"Did your dam never teach you proper pack manners?"

Raven's smile froze on her lips, then twisted into something far uglier. "My dam only taught me to seize what I desire."

She prowled closer, her voice dripping with venom like poison from a fang. "Do you truly believe your dead sire's little sacrifice—using his own life to bind Kael through guilt—will keep him at your side forever?"

My sire's death remains a wound no healer can touch.

"Speak those words again." My voice emerged low. Dangerous. A growl building beneath the surface.

Raven didn't flinch. "Your sire, that pathetic shade, deserved to be crushed beneath those wheels."

"If he hadn't thrust himself where he didn't belong, Kael and I would have completed our mating bond years ago. He traded his worthless existence to chain Kael to you—to force him into a guilt-bound mating, to torment his wolf's conscience for eternity!"

Crack.

I was on my feet before conscious thought caught up, my palm connecting with her face hard enough to snap her head sideways.

Raven clutched her cheek, eyes wide with disbelief. "You struck me?"

I backhanded her across the other cheek.

"You're damn right I did."

"Raven, five years ago you killed my sire. Now you stand here in my den and spit on his memory." I advanced toward her, feeling my wolf surge against my skin. "Did you truly believe pack law couldn't touch you?"

Hatred flickered in her pale eyes. "Nothing happened to me five years ago at the Tribunal. What can anyone do now? Kael will protect me. He would never allow me to face iron-bound confinement."

Then—like a wolf shifting between forms—her expression crumbled completely. Tears welled up as she dropped to her knees at my feet, baring her throat in false submission.

"Heir Ashvale, it's all my fault. I should never have fallen in love with Kael."

"You've already won everything. This position as his scent-partner is all I have left to survive. Why won't you simply let me go?"

The commotion drew other pack members from nearby dens. Whispers rippled through the gathering wolves.

"Isn't striking a lower-rank a bit excessive...?"

"She's already showing throat. Show some mercy."

Someone raised a communication device to record the scene.

Raven knelt there, trembling artfully, tears streaming down her face. "Heir Ashvale, please... I'm begging you..."

The den door burst open with enough force to rattle the frame.

Kael shoved me aside without so much as a glance in my direction.

My stomach slammed into the corner of the heavy oak table. Pain shot through my ribs, doubling me over as I gasped for breath.

He helped Raven rise with infinite care, his thumb brushing gently over the red marks blooming on her cheek. His scent wrapped around her protectively.

She collapsed into his arms, sobbing harder against his chest. "Kael, I was so frightened..."

He turned to look at me then. His eyes were winter frost. His Alpha dominance pressed against the room like a physical weight.

"Lyra, why must you be so vicious?"

"Look at yourself. You're behaving like a feral wolf who's lost all reason."

I straightened slowly, one hand pressed against my bruised side. "Kael, she said my sire deserved to die. Do you agree with her words?"

Something flickered in his amber gaze. Raven clung to him, crying, twisting the truth with practiced ease. "No, I only said it was an accident back then at the mating feast, and she just started striking me..."

Kael's stare grew colder still.

"It was an accident. Can you not let it rest?"

"Lyra, I'm the one who owes a debt to your bloodline—not her. Stop taking your grief out on Raven."

"Besides, I completed the mating bond with you. I've given you five years of my life. What more could you possibly want?"

"From now on, remain in your proper place and you'll always be the Alpha's mate of Stormhowl. But my pack business is none of your concern."

"Consider this my debt repaid—for everything your sire did for me when I had nothing."

He walked out with Raven cradled in his arms.

Never looked back.

By the time I finished meeting with the Tribunal Advocate, night had swallowed the territory.

At the boundary where forest met the main path, blinding lights seared my vision.

The screech of impact. My body launched into the air, then slammed into the frozen earth.

Every bone felt crushed beneath the weight of the blow. Pain everywhere, all at once, like fire consuming my flesh.

Blood surged up my throat. I tried to howl for help but no sound escaped.

Through the haze of agony, a dark figure approached, backlit by the harsh lights.

"Next time, don't interfere with wolves you cannot afford to challenge."

A pause. Then, quieter, almost a whisper against my failing ears:

"We killed your sire. We can kill you just as easily."

