I watched the executioner's blade slit my mate's throat once. So when fate gave me a second chance, I had to walk away before he could love me again. And now the Mating Choosing was about to begin. Again. . . . Inside the Territory's great hall, young females buzzed with excited chatter, their voices rising like birds at dawn. I stood among them, but my mind was somewhere else. Somewhere dark. And cold. Sera leaned close. Her hand touched my arm, trembling slightly. "Elara, look—is my hair still in place?" I looked at her. Really looked at her. *She's alive.* And then I understood. I had come back. In my past life, I had thought her question was just about vanity. About honor. An Alpha's daughter couldn't afford to look anything less than perfect. I never once imagined what was really hiding behind that nervous smile. A girl's quiet hope that *he* would choose *her.* The ache hit me so hard I nearly choked on it. "You're the most beautiful female here, Sera," I said softly. "You'll become the wife of the Elder Orin's grandson. I'm sure of it." She swatted my arm, cheeks flushing. "Don't tease me!" I reached up and unclasped the silver claw clasp from my hair—the only thing I had ever truly owned. The only treasure from my nameless orphan days. I pinned it carefully into her pale gold hair. Sera blinked at me, confused. "What are you doing? Isn't this the one thing you'd never let me touch?" I smiled. *Yes. The only thing.* But I owed them everything. Ten years of food, shelter, love. [Flashback] Ten dry seasons ago, Alpha Aldric of the Leopard Clan found me half-dead beneath a tree outside the Family Territory. I was a snow leopard cub far from any mountain I belonged to—white where I should have been gold, gray where I should have been spotted. A nameless stray. The Leopardis took me in anyway. They raised me beside their daughter, Sera, fed me, taught me, and never once made me feel unwanted. Then Alpha Orin of the Lion Clan came to choose a mate for his grandson, Silas Kane. Out of every daughter in the Enclave, Silas chose me. Three suns later, Sera was found dead beyond the territory walls. No one blamed me. Not then. I married Silas. I thought I had finally found a place to belong. Until the morning the healers confirmed I was carrying his cub. My brother - Darius dragged Silas before the High Command Tribunal on charges of treason. I watched the Enforcers' silver blade open my mate's throat. He said I had stolen Sera's future. That my happiness had cost our family everything. So I climbed to the edge of the Gorge and let myself fall. But now—now I was back. I pressed my hands to my face, forcing the memories down. I was the stray they took in. I was never supposed to have more than what they gave me. That kind of debt doesn't just disappear. ...... "It suits you," I said. "They say Elder Orin's grandson is honorable. And handsome. A perfect match for our Sera." Her face went pink and she shoved at my shoulder. The sound was light and bright. Then the doors at the far end of the hall began to open. The crowd hushed. Elder Orin stepped in first. Broad-shouldered. Silver-maned. His lion's presence filled the room like a storm rolling in off the plains. Behind him walked a younger male. Taller than the rest. Golden mane cropped short. Amber eyes scanning the crowd like none of them mattered. Silas Kane. My chest seized. I caught the carved post beside me before my knees folded. *In my past life, he had been dragged before the executioner's blