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The forest was too quiet.
Alpha Kael Draven stopped between the black pine trees and lifted his head.
No birds.
No insects.
No wind moving through the branches.
Only the soft drip of rainwater falling from old leaves, one drop at a time, like the forest was counting down to something.
Behind him, three warriors spread out in silence. They were good men. Strong men. Wolves who had grown up in these woods and knew every stream, every broken trail, every hidden deer path.
Tonight, none of them wanted to be here.
Kael could smell their fear even through the wet earth.
He did not blame them.
Two nights ago, they had found Marin by the northern fence. His throat had been opened clean, his body pale, his eyes staring at the moon as if he had died begging it for help.
Last night, they found Tomas and Hale near the old hunting road.
Both drained.
Both cold.
Both with no sign of struggle.
That was the worst part.
Wolves fought. Even dying wolves left blood, claw marks, broken branches, anything.
But these men had been taken like candles being blown out.
Quietly.
Easily.
Kael’s fingers tightened around the silver-edged blade at his side.
“Alpha,” Riven said behind him, voice low.
Kael turned his head slightly.
His Beta stood near a split oak tree, one hand raised. He pointed toward the ground.
Tracks.
Not wolf. Not deer. Not human either.
The marks were too light, almost careful. Bare feet in mud. Small feet.
Kael crouched and touched one print with two fingers.
Cold.
The mud around it had begun to frost.
His wolf stirred under his skin, dark and restless.
Vampire.
The word came through him like a growl.
Kael stood.
“Spread wide,” he ordered. “No one runs ahead. No one breaks formation.”
One of the younger warriors, Dane, swallowed hard. “Do you think it’s still here?”
Kael looked deeper into the trees.
The forbidden forest went on for miles past Blackthorn land. Old stories lived here. Bad ones. Wolves did not bring children near this border. Hunters did not stay after sunset. Even rogues avoided the river when the moon was red.
Tonight, the moon was not red.
Not fully.
But it had a stain around it, a dull ring of copper, as if blood had touched the sky and not washed away.
“It is here,” Kael said.
No one spoke after that.
They moved through the trees.
The deeper they went, the colder the air became. Rain clung to Kael’s hair and ran down the back of his neck. His boots sank into mud. Somewhere ahead, water moved fast over stone.
The river.
Kael slowed.
The smell hit him before the sound.
Blood.
Not old blood. Fresh.
His wolf pushed hard against his bones.
Kael raised his fist.
The warriors stopped.
Another sound came from beyond the trees.
A breath.
Small.
Broken.
Kael moved first.
He passed between two pine trunks and stepped onto the riverbank.
For one second, he saw nothing but water.
The river rushed black beneath the moonlight. Mist curled over the stones. Ferns bent under the rain.
Then his eyes found her.
A girl lay half on the muddy bank, half against a moss-covered rock.
No.
Not a girl.
A vampire.
Kael knew it at once.
Her skin was too pale, almost silver in the moonlight. Her hair spilled around her like dark wine, wet and tangled with leaves. Blood stained her mouth, her throat, her torn black dress.
And in her back—
Kael’s jaw tightened.
Three silver arrows.
Not ordinary silver. Blessed silver. The kind made to burn monsters from the inside out.
Her fingers dug weakly into the mud as if she had crawled there inch by inch. Her body shook once, then went still.
Dane cursed under his breath. “That’s her.”
Riven came to Kael’s side. His face hardened. “She killed them.”
Kael stared at the vampire.
She looked too small to have killed three trained wolves.
But vampires lied with their bodies. They wore beauty like a trap. They looked fragile until their teeth were in your throat.
Kael remembered blood on the floor of his childhood home.
His mother’s hand reaching for him.
His father’s body across the doorway.
Red eyes in the dark.
He had been nine years old the first time he learned what vampires were.
He had spent the rest of his life making sure they learned what he was.
“Alpha?” Riven asked.
Kael stepped closer.