Footsteps faded into the darkness of the forest.

I lay on the frozen ground, unable to move, unable to shift, my wolf whimpering somewhere deep inside as consciousness began to slip away.

The communication crystal pulsed against my thigh, its warmth cutting through the haze of pain.

With every fragment of strength remaining in my broken body, I pressed my palm to its surface to accept the connection.

Raven's voice flowed through the magical link—honeyed, intimate, thick with want.

"Kael... I ache for you. Every fiber of my being yearns to be near you..."

His response came back low and graveled. "Raven. These past five years, I've been nothing but a hollow shell. The moment I caught your scent again—that's when my wolf finally woke."

Soft sounds of movement. The whisper of clothing being shed.

"What about Lyra?" Raven's tone grew sharp. "Didn't you swear she would always be your bonded mate?"

"If her sire hadn't died protecting her—if she hadn't been so determined to drag you before the Pack Tribunal—I would have rejected the bond years ago."

"Hush, my Alpha. Don't waste breath on tedious matters." Her voice dropped to barely a murmur. "Tonight, I'm going to claim every inch of you until you forget your own name..."

The sounds merged into something indistinct. Then darkness consumed me entirely.

When awareness sparked again, chaos swirled around me.

"She's bleeding internally—we need the pack healers immediately! Someone find her bonded mate!"

A healer's assistant retrieved the crystal from my torn clothing, searched through my magical contacts, and activated the first connection.

It hummed. And hummed. And hummed.

Finally, he answered.

"This is the territory healing den. Are you the bonded mate of Lady Ashvale?"

"She's been struck down in a hunt-attack. Internal wounds. She requires emergency healing rites immediately. You must come at once—"

Kael interrupted her, his voice flat with annoyance.

"Is this another of Lyra's manipulations? She couldn't devise a better scheme, so she arranged to be run down?"

"What, the scene she caused this afternoon wasn't sufficient? Now she's staging something at night?"

The head healer seized the crystal. "Alpha Stormhowl, this is no deception! Your mate's injuries are severe—her life hangs by a thread! We require pack authority consent for the deep healing rites!"

Raven's laughter chimed in the background. "Kael, who contacts you?"

"Lyra. Claims she was attacked. Supposedly dying."

Raven giggled. "Then let her fade."

The healer's voice rose with urgency. "Alpha, you must take this seriously! She genuinely needs intervention!"

Kael scoffed. "Lyra, abandon this performance."

"You believe this will burden me with guilt? It won't succeed."

"If you truly were struck down, then your bloodline must have committed terrible wrongs in past lives. Fate finally collected its due. The Ashvale line deserves to end."

End.

My sire was dead. I had no littermates.

If I perished as well, the Ashvale bloodline would be extinguished forever.

"Your mate is failing! We've already summoned the Pack Tribunal enforcers!"

Kael didn't hesitate. "Lyra, if you die, I hope you die swiftly and your spirit finds a new vessel faster."

The crystal went dark.

The healer stood motionless, the communication stone trembling in her grasp.

They say when your soul-bond shatters, the agony fades.

They lie. It still burns.

"I'll authorize... the rites myself..."

And suddenly, clarity pierced through the pain.

No one in this territory was going to save me.

Except me.

Throughout my entire recovery in the healing den, Kael never appeared once.

He took Raven to the frozen northern territories to witness the spirit lights dancing across the sky. To the coastal pack lands to walk through moonlit tidal pools.

He was occupied making up for five years of experiences she had missed.

The day I was released from the healers' care, my Tribunal Advocate sent word:

"Lady Ashvale, the Bond Rejection petition has been submitted to the Council."

"Additionally, we've obtained the scent-truth evidence from your sire's death."

"The wolf who attacked you has been captured and confined. They've confessed—Raven Duskveil hired them through a blood-oath contract."

I turned and gazed one final time at the den I had inhabited for five years.

Then I pressed my claw-mark to the documents authorizing its sale.

"My gratitude for handling this matter. I seek no compromise settlement. I want them to face full Tribunal justice."

Kael Stormhowl—I will reclaim everything my sire ever granted you. One territory at a time.