the forest, shadows snapping at its heels until it vanished into darkness.
The silence that fell was deafening, but it didn’t last long.
The birds left their perches and began to circle.
Ravens launched from the trees in a shrieking black wave, spiraling straight for Ivanka. Beaks snapped. Wings buffeted. Talons slashed the air inches from her face.
She scread.
Silver flashed as she shifted mid-step, wolf-form bursting free just in ti to evade the swarm. Even then, feathers tore loose, several birds striking her flank before veering away at my next command.
"Enough!"
My voice cracked through the clearing, shadow-laced and absolute.
The birds halted mid-air.
Every animal stilled.
"Back," I ordered. "All of you."
One by one, they retreated—wolves lting into the trees, deer turning as one, ravens lifting skyward in disciplined arcs. Even the forest seed to exhale as they withdrew, the clearing emptying until only blood, trampled earth, and silence remained.
I staggered.
Strong hands caught before I fell.
"Get him inside!" soone shouted.
As I was hauled toward the fortress, blood slicking the stones behind , I looked back once.
Ivanka stood rigid, half-shifted, eyes wide, her body giving way to tremors as she shifted back.
"The infirmary—" Ivanna’s voice cut through the haze of pain. "Let take you to the infirmary. If you heal yourself now, it’ll drain you completely. The energy cost—"
"Handle your mother," I bit out, pulling free from the hands supporting .
"Thorne—"
"Handle her," I repeated, sharper this ti. The pain was making my vision swim, my temper shorter than it had any right to be. "She nearly got herself killed. She provoked them. She—"
"She was defending you!" Ivanna’s voice rose, defensive now, protective. "She saw what that woman is doing to you, to this clan, and she—"
"She called Althea an abomination," I said flatly. "In front of creatures who worship her. What did she think would happen?"
Ivanna’s mouth opened, then closed.
"Your mother," I continued, each word clipped, asured, "needs to learn when to hold her tongue. Or next ti, I won’t be fast enough."
I turned and walked away, ignoring her protests, ignoring the concerned voices calling after .
My head felt like it was splitting open, pressure building behind my eyes until I could barely see straight. The wound across my shoulder scread with every step, blood soaking through fabric, dripping onto stone.
All I wanted was to collapse.
To sleep.
To make the pain stop.
"Let them look at it..." Nyx started, but I swatted her away like so fly, and she obliged with an annoyed sigh. "Well, suit yourself—"
"Fuck off," I hissed.
I shoved open the door to my chambers, ripped off the claustrophobic mask.
And froze.
I’d forgotten.
She was here.
Althea stood near the bed, silver hair damp and loose down her back, a towel in her hands as she wrung water from the ends. She’d bathed. The scent of soap and sothing floral—lavender? jasmine?—filled the room, clean and fresh and utterly distracting.
It was my soap—she used my soap.
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