I wake up with something warm resting on me. I turn over to see the toned muscles of the very wolf I just mated with the previous night.

  I smile.

  Placing a delicate hand on his face, I stroke his jaw. He stirs but doesn’t move or open his eyes. Only moves closer.

  His scent wraps around me like a second skin—earthy, grounding. Comforting in a way I never thought I’d let myself feel.

  But the morning creeps in through the curtains, and reality waits beyond the safety of these sheets.

  Careful not to wake him, I slowly peel myself away from his warmth. The second my feet touch the ground, a sharp jolt runs up my legs.

  I try to stand.

  I wobble.

  Then fall.

  Not hard, just a quiet, clumsy collapse to the floor. I wince as my hands catch me. My body protests, sore in ways I didn’t know it could be.

  Heat rises to my face, even though no one’s watching.

  “Seriously?” I whisper to myself, rolling onto my side with a shaky breath.

  Remembering the shirt I grabbed on the way down—one of his—I feel it as it bunches awkwardly in my hands. I tug it on, more for comfort than modesty, then force myself upright, gripping the edge of the bed for balance.

  Everything aches. Not painfully… just deeply.

  I glance back at Apolloh. He hasn’t stirred.

  Thank the moon.

  I move slowly toward the washroom, each step stiff and uncertain. I need to clean up. Wash away the remnants of the night, the memories still clinging to my skin—not because I regret them, but because I want to start this day new.

  Alone, I fill the tub. The steam rises in lazy swirls as I sink into the hot water with a quiet hiss. Muscles loosen. Mind races.

  And still, even here, I feel him. His touch. His presence. The bond hums quietly beneath my skin.

  The water wraps around me like a blanket, coaxing the tension from my sore limbs. I sink deeper, letting it reach my shoulders, and close my eyes.

  For a moment, there’s only silence.

  Then memory.

  The press of his hands. The way he whispered my name like it meant something. The fire and tenderness tangled together in every breath we shared.

  I touch my lips without thinking. They still feel bruised, claimed.

  My cheeks heat again, and I duck a little lower into the water as if I can hide from the thoughts.

  It wasn’t just physical.

  That’s what unsettles me the most.

  A soft knock interrupts the quiet.

  I tense, startled.

  “Laika?” Kira’s voice comes through the door, gentle, hesitant. “Um… you okay?”

  There’s a pause. I hesitate, then clear my throat.

  “Yeah. Just… in the bath.”

  There’s the faint creak of the door opening, then a curious silence as Kira takes in the heat curling out into the room. I hear her step inside.

  “Oh,” she says, a little sheepishly. “It’s like a sauna in here…”

  She edges closer, her bare feet making soft taps against the stone floor. “Do you, uh… need help? I mean—not that you can’t bathe on your own! Just—um—you know, sometimes it’s nice to have help. Especially if… if you’re sore?” Her voice rises slightly at the end, like she’s trying not to sound too nosy.

  I glance up at her, brows raised.

  Her face flushes immediately. “Not that I’m assuming anything happened! I mean—I know something happened, but I don’t know know—ugh.”

  Despite myself, I smile. “Kira,” I say, cutting off her spiraling. “Yes. Help would be nice.”

  Her eyes widen a little, but she softens, visibly relieved. “Okay. Yeah. I can do that.”

  She pulls up a stool beside the tub and rolls up her sleeves like she’s about to scrub down a battle-hardened warrior.

  And maybe, in a way, she is.

  The warmth wraps around me, easing the tension in my sore muscles. I let my eyes flutter closed, trying to focus on the calm rather than the whirlwind of emotions still spinning inside me.

  Kira doesn’t say anything at first. She simply hovers near the edge of the tub, an awkward energy in the room that both of us are aware of but neither wants to acknowledge directly. I lean back, letting my head rest, trying to push aside everything that happened earlier.

  A few moments of quiet stretch out, heavy but not unpleasant. I almost forget she’s there, my thoughts wandering to the way Apolloh’s warmth had filled every inch of me the night before, how close I felt to him, the bond tightening with every beat of my heart.

  I break the silence first, my voice soft. “You can sit down, you know.”

  Kira hesitates, and for a split second, I think she might just stay standing. But then she slowly lowers herself onto the stool, careful not to disturb the space between us.

  Her hands twitch in her lap. “So… uh… is everything okay? I mean, you must be feeling a lot after… you know.” She winces as she realizes what she’s said, her cheeks flushing bright red.

  I can’t help but smile. “You heard?”

