Silas's breath hitched.

The word still vibrated between us, a fragile and provocative word. I was frozen, and my fingers looped back down to my palm ..maybe it was still there if I just held on tight enough.

"I can see," he added, this time loudly.

Then it vanished.

His shoulders stiffened. His jaw locked. He blinked once - twice, and whatever he just saw vanished like a puff of smoke.

His eyes filled with darkness again.

He reached out and restrained me by the wrist.

"What did you do?" His voice was sharp now, no tremor left. "Do not lie to me."

Pain flared where his fingers dug in, but I didn't pull away.

"I swear, Alpha, I don't understand it either," I said. "When I touched you, something...something opened."

His grip tightened.

"You touched me without permission."

"I was stopping you from falling."

Silence pressed down on us. The hall seemed smaller, the shadows denser. A door banged in the distance. Boots echoed. Life went on, oblivious to the impossible thing that had just occurred.

Silas dropped me so fast I did not even hit the ground, as if he could barely hold me above it, stepping back like I was on fire.

"Leave," he said.

I bowed my head. "Yes, Alpha."

"Not into the servant quarters," he added. "You stay."

My head snapped up.

He turned his back to me, standing rigidly straight and gripping his cane in a white-knuckled hold.

Then it is dangerous, he said to himself, in case what you have done was real. And if it was a trick-"

"It wasn't," I said.

He faced me slowly.

"Then you will prove it," he said. And in case you are lying, I will cut your tongue.

I swallowed. "I understand."

He took one step toward me. Then another.

"Touch me again," he said.

My heart crashed against my ribs.

"Now."

I hesitated only a second. Then I lifted my hand.

My hand touched his garment.

Nothing.

Fear crept up my spine.

"Closer," he said.

I leaned over until my breath landed on his chest. I touched his skin with my palm slowly and carefully.

The bond flared.

Light flooded my mind.

The hall leaped into clear focus, stone walls, flickering torches, and the slight crack in the ceiling above us. In a polished shield in the room I had a glimpse of myself. Pale. Wide-eyed.

And through it all, I felt him.

His tension. His anger. His sorrow--ancient and profound, as a bleeding wound.

Silas sucked in a breath.

Do not move, he said in a low shaken voice.

He put up his hand gradually as though he was in fear that the world would shatter were he to move too swiftly.

"What do you see?" he asked.

On your right there is a torch, I said. "Your cane is near your foot. Your banner in the background is ragged at the corner.

His throat bobbed.

"Guide me."

I moved away but retained my hand on him.

"One step forward," I said. "Now left."

He moved...Perfectly.

One step became more and more certain. His shoulders eased. His breathing slowed.

It was the first time I had seen him look alive since I saw him.

Then I felt it.

A sharp pull in my chest.

The vision flickered.

I gasped and stumbled back. The hall disappeared in my overmind like a blown candle.

Silas froze.

"No," he said. "Bring it back."

"I can't," I whispered. My knees weakened. "It hurts."

He stood there breathing hard, again gazing into the darkness.

As he turned to me his face was again closed. Cold Alpha.

"You will tell no one," he said.

I nodded quickly.

Should the council know of this they will tear you to pieces to make use of what you can do, he added. and should my foes know it (they will kill thee to make me blind for ever).

A chill ran through me.

You will go to my apartments every night, he said. "In secret. You will be my eyes."

My heart skipped.

"And in public?" I asked quietly.

His mouth twisted in a sadistic manner.

"In public, you are nothing."

The following days were lost in some muted form of torture.

By morning I was back to the service.

I cleaned the floors and nobles went past me without even looking at me. I was taking trays and warriors whispered and laughed at my back.

One of them muttered something behind me, "Rejected mate."

I kept my head down.

But at night...

By night I stood by the Blind Alpha and gave him the world.

We ran along secret passages and unhearing rooms. I talked about maps, faces, weapons. He was a good listener, and he would listen keenly and pose questions, correct me where I erred.

One night he said to me: You are nervous.

I stiffened. "I'm not."

You are breathing too quick, he answered. "Slow down."

I did...our hands brushed.

The connection throbbed, regular now as a mutual pulse.

"You don't fear me," he said.