The vampire’s eyes opened.
They were not red.
That was the first wrong thing.
They were grey. Pale grey, like smoke after fire.
Her gaze found him, unfocused but sharp enough to hate.
“Stay back,” she whispered.
Her voice was rough. Not sweet. Not soft. It sounded like it had been dragged across stone.
Kael stopped only because the silver arrows in her back shifted when she breathed. Smoke lifted from the wounds.
She was burning alive from the inside.
Good, his mind said.
Something else in him did not answer.
Riven lifted his blade. “We should end it now.”
The vampire’s lips moved into something almost like a smile.
“Brave wolf,” she breathed. “Four of you. One dying woman. Very heroic.”
Dane growled.
Kael held up one hand, stopping him.
“What is your name?” Kael asked.
The vampire looked at him as if the question amused her.
“Does it matter?”
“It matters if you want to live long enough to answer more questions.”
She gave a weak laugh, then coughed. Dark blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
“Then I suppose it does not matter.”
Riven leaned closer to Kael. “She’s buying time.”
Kael knew that.
Still, he kept looking at her.
There was no fear in her face. Pain, yes. Anger, yes. But not fear.
That irritated him more than it should have.
He stepped down the slope toward her. The mud slid under his boot.
The vampire’s hand moved.
Fast.
Even wounded, even burning, she grabbed a broken branch near her hip and slashed it toward him.
Kael caught her wrist before the wood touched his chest.
Her skin was ice.
The contact struck through him.
Not pain.
Not exactly.
A violent heat opened inside his chest, so sudden he nearly lost breath.
His wolf, who had been snarling for blood a moment before, went completely still.
Then it surged forward with one word.
Mate.
Kael froze.
The forest vanished.
The river became a distant roar.
Rain fell between them, silver lines in the dark, but he could not feel it anymore.
Only her wrist under his fingers.
Only the thin pulse beneath cold skin.
Only the impossible pull in his chest, deep and brutal, like something ancient had reached inside him and tied a knot around his heart.
No.
His wolf growled again, harder.
Mate.
The vampire stared up at him.
Her grey eyes widened.
She felt it too.
Kael saw the exact moment she understood. The hatred on her face cracked. Confusion slipped through. Then horror.
“No,” she whispered.
The word should have been his.
Kael released her wrist as if she had burned him.
He stepped back.
Riven noticed. Of course he noticed. He always noticed everything.
“Kael?”
Kael could not answer.
The vampire tried to push herself up and failed. One arrow shifted deeper. She gasped, and the sound cut through him in a way it had no right to.
His wolf snarled at him.
Help her.
Kael’s hand curled into a fist.
She is a vampire.
Help her.
She is the enemy.
Mate.
Kael looked at the blood on her mouth.
He looked at the arrows in her back.
He looked at her eyes, still fixed on him with the same horror he felt.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
Her brows pulled together. “Me?”
“What trick is this?”
She laughed again, but there was no strength in it now. “If I could trick an Alpha, I would not be lying in mud with silver in my spine.”
Riven stepped closer. “What’s happening?”
Kael forced his face to go cold.
Nothing.
Nothing was happening.
The Moon Goddess had not tied him to a vampire. His wolf had not chosen the kind of creature that had destroyed his family. Fate was not that cruel.
But the pull remained.
A living rope between his ribs and hers.
He hated it.
“Search the area,” Kael ordered.
Riven did not move. “Alpha—”
“Now.”
The command cracked through the trees.
Riven’s eyes flashed, but he obeyed. He signaled the others, and they moved out around the riverbank.
Kael stayed with the vampire.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
“You should go with them,” she said.
“You should stop talking.”
“I would love to. Sadly, bleeding to death makes me social.”
Despite himself, Kael almost looked at her mouth.
Almost.
He caught himself and looked at the arrows instead.
“Who shot you?”
Her expression changed.
Only for a second.
But Kael saw it.
Fear.
There it was.
Not of him.
Of whoever had put those arrows in her back.
“No one you can kill,” she said.
“I decide who I can kill.”
“You wolves always believe that.”
“And vampires always believe they are immortal until my blade proves otherwise.”
Her gaze slid to the weapon at his side.
“Then use it.”
Kael said nothing.
The river beat against the stones. Rain gathered on her lashes. Her breathing came unevenly now. Every few seconds, her body gave a small shudder she tried to hide.
Kael had seen vampires die from silver.
It was not quick.
It burned their blood, then their nerves, then their heart.
If he left her here, she would suffer until dawn.
That should have satisfied him.
It did not.
His wolf paced inside him like a caged thing.
Save her.
Kael wanted to tear the beast out of himself.
Riven returned from the trees. His face was grim. “There were others. At least six. Vampire tracks, but not hers. They came from the east, then turned back.”
Kael’s gaze sharpened. “Turned back?”
Riven nodded. “Looks like they were chasing her.”
The vampire closed her eyes.
Kael looked down at her. “Why?”
No answer.
He crouched beside her again.
Her eyes opened halfway.
“Why were they chasing you?” he asked.
She swallowed. Her throat moved with pain.
“Because I ran.”
“From whom?”
She smiled faintly. “That question may get you killed, Alpha.”
Hearing his title from her mouth did something strange to him. He hated that too.
“What is your name?” he asked again.
For a moment, he thought she would refuse.
Then she whispered, “Seraphina.”
The name moved through him like smoke.
Seraphina.
His wolf went quiet, almost reverent.
Kael hated the name immediately because some part of him wanted to say it again.
Riven stepped beside him. “Enough. We take her head back to the elders. Let them see the threat is dead.”
Kael stood slowly.
“No.”
The word came out before thought could stop it.
Riven stared at him.
Dane and the others had returned now. All three looked at their Alpha as if he had spoken in a language they did not know.
“No?” Riven repeated.
Kael kept his eyes on Seraphina. “We take her alive.”
Dane’s mouth fell open. “Alpha, she’s a vampire.”
“I can see that.”
“She could have killed Marin.”
“She didn’t.”
Riven’s voice hardened. “You don’t know that.”
Kael turned on him.
The power in his stare made the younger warriors lower their eyes. Riven held on longer, because he was Beta, because he was brother in every way except blood, because he had earned the right to challenge Kael when no one else dared.
But even Riven took one step back.
“She was being hunted,” Kael said. “The ones who hunted her may be the same ones who killed our men.”
“Or she led them here.”
“Then she will answer for it.”
“And if she escapes?”
Kael looked down at Seraphina.
She was watching him again.
Too pale.
Too still.
Too aware.
“She won’t,” he said.
Riven’s jaw worked. “Why are you protecting her?”
The question hung in the wet air.
Kael felt the mate bond pulse once, deep in his chest.
Seraphina felt it too. Her fingers curled in the mud.
Kael looked away first.
“I am protecting answers,” he said.
It was not fully a lie.
But it was not the truth either.
He reached for Seraphina.
The moment his hands slid beneath her body, she hissed and tried to twist away. The movement drove one arrow deeper. Her face went white with pain.
“Stop,” Kael snapped.
“I do not need a wolf carrying me.”
“You cannot stand.”
“I can crawl.”
“To where? Your hunters?”
Her mouth shut.
Kael lifted her.
She was lighter than he expected. Cold against his chest. Her wet hair stuck to his arm. Blood soaked through his shirt almost at once.
His wolf calmed the moment she was in his arms.
That frightened Kael more than anything else that had happened tonight.
Seraphina’s face turned slightly toward his throat.
Riven growled.
Kael looked down at her.
“Bite me,” he said quietly, “and I will forget I decided to keep you alive.”
Her eyes flicked up to his.
Even dying, she managed to look offended.
“If I wanted your blood, Alpha, I would have asked more politely.”
Dane made a small sound of disbelief.
Kael almost smiled.
Almost.
Then Seraphina’s eyes rolled back.
Her body went limp in his arms.
The bond pulled hard, sharp enough to hurt.
Kael’s grip tightened.
“Move,” he ordered.
They ran.
The forest blurred around them. Branches snapped against Kael’s shoulders. Mud splashed beneath his boots. The warriors followed, but no one came too close.
They were afraid of her.
They should be.
Kael was afraid of her too.
Not because of her teeth.
Not because of her blood.
Because every instinct he trusted had turned traitor.
His wolf wanted to hide her from the rain. Tear the arrows from her back. Kill anything that came within ten feet of her.
His mind wanted to put a blade through her heart.
The two parts of him fought so violently that by the time the pack house appeared between the trees, Kael’s breathing had turned rough.
The gates opened.
Torches burned along the stone wall.
Wolves gathered in the courtyard as soon as they saw him.
First with relief.
Then with horror.
Someone screamed.
“Vampire!”
Weapons rose.
Growls broke out on every side.
Kael walked through them with Seraphina in his arms.
Blood dripped from her dress onto the stones.
No one moved to help.
No one dared.
Mara, the healer, rushed down the steps from the infirmary, grey braid flying behind her. She stopped dead when she saw what Kael carried.
Her eyes widened.
Then, unlike everyone else, she looked at Seraphina’s wounds instead of her teeth.
“Silver arrows,” Mara said. “Blessed?”
Kael nodded.
Mara’s mouth tightened. “Bring her inside.”
Riven caught Kael’s arm. “Think carefully.”
Kael looked at his hand on him.
Riven released him.
Around them, the courtyard had gone silent except for the low growls of wolves who did not understand why their Alpha had brought a vampire home alive.
Kael understood.
That was the problem.
He understood too well and not at all.
Mara led him into the infirmary. The smell of herbs and clean linen hit him. Kael laid Seraphina on the narrow bed.
She looked smaller there.
Less like a monster.
More like someone who had been running for a long time and finally collapsed.
Mara cut away the torn fabric around the arrows.
Riven stood in the doorway, arms folded, eyes hard.
“Alpha,” Mara said carefully, “you need to leave.”
“No.”
“I need to remove the arrows.”
“Then remove them.”
“She will scream.”
Kael looked at Seraphina’s face.
Her lips had gone blue.
“Then she screams.”
Mara studied him for one long moment.
She knew him too well.
Kael looked away.
The first arrow came out with a wet sound.
Seraphina’s body arched off the bed.
Her scream tore through the pack house.
Every wolf outside answered with snarls.
Kael’s wolf went mad.
He gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood cracked under his fingers.
Mara pulled the second arrow.
Seraphina screamed again, but this time her hand shot out blindly.
Kael caught it.
He should not have.
The moment her fingers closed around his, the bond burned gold behind his eyes.
Seraphina’s eyes flew open.
She stared at him through the pain.
The room went still.
Mara saw.
Riven saw.
Kael knew they saw.
The third arrow came free.
Seraphina gasped once, then collapsed back against the bed, still holding Kael’s hand.
No one spoke.
Mara looked from Seraphina’s fingers to Kael’s face.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“Oh, Goddess.”
Riven’s face changed.
Not confusion now.
Understanding.
Horror.
“No,” Riven said.
Kael released Seraphina’s hand slowly, but it was too late.
The truth had already entered the room.
His wolf pressed against his skin, proud and furious and certain.
Mate.
Kael stepped back from the bed.
Seraphina’s eyes were half-open, silver-grey and full of pain. She looked at him as if she hated him for being real.
Good.
He hated her for the same reason.
Outside, the pack began to shout.
Kill the vampire.
Kill her.
Kill her.
Kael stared down at the woman fate had thrown into his arms.
A vampire.
His enemy.
His ruin.
His Luna.
His throat tightened around the words before he could stop them.
“No,” he whispered. “Not her.”