  She lets out a breath, her hands moving nervously. “Everyone did, Laika. It’s, uh… kind of hard not to when the walls are so thin.” Her voice drops a little lower. “But, you know, it’s fine. Really.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her. “Fine?”

  Her eyes flicker to mine for a second before darting away. “Yeah… It’s… really nothing to worry about. Just, uh, yeah.” She clears her throat, trying to redirect. “Anyway, the weather’s nice today. Maybe we can go for a walk later? If you feel up to it, I mean.”

  I nod slightly, grateful for the change in subject. “That sounds nice.”

  Kira gives a little sigh of relief, happy to steer the conversation into safer territory. “Great! It’s just—uh, it’s just that I thought you might want to get out of here for a bit.”

  Kira stands up a little more confidently now, ready to help however she can. Her hands fidget with the hem of her sleeve, but there’s a softness in her expression. She clearly wants to make sure I’m okay.

  “You want me to help you get dressed, or—?” she trails off, offering the suggestion hesitantly, as if reading my body language for any sign that I might want privacy.

  I look up at her, still catching my breath after everything. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m quite ready to move on my own just yet.”

  She nods quickly, almost a little too eager. “Right, of course. I’ll grab your clothes.”

  I stay in the bath for a few moments longer, my mind still reeling, before she returns with a bundle of clothes in hand. She sets them down on the stool and starts to turn away, clearly respecting my space.

  “You know,” she says over her shoulder, voice quieter now, “I’ve never been good at this stuff. Helping people, I mean. So… if I make it weird, just—just tell me.”

  I chuckle softly, leaning back a little. “I think you’re doing just fine.”

  She glances back at me, her expression a little more relaxed now, even if she’s still nervous. “Okay. Well, if you need anything, just—just let me know. I’ll, uh, just wait outside. When you’re ready.”

  I nod, appreciating the space. “Thanks, Kira.”

  After she steps out, I slowly rise from the tub, careful not to wobble like earlier. The soreness in my muscles lingers, but the lingering warmth from the water helps.

  I pull on the clothes she set out—comfortable, but not too much. No need for anything fancy today.

  As I step out, Kira’s already waiting by the door, her nervous energy back but softened by the quiet. “Feeling better?” she asks, eyes scanning me as though gauging how I’m holding up.

  I take a steadying breath. “A little. Still a lot to process, but… I’ll get there.”

  She gives me a tentative smile, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Well, I’m here if you need anything. Anytime.”

  I nod, thankful for her quiet support. “Thanks, Kira. Let’s take that walk you mentioned.”

  ~~~

  After I get dressed, Kira and I step outside. The fresh air hits me like a wave, cool against my skin, and the soreness in my limbs begins to fade as I stretch, taking a deep breath. The pack’s camp is alive with the sounds of the morning: soft conversations, the occasional bark of a wolf, and the rustle of tent flaps being opened and closed.

  Kira falls into step beside me, her presence a quiet comfort, and we begin our walk.

  “Don’t worry,” Kira says with a grin, “everyone’s friendly enough. Just… don’t let the awkwardness get to you. They won’t bite.”

  I snort, the first laugh I’ve had today, and it feels good to let it out. “I didn’t think they would.”

  As we pass, pack members glance up at us. Most offer smiles or small nods, acknowledging me but not invading my space. Still, their curiosity is clear. Some of them, especially the older wolves, have no hesitation, greeting me with knowing smiles.

  “Good morning, Laika!” one of the older females calls out, her silver hair catching the light. She’s sitting by a small fire, tending to a pot of something steaming. “Feeling better?”

  I nod, smiling back. “A little sore, but I’ll survive.”

  She winks. “You’ll get used to it.”

  Kira huffs out a little laugh, nudging me with her elbow. “See? I told you they’re all really nice.”

  We continue walking, Kira showing me more of the camp as we go. A large, intricately woven tent stands near the center, where most of the pack seems to gather. From the outside, it looks like a simple shelter, but the inside is far more than just a place to sleep. There are tables, chairs, and a communal area, the heart of the pack’s day-to-day life.

  As we near the edge of the camp, I see a few small groups gathered around, talking quietly, laughing, or just going about their work. There’s a pair of wolves sitting by the cooking fire, sharing a meal, and a few others practicing forms nearby—taught by an older male with a no-nonsense demeanor.

  Eventually, we come upon something unexpected.

  A group of pups, their fur fluffy and dark, are playing near the edge of the camp. They run around in circles, yelping and laughing as they chase one another, their voices high-pitched and full of energy.

  Two she-wolves are nearby, keeping watch over them, their eyes sharp but filled with affection. One of them, a tall wolf with short, sharp features, smiles as she watches the pups, while the other, more gently round, holds a bundle of supplies.

  “They’re so… full of life,” I murmur, watching the pups dart past, barely able to keep up with their energy.

  Kira nods, her voice soft. “They are. That’s Solya and Daria. They run the orphanage here. They take care of all the pups whose parents didn’t make it, or who were abandoned, or just don’t have anyone else.”

  I watch as one of the pups trips over his own feet and lands on his face, only to jump up with a burst of laughter. He’s too young to realize the danger, but the she-wolves are quick to check on him, making sure he’s all right before sending him back to join the others.

  “They’re amazing,” Kira continues. “Not everyone here is a fighter. Some are caregivers, healers, teachers. They all have their place.”

  I look at Kira, the words sinking in. This pack, despite everything I’ve seen so far, is more than just warriors. It’s a family.

  One of the pups, a little girl with soft silver fur, suddenly approaches us, a wide grin on her face. “You’re Luna Laika, right?” she asks, her voice full of excitement. “I heard you’re the new Alpha’s mate!”

  I blink, surprised by the title. “Luna Laika?” I repeat, momentarily caught off guard.

  Kira laughs softly beside me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I guess they’re picking up on things faster than we thought,” she says. “The pups have a way of making everything official, even when we’re not ready for it.”

  The little girl’s ears perk up with a sense of pride. “Yeah! Luna Laika, like the moon! It’s a big deal, right?”

  I feel a wave of heat rush to my cheeks, though I can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth. “I—uh, didn’t know that’s what I was being called already,” I admit, my voice a little uncertain.

  She giggles, clearly undeterred by my surprise. “It’s cool, right? You’re the Luna now!”

  I glance over at Kira, who shrugs with a grin. “It’s a sign of respect, Laika. The pups look up to you already, even if you don’t feel like it yet.”

  The little girl giggles again, not fazed in the least. “Are you going to play with us?”

  I look over at Kira, unsure. She gives me a soft smile. “Go ahead, Laika. They’ll love it.”

  I glance at Kira again, still feeling the small flicker of uncertainty. But when I see the playful grin on her face, something inside me loosens. I nod, taking a deep breath.

  “Alright, I’ll play,” I say, my voice carrying a mixture of amusement and hesitation.

  The little girl’s face lights up, and before I can react, she grabs my hand and tugs me toward the group of pups. “Yay! Come on, Luna Laika!” she exclaims, her excitement infectious.

  The other pups immediately stop what they’re doing, turning to look at me with wide, eager eyes. They surround me in an instant, chattering away with energy I can barely keep up with. A few of them tug at my sleeves, while others bounce on their feet, all eager for the game to start.

  One of the older pups, a boy with dark brown hair and bright yellow eyes, looks up at me and asks, “Do you know how to play hide and seek?” His tone is serious, as though I’m about to be tested.

  I raise an eyebrow, a little surprised by how quickly they’ve turned this into a challenge. “I think I can manage,” I reply, trying to match his energy. “But I’ll need a head start, won’t I?”

  A chorus of excited voices rises in agreement, and the pups immediately scatter to find their spots, shouting out warnings to each other as they go. “Don’t peek!” one of them calls, even though I haven’t started counting yet.

  Kira chuckles from the sidelines, arms crossed as she watches me. “Good luck,” she teases, her grin wide. “They’re fast.”

  I smile back at her, feeling a mix of nerves and exhilaration. There’s something about the way they play—pure, unfiltered joy—that makes me feel a little lighter, despite the lingering weight of everything I’ve been through.

  Taking a deep breath, I turn my back to the pups, using my hands to shield my eyes. “Alright, count to twenty, then you’re all mine!” I call over my shoulder.

  The sound of feet pounding against the dirt and excited whispers fill the air as the pups scramble to hide. I count aloud, the words feeling almost surreal in my mouth. For the first time in what feels like forever, I let myself simply be.

  By the time I reach twenty, I spin around, ready to start the search. I spot the first pup almost immediately—a little one with white hair, tucked behind a low bush. “Found you!” I call, pointing her out. The pup giggles and darts off, quickly vanishing back into the group.

  The game continues with laughter, shouts, and the occasional squeal as I find each pup in turn, one by one. The energy is contagious, and before long, I’m fully caught up in their world. For a few moments, I forget about everything else—the weight of being mated, the confusion, the fears—and just enjoy the simplicity of the game.

  When the game finally winds down, the pups are panting and out of breath, but their faces are glowing with happiness. I’m breathless, too, though it’s the good kind of exhaustion.

  “You’re the best!” one of the pups says, beaming up at me.

  “Yeah! Luna Laika’s awesome!” another chimes in, her voice full of admiration.

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  I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me at their words. It’s strange, this unexpected bond I’m forming with them. They don’t care about my past or the things I’ve gone through. They just see me as someone who can play with them, laugh with them.

  I glance over at Kira, who gives me a thumbs-up, clearly amused at how easily I’ve fallen into the game.

  “Good job, Laika,” she says, her voice light with teasing laced into it. “I didn’t know you were such a natural.”

  I chuckle, wiping a bit of dirt from my cheek. “Guess I needed a distraction,” I admit, though I feel a small spark of pride in their joy. “Maybe I’ll make this a regular thing.”

  The pups cheer at the idea, and I can’t help but laugh along with them. In this moment, I feel a little lighter, a little more like I belong here.

  ~~~

  As the last of the pups run off to continue their own games, I take a moment to catch my breath, still smiling at the joy I’ve just shared with them.

  I look up to find Apolloh walking toward me, his usual intense gaze softened by a bright smile. His presence commands attention, but in this moment, it’s the warmth of his expression that stands out most.

  “You did well,” he says, his voice steady, but with a noticeable edge of admiration. “I’ve never seen you so… light.”

  I blink, caught off guard by his comment. My face warms. “I… wasn’t sure how I’d handle it,” I admit, brushing some stray hair behind my ear. “But they made it easy. They’re just… so carefree.”

  Apolloh steps closer, his eyes glinting with something I can’t quite place. “I could see that. You were different with them. You have a way with them.”

  I feel my cheeks heat under his gaze, his words striking me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to be a ‘natural,’” I mutter, feeling suddenly shy.

  His smile widens, and there’s something gentle in it that makes my heart flutter, just a little. “You shouldn’t be so surprised, Laika. It’s who you are.”

  I swallow, unsure how to respond. The way he looks at me, the way his words seem to carry so much weight, is almost overwhelming.

  “They look up to you,” he adds, his voice quieter now, as if the sentiment is something personal. “They sense something in you. Something good.”

  I glance away, embarrassed but also touched. “I don’t know about that…”

  Apolloh reaches out, gently brushing his fingers across my arm, and I feel the warmth of his touch travel through me. “You’re more than you think you are.”

  I bite my lip, trying to hold back the smile threatening to form. “Well… I still have a lot to learn.”

  Apolloh chuckles, his voice low and smooth. “You’ll get there. You’ve got the heart for it.”

  There’s a long moment of quiet between us, and I can feel the weight of his words settling in my chest. He’s right, in a way. Maybe I do have something in me that they see, something I haven’t fully discovered yet.

  I look up at him, meeting his gaze. “Thanks.”

  He nods, the smile still lingering on his lips. “You’re welcome.”

  As the conversation between Apolloh and me settles, Kira walks forward, her eyes bright with amusement. She had been standing off to the side, clearly enjoying the interaction between us.

  “You really have a way with them, Laika,” she says with a teasing grin. “I was half-worried you’d scare them off, but they seemed to love you.”

  I blush at her words, glancing down at my hands, feeling a little self-conscious. “I wasn’t sure how it would go,” I admit, looking back up at her. “But they’re easy to get along with.”

  Kira chuckles and nudges me playfully with her elbow. “You’re definitely a natural. I think the pups were more excited about you than they were about the game.” She glances at Apolloh with a teasing smile. “Maybe you should start thinking about a career as a professional pup-sitter.”

  I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. “That’s not going to happen. I’d probably get them all dirty or something.”

  “Eh,” Kira shrugs, “I think they’d be fine. And it’s good for them to have someone like you around.”

  Her words make me feel warmer, like maybe I’m not just fitting in with the pack—I’m becoming a part of it. I glance at Apolloh, who’s watching the exchange with a quiet smile of his own, and something in my chest tightens.

  “Thanks, both of you,” I say softly, my voice full of gratitude. “I… I didn’t think I’d be able to connect with them so easily.”

  Apolloh steps closer, his gaze steady. “You’re more connected than you realize.”

  Kira gives me a wink before turning to Apolloh. “You’ve been a little quiet,” she observes, her tone teasing. “You sure you’re not just jealous of the attention Laika’s getting from the pups?”

  Apolloh raises an eyebrow, a hint of humor in his voice as he responds, “Hardly.” But there’s something in his eyes that makes me wonder if there’s more to his words than he’s letting on.

  Kira laughs, clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Well, I think she deserves the praise. Laika’s a natural leader. We might have a new Luna on our hands before we know it.”

  I feel a jolt at the word, my cheeks flushing. “Luna?” I repeat, glancing at Kira in surprise.

  Kira shrugs, the teasing grin never leaving her face. “Hey, it’s not too far-fetched. You’ve already got the pups looking up to you.”

  The word hangs in the air, and I can’t help the flutter in my chest at the thought. Luna. It’s a title that comes with so much responsibility, so much weight. I can’t help but wonder if it’s really something I could ever be.

  But Apolloh’s steady gaze meets mine, and in that moment, I feel a flicker of something—maybe hope. Maybe faith in myself.

  “Let’s not rush that just yet,” I say, shaking my head with a light laugh. But there’s a small part of me, deep down, that wonders if Kira might be right.

  ~~~

  The day drifts on with ease, the warmth of the sun beginning to fade as the evening settles in. The pack members continue their routines, and I feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere—like a moment of peace is settling over the camp.

  Apolloh is standing nearby, his usual stoic demeanor still there, but there’s a gentleness to him now that wasn’t there before. I notice it, and for the first time, I feel a little more at ease around him.

  “We’ve been here a while now,” he says, his voice low, but there’s an underlying warmth to it. “I think it’s safe to say you’re fitting in, Laika.” He glances at me with a slight smirk. “Though, you should know, I’m not as young as I look. Thirty years can wear on a man, especially with the weight of responsibility.”

  I blink, surprised by his words. I never asked about his age, but hearing it now, it gives me a different perspective. “You don’t look that old,” I say honestly, a small smile tugging at my lips. “I always thought Alphas were a little older, though.”

  He laughs softly, and it’s a sound I’ve rarely heard from him. “Maybe. But you’re right, I’m still fairly young compared to some Alphas. But age doesn’t matter as much as experience, and I’ve learned a lot in the years I’ve had.”

  I pause, my thoughts drifting for a moment. “I’m nineteen,” I say quietly, almost to myself, surprised by the admission. “I didn’t realize how young I was until… well, until recently.”

  There’s a brief silence between us, the air thick with understanding. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze softening when he looks at me. “I thought you might be younger,” he says. “But you’re strong, Laika. Stronger than you know.”

  I smile, but even his words can’t fully ease the uncertainty inside me. “I don’t always feel that way.”

  “Well, you are,” Apolloh responds, his voice steady and reassuring. “You’ve got a lot of strength inside you, even if you don’t see it yet.”

  ~~~

  The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the camp. I was standing near the edge of the clearing, lost in thought, when I saw Kira approaching from the direction of the Alpha’s tent. She looked… different—tense, as though she was carrying something heavy.

  I watched her for a moment before she came closer, her pace slow but deliberate. She was holding a piece of parchment, sealed tightly, and her gaze never left the ground. Something about the way she moved made the pit in my stomach grow heavier.

  Kira reached me without saying a word, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she handed me the letter. I could see the weight of it in her expression before I even touched it.

  “It came from the Alpha’s tent,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s for Apolloh… but I think you should see it first.”

  I took the letter from her, the seal glinting in the fading sunlight, but something about the way Kira had spoken made my hands tremble slightly. She was never one to be easily shaken, but the way she was acting now told me that this was serious.

  “Where did you get this?” I asked, my voice low.

  “I… found it near the fire pit,” she said, her eyes not meeting mine. “It was just left there, almost like it was meant to be found.”

  My heart skipped a beat. The situation was getting stranger by the moment.

  I broke the seal and unfolded the letter. The words on the page were sharp, direct, and unsettling.

  ?

  Apolloh,

  You are requested to meet with me at once. I have urgent matters to discuss, and they cannot be delayed. You will come alone, or the consequences will fall on your pack.

  As for your position as Alpha, consider this a warning. My plans are set in motion, and they will not wait for your approval.

  Do not keep me waiting.

  —Xenon

  ?

  The letter fell from my hands, my heart racing as the last words echoed in my mind. There was no pretense here, no attempt to soften the message. This wasn’t a polite request—it was a direct threat.

  “A threat,” I murmured, my voice tight. “He’s threatening Apolloh’s pack. And Apolloh alone.”

  Kira nodded, her eyes grim. “It’s not just a meeting. He’s making demands. He wants something from Apolloh—and if he doesn’t get it, he’s willing to take more drastic steps.”

  I felt a chill crawl down my spine. I didn’t know Apolloh’s brother or the history between them, but the tone of this letter was clear. Xenon was dangerous. He was no stranger to threats.

  Kira placed a hand on my shoulder, her grip firm. “Apolloh will handle it. But it won’t be easy.”

  “I don’t like this,” I said quietly. “It feels like a trap.”

  “It probably is,” Kira replied. “But Apolloh’s strong. He won’t let this go without a fight.”

  ~~~

  I walked quickly, heart pounding in my chest. The letter felt heavier than before, like the weight of everything it represented was sinking in. The camp, though bustling and filled with the usual activity, felt distant, as if I were walking through a haze.

  Kira stayed at my side, her face tight with worry, but I could tell she wasn’t going to stop me from delivering the letter. When we reached Apolloh’s tent, we slowed our pace. The sounds of the Pack preparing to move echoed all around us. Tents were being dismantled, essential supplies were being gathered, and the usual calm of the camp was replaced with an undercurrent of urgency. The threat from Xenon had everyone on edge, and it was clear the Pack was making plans to relocate to a more secure location.

  I gave Kira a quick look before stepping inside Apolloh’s tent.

  He was sitting at the table, eyes scanning a map spread before him, his brow furrowed in concentration. But when I entered, his gaze snapped up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he masked it.

  “You have something for me?” he asked, his voice calm but with an edge.

  I handed him the letter, watching as he took it from me with a steady hand. His expression didn’t shift as he broke the seal, but I saw the briefest flicker of tension in his eyes as he read the words. After a few moments, he set the letter down on the table, his eyes lingering on it for a moment longer before he looked up at me.

  “So, he wants me to come alone,” Apolloh murmured, his tone colder than I had ever heard it. “Xenon always was fond of his threats.”

  The silence stretched between us, and I could hear the sounds of the Pack continuing to prepare. The men and women of the Pack were packing up their belongings with quiet efficiency, gathering the things they would need for the journey ahead. The usual hustle and bustle of the camp had a sharper, more frantic edge today, as though everyone knew that something dangerous was coming.

  I swallowed hard, my voice shaking slightly. “Who is he? Your brother?”

  Apolloh didn’t immediately answer. He folded his hands together, resting them on the table as he leaned back in his chair. His gaze was distant for a moment before he spoke again. “He is… someone I would rather not deal with, but it looks like I have no choice. He’s been plotting something for a while now.”

  The weight of his words pressed down on me. The camp’s hurried preparations felt more real now. There was an underlying tension in the air, the kind that only came when the Pack was on the move. The threat wasn’t just coming—it was already here, and it had everyone scrambling to make sure they were ready for whatever came next.

  “You don’t have to go alone,” I said, my voice firm despite the flutter of fear in my chest. “We can help you. The Pack is strong, and you don’t need to put yourself at risk like this.”

  Apolloh’s eyes softened for a brief moment, but he shook his head, standing and walking toward the entrance of the tent. “I appreciate your concern, Laika. But this is something that only I can handle. Xenon wants me to come to him, and I will. For the sake of this Pack, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  He paused at the tent flap, the sounds of the Pack moving behind him. His voice was steady, but there was something darker in his gaze. “We’re leaving now. I’m not taking chances with this. We’re moving to a more secure location.”

  I felt the shift in the air. The movement around us wasn’t just a relocation—it was preparation for something worse. The Pack’s survival, Apolloh’s leadership, everything was at stake now.

  “I’m coming with you,” I said firmly, stepping forward.

  Apolloh turned back to me, his gaze intense. “You don’t have to.”

  “I’m not staying behind,” I replied, meeting his eyes. “We’re in this together, Apolloh. I’m not going to sit back while the rest of the Pack moves.”

  He studied me for a long moment, his jaw tightening, before he nodded slowly. “Alright. But stay close. This is no ordinary move.”

  Without another word, we stepped outside the tent. The air was filled with the low hum of activity as the Pack readied themselves for the journey. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me—the urgency, the danger lurking just beyond the horizon.

  The sound of wagons being packed and horses being saddled filled the air as the members of the Pack moved quickly and efficiently. I could see the tension in their faces, the quiet whispers of concern passed between them. The safety of their families, their future—everything was on the line.

  Kira joined us moments later, her face set with determination as she glanced around. “Ready?”

  I nodded, feeling the same fierce resolve burn in my chest. “We’ll move together.”

  As we moved deeper into the camp, I caught sight of the children and the caregivers who had been part of the Pack’s day-to-day. The pups, too, were being gathered, their tiny faces serious despite their innocence. The older wolves were guiding them toward the center of the camp where a large wagon awaited, ready to carry the most vulnerable to safety.

  The message was clear: we were not only moving camps, but we were preparing for something far worse than a simple relocation.

  And as I walked beside Apolloh, his presence a steady anchor in the chaos, I realized this wasn’t just about a threat anymore—it was about survival.

  ~~~

  The training area was filled with the low hum of quiet conversations and nervous energy as the Pack gathered. The usual sounds of sparring or practice were replaced with an air of urgency that settled over the entire group. Wolves, both older and younger, stood in clusters, speaking in hushed tones as they prepared for the journey ahead.

  I stood at the edge of the group, feeling the weight of the moment settle in my chest. The letter, the threat, the entire camp packing up and moving—it was all starting to hit me with a sense of finality I hadn’t anticipated.

  Apolloh’s commanding presence cut through the murmurs as he stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the Pack. He didn’t speak right away, his eyes meeting mine for a brief, steady moment. Then, his voice broke the silence, firm and clear.

  “Listen up, everyone,” he called, his tone carrying through the air. “We’re moving, but we’re not walking into this blindly. There’s a threat from within my family. My older sibling, Xenon, has made it clear that they intend to move against us. They’ve already made their first strike, and now, they want to meet with me.”

  A low murmur rippled through the Pack at his words, but Apolloh raised his hand to silence them.

  “We don’t have time for hesitation. The Pack will leave immediately for a more secure location,” he continued. “Take only what you need. Pack up your essentials—nothing more. Once everything’s ready, meet back here, in the training area. We will move as one.”

  The Pack shifted into action quickly, the familiar movements of the wolves now tinged with an underlying urgency. Members gathered their belongings with quiet efficiency, working together without the usual chatter. Tents were rolled up, weapons and supplies packed, and everything was organized for the journey ahead.

  I watched as they worked, still processing the gravity of what Apolloh had just revealed. My heart raced as I realized that this was no longer just a relocation—it was a response to a serious threat that could change everything for us.

  As I moved to gather my things, Kira was already at my side, her expression serious but reassuring.

  “You’re alright?” she asked, glancing over at me with a soft, concerned look.

  “I will be,” I said, though my voice was tight. “Just a lot happening at once.”

  She nodded and helped me grab what I needed. Once everything was packed, we made our way back to the training area. The Pack was already assembling, ready for what came next.

  Apolloh stood in the center, his figure commanding, yet there was a tension in his posture I hadn’t seen before. As I approached, his gaze found me again, and he gave me a small, almost imperceptible nod.

  “Good,” he said quietly. “Everyone’s packed. Now, we move out.”

  I stepped forward, my heart racing. The air around us seemed to shift as the Pack took their places, preparing for what was about to come.

  Then, without another word, Apolloh shifted. His form elongated, muscles rippling under his dark fur as he became the massive wolf I had seen in flashes before. His eyes, still the same intense golden hue, locked onto mine, and I swallowed hard.

  “You’re with me,” his voice echoed through the bond, deep and steady. “Get on my back when you’re ready.”

  I hesitated for only a moment, then, without a second thought, I moved to climb onto his back, my fingers brushing through the thick fur of his coat. As I settled into place, the air around me seemed to pulse with anticipation. His body was solid beneath me, every muscle coiled with power, ready to move.

  Apolloh’s ears flicked back as he stood tall, and with a powerful lunge, he moved forward. The Pack followed, each of them shifting into their wolf forms with swift grace. Their eyes—golden, amber, and silvery—flickered toward Apolloh and me as we led the way.

  We were no longer just a Pack—we were a force, heading toward an uncertain future. And as Apolloh carried me, his presence unwavering and strong, I could feel the weight of the journey ahead settle on my shoulders. But we were moving forward, together.

  ~~~

  The journey felt like it stretched on forever, even though I knew it had only been a few hours. The air around us was heavy with the scent of pine and earth as we navigated the dense forest, the only sounds being the steady beat of our paws on the forest floor and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Every now and then, I felt the shift of Apolloh’s muscles beneath me, his movements fluid and controlled as he led us through the terrain.

  The tension from earlier had begun to settle into my bones, replaced with an uncomfortable silence. The Pack moved as one, no words needed, but the weight of what we were heading toward hung in the air like a storm cloud.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we came to a halt before a towering mountain, its jagged edges piercing the sky. The sheer cliffs were surrounded by thick trees and low-hanging fog that clung to the peaks, masking whatever lay beyond. There was something foreboding about the place—a place that felt ancient and untouchable, like it had been waiting for us to arrive.

  Apolloh paused at the base of the mountain, his ears flicking back as he surveyed the surroundings. His golden eyes narrowed, and he moved forward, signaling the Pack to follow.

  We navigated a narrow path that wound its way around the base of the mountain, hidden by rocks and overgrown moss. The deeper we went, the more the mountain seemed to close in on us, the air growing cooler and thicker as the trees became sparse. The dense forest gave way to an open area with a small stream cutting through the land.

  At the farthest edge of the clearing, I saw it—an entrance that seemed almost seamless with the stone itself. The fortress was hidden within the mountain, its walls a combination of rock and ancient wood, blended so perfectly into the surroundings that it was nearly impossible to detect unless you knew where to look.

  Apolloh stopped once we reached the entrance. He glanced back at the Pack, his eyes scanning each of us as we gathered around.

  The Pack began shifting back into their human forms, each returning to their human shapes with fluid grace. I remained on Apolloh’s back, unable to follow suit. Without my wolf at my side, I was still stuck in my human form. It felt strange, the discomfort of being so exposed in this form, knowing that my wolf wasn’t there to protect me, but I said nothing. I had learned long ago to simply move forward.

  Apolloh was the last to shift. His transformation was smooth, his wolf form shrinking as he returned to his human self. His golden eyes remained sharp, his posture commanding, but there was something about him that was different—something heavier in his presence as he stood tall in the center of the room, waiting for everyone to settle.

  “This is it,” he said, his voice steady and sure, but there was something else in his eyes—a heaviness, like the weight of their past was buried in this place. “Everyone, inside. We’ll settle in and regroup.”

  One by one, the Pack moved forward, entering the fortress with quiet reverence. The interior was just as imposing, with walls made of stone that seemed to stretch up endlessly. The air was cool, but not cold, and the scent of earth and age filled my senses as I walked through the narrow hallways.

  Apolloh stopped once we were in a secure, open area. “Get some rest,” he added quietly. “We’ll be preparing for the next steps soon enough.”

  ~~~

  The Pack had already settled in when the last of the arrivals made their way to the entrance. The air seemed to hold its breath in anticipation as five figures emerged from the shadows, each one distinct in their presence.

  At the front was an elder woman, her long, silver hair cascading down her back. Her face was aged, but her eyes held a sharpness that made it clear she had seen far more than the rest of us combined. Her robes, deep purple and embroidered with ancient symbols, flowed behind her as she moved with purpose.

  Behind her were four others—three men and another woman. One of the men had thick, white hair and a beard braided down to his chest. His broad shoulders and imposing stature made him look like a mountain, unyielding and steadfast. Another man was much younger, though his eyes revealed wisdom beyond his years. The woman beside him had jet-black hair, and her sharp, calculating gaze swept over us with an air of quiet authority.

  As they approached, the Pack members straightened. Even Apolloh, who was usually composed, seemed to stand a little taller. The Elders had an air of unmatched authority among us. They were the final word on matters that mattered most—tradition, strategy, and survival.

  “Alpha Apolloh,” the silver-haired woman spoke first, her voice low but commanding. “We’ve received word of your arrival.” She took a moment to survey the area before her eyes flickered back to Apolloh. “How has the journey been?”

  Apolloh’s gaze softened only slightly, and he gave a single nod. “It’s been difficult, but we’re here. For now, we’re safe.”

  The rest of the Pack shifted uneasily at the mention of danger. The tension in the air was palpable, but the Elders seemed unfazed. Their presence alone was enough to calm any unease.

  One of the older men, the one with the braided beard, stepped forward. “We have our defenses here, but we must remain vigilant. The enemy is not far behind.”

  The others nodded solemnly, and even the younger Elder, who had been silent up until then, spoke. “It’s not just the enemy we need to worry about,” he said quietly. “There’s unrest in the Pack. We must address that.”

  Apolloh glanced at the ground for a moment before responding. “I know. We’ll deal with it.”

  The silver-haired Elder nodded, her expression unreadable. “Then, we prepare. There is much work to be done.”

  The room fell silent, the gravity of their words sinking in. The Pack had found refuge, but it wasn’t without cost. It was clear that what lay ahead would not be easy, and the Elders’ arrival was a reminder of that.

  With one final look, the Elders moved deeper into the fortress, leaving the Pack to settle in, knowing that the real challenges were just beginning.