"I should," I replied.

"But you don't."

I didn't answer.

One night, he laughed.

The sound startled both of us.

I froze. He went still.

"What?" I asked.

I did not remember what it was like, he thought.

Something in my chest ached.

Then something out of the ordinary occurred.

An alarm horn broke the air in one of the council meetings.

Silas drew himself rigidly by the table.

"Assassins," someone shouted.

Steel rang. Chaos exploded.

Warriors rushed over me as I was pushed to the floor. Fear clawed at my throat.

Silas stood alone....Blind.

Exposed.

I ran up to him, without considering, and caught him by the arm.

The vision banged into position.

"Behind you!" I shouted.

He spun, sword flashing. Blood sprayed the floor.

"Left!" I cried. "Two more!"

He was like death itself, steered as by my voice, by my eye.

At the end of it all, there were dead bodies. The hall reeked of blood.

Silas turned to me slowly.

Every eye followed....His hand clumped my hand.

And for the first time..

He did not let go.

The room fell silent.

The council stared.

The relationship blazed white and unquestionable.

Silas's jaw clenched.

Too late....They had seen.

And I knew somewhere within myself..

Everything was about to burn.

The hall went silent. Blood covered the stone floor. The last assassin lay dead by the council table, eyes wide and empty. My fingers were still wrapped around Silas's wrist.

We both realized it at the same time.

Slowly, he pulled his hand away.

The bond between us screamed.

I stumbled back, breathing too fast. Everyone in the room stared at me-the elders, warriors, and nobles. Whispers spread like a rising storm.

"She helped him..."

"Did you see that?"

"The servant-"

Silas stood up straight, his face like stone.

"Enough," he said.

The room quieted instantly.

He lifted his chin, staring straight ahead with empty eyes. "Clear the bodies. Lock the gates. Nobody leaves this hall until I say so."

Warriors moved at once.

One of the elders, Elder Kael, stepped forward. His mouth was tight, his gaze sharp.

"Alpha," Kael said slowly, "you fought like you could see."

Silas said nothing.

Kael's eyes shifted to me. "And she moved like your shadow."

Every word felt like a knife.

"She is my servant," Silas said. "Nothing more."

My chest tightened.

Kael smiled a little. "Then why was she touching you during battle?"

Everyone in the room leaned in closer.

Silas's jaw tightened.

"She panicked," he said. "I used her as a shield."

A low sound of disapproval went through the crowd.

My stomach dropped-but I didn't move. I didn't try to explain myself. I kept my eyes on the floor, like servants were taught to do.

Kael looked me over. "Look at me, girl."

I slowly lifted my head.

His gaze sharpened. "You're not hurt. You're weak. Yet you stood by the Alpha while trained warriors fell."

I swallowed.

"Just a coincidence," Silas said coldly.

Kael turned back to him. "Or something much more dangerous."

The Alpha's cane hit the floor once.

"This council is dismissed," Silas said. "We'll talk about this later."

The elders paused.

Then they bowed.

As the hall emptied, Silas turned sharply to me.

"Leave," he whispered. "Now."

I didn't argue.

I made it halfway down the corridor before his hand grabbed my arm, pulling me into a dark side passage.

The door slammed shut behind us.

"What were you thinking?" he demanded.

"I was thinking you were about to die," I shot back.

He froze.

The torchlight showed his face-anger, fear, and something raw underneath.

"You exposed us," he said. "You exposed me."

"You pulled me into the fight," I said. My voice was shaking now. "You didn't let go."

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Then his shoulders drooped-just a bit.

"They'll investigate," he said quietly. "The council doesn't ignore miracles. Or weapons."

My heart sank.

"I don't want this power," I whispered. "I never asked for it."

He laughed once, a sharp, bitter sound. "Neither did I."

Footsteps echoed outside.

Silas stood up straight. "Go to the kitchens," he said. "Act scared. Act small."

I nodded.

As I turned to leave, his hand brushed mine.

The bond pulsed.

His fingers curled-then let go.

That night, they took my brother.

I was carrying water to the servant quarters when the horns sounded again. Not battle horns.

Prison horns.

My stomach twisted.

I ran.

The dungeon doors were open. Guards stood along the hall. And in between them-Kian.

His hands were tied. His face was bruised.

"No," I breathed.

He looked up. His eyes found mine.

"Elara," he said hoarsely. "Don't-"

A guard pushed him forward.

"By order of the council," Kael announced, "the brother of the traitor's daughter is called for questioning."

"Questioning?" I stepped forward. "You promised-"

Silas's voice cut through the hall. "Take him."

My head snapped toward him.

His face was hard. Unreadable.

Kian was dragged away.

I didn't scream....I didn't beg.

I walked straight to Silas and dropped to my knees.

"Please," I said quietly. "This is my fault. Not his."

Silas didn't move.

"Look at me," I whispered.

Slowly, he turned his head toward my voice.

"I'll do anything," I said. "Guide you. Obey you. Let me help you lead. Just don't let them break him."

His breath caught.

"You're already doing those things," he said.

"Then use me," I said. "But don't punish him."

Silas crouched in front of me. His hand moved near my face-stopping just before touching.

"They think you're more than you appear," he said softly. "If I protect your brother now, it proves them right."

Tears burned my eyes

"I can't lose him," I whispered.

Silas closed his eyes.

"I already lost everything," he said. "If I choose you, I risk my pack."

"If you don't," I said, "you lose me."

The words came out before fear could stop them.

The bond flared.

Silas took a sharp breath.

"Go," he said suddenly, standing up. "Before I change my mind."

I stumbled back.

"Alpha.."..."Go."

I ran.

Later that night, I was called to his rooms.

The room smelled of smoke and steel. Silas stood near the window, his back to me.

"They're calling you a spy," he said. "A witch. A Moon-born curse."

I swallowed. "What will you do?"

He turned slowly.

"I will pretend to punish you," he said.

My breath hitched.

"In three days," he continued, "you will stand before the council. They expect punishment."

My heart pounded.

"And Kian?" I asked.

Silas's jaw tightened.

"He will be let go," he said. "Quietly."

Relief washed over me.

"But after that," he said, stepping closer, "you belong to me in ways no one can see."

His hand lifted.

"From the shadows," he murmured, "you will be my eyes."

His fingers brushed mine.

The bond sparked-stronger than ever.

And far away, hidden from both of us, a pair of watching eyes narrowed in the dark.

The enemy had found me.

The hallways were empty. I could hear my heartbeat loud and clear in my ears. The light from the torch moved over the stone walls, making the shadows appear to twist and move. I took a step, and it sounded loud. I took a breath, and it felt like I was yelling.

The torchlight cast eerie shapes on the stone walls. Shadows danced everywhere, as if they were alive. The torchlight, the shadows, and the empty hallways all seemed to be trying to scare me.

I told myself to stay calm. I was holding the tray of water really tight. My knuckles were so tight they turned white. I did not want to spill a drop of water, from the tray.

The door, to Silas chambers opened before I even got to it.

Silas was standing there leaning against the window with his hands clasped behind his back. Silas seemed to fill the room and that was really something because Silas was blind.

The man said "You are late", without turning around to face the person he was talking to.

I tried to speak. The words did not come out. I was going to say something. My voice stopped working when he turned around to face me. The bond that I feel with him was beating strongly in my chest it was stronger than it has ever been before. The bond felt really strong.

He said "I do not tolerate excuses". The words he spoke were quiet. Each word felt very heavy like a big rock is being placed on you.

I said that I am ready. My hands were shaking really badly. I was trying to stop them from shaking. I wanted to appear calm so I took a breath and tried to steady my hands.

The thing that was making my hands shake was the fact that I was really nervous, about what was going to happen with the thing I was doing which was the thing that required me to say that I am ready.

He looked at me for a long time his lips were pressed together tightly. Then he pointed to the floor. Said "Sit".

I did what I was told. My knees were pressed against the stones and my fingers were touching the edge of the rug that was under me. The man with the cane walked around me slowly and I could hear the soft sound of the cane tapping on the floor.

Even though I could not see him I could feel that the man with the cane was there, with me and that was kind of scary.

The man told me that I am learning quickly. However he also said that learning quickly is not good enough. He said that I must be able to think about what's going to happen next, with the things I am learning which is anticipation of the art of learning itself the art of learning something new the learning process and the anticipation of the learning process.

I swallowed. I said to Alpha "I will try, Alpha."

He dropped down low fast getting so close that I could feel how warm his body was. "Do not try " he said. "Just. See what is happening.. When you see something you have to do something, about it before the danger gets to me to the person I am to me."

My chest felt really funny. The weight of our bond was very heavy on me. Every time I told him what I thought it made me feel tired. I did not want to stop. I could not let him get into trouble. Not when I knew I could help him avoid it. The bond, between us was important. I had to keep sharing my vision with him.

Tonight he said, standing up all the way you will come with me to the training yard. Just you. There is a message, for the training yard that we need to see.

I blinked, unsure. I said "Am I alone?"

"Yes" he said, "There are no guards and no witnesses so do not mess this up. Fail me. The person I am talking to must make sure that they do not fail me."

The training yard was really cold. The ground was slippery, with frost. There was a torch burning at the end. It was shining light on a person who was just standing there not moving. The training yard looked eerie in the torch light. My breath caught when I saw the figure standing alone in the training yard.

There was this man, tall and big and he had a dark mask, on his face. The knife he was holding caught the light from the torches. This made my stomach feel weird.

Silas told them to move. He said it quietly.

The bond flared up in my chest. The assassin had not moved,. I saw the assassin: the way the assassin tilted his shoulders the very slight weight shift of the assassins foot.

I helped Silas out. "Take two steps to the left " I said quietly. "The person we are talking about is standing near the east wall."

Silas moved quietly and got into position. The person, in the mask suddenly jumped at him. I yelled out "Behind you Silas!"

The bond really screamed through me. Silas spun around his blade slicing really clean through the air. The assassin fell to the ground.. Then another assassin emerged from the shadows. This one was faster and closer, with a dagger that was flashing in the light.

My heart was beating fast. I shouted "Another video game!" because I was so excited, about another video game.

Silas. Countered he was moving so fast it was like he was death itself. But I could see the danger it was really close. The dagger just missed him it was a few inches away, from Silas.

Then the third figure stepped out. I felt a chill run down my spine and my blood ran cold.

Something about him was... familiar.

"Who is he?" I whispered, really I was asking myself not talking to Silas.

Silas said to me "Watch".

The man was moving carefully like he wanted to hurt someone. Every time he swung at something every time he pretended to swing every step he took was thought out.. His movements seemed familiar like I had seen someone move like that before. It was not like Kian it was not like anyone I could think of. The mans movements were, like something I had seen before. I just could not remember who it was. My stomach was all tied up in knots.

The masked figure jumped at Silas. I yelled at him. "Move back! Go to your left!"

The bond was really strong. It pulsed with a lot of force. My vision connected with the bond and I could see everything that he saw every danger, every single thing that could hurt him the bond showed me every angle, every threat that was out there.

Silas spun around deflected the attack and the man in the mask stumbled backwards.. He did not back down. The man, in the mask stopped for a second he seemed to be thinking about what to do and that is when I saw a little bit of his face under the mask.

My heart just stopped beating for a moment. It was, like time stood still. I was completely shocked. My heart froze.

I knew this person.. The truth is, I did not really know him at all.

Silass blade moved fast and it was very sharp. The person it hit fell down. Rolled away into the dark. Silass blade had done its job.

I fell down my knees hit the ground and I was breathing really hard. "Who was that person?" I said in a quiet voice.

Silas stepped close, to me his voice was very quiet and calm. He said "Someone you will see again". And when you see this person again you will have to make a choice: you will have to trust Silas or you will have to destroy Silas.

My fingers were gripping the frost that was right beneath me. The connection between Silas and me was really strong. It felt like it was alive. It was beating like my heart. I had this question in my mind the time: Why did I know that face so well? The face felt so familiar to me. The bond, between Silas and me was still burning hot.

I was, in the dark. I felt something. Eyes were watching me. They were thinking about what to do. The eyes were waiting for something to happen with the darkness around. The eyes just kept watching me.

In that moment I knew the fight was not done yet. The fight was still going on. It was far, from over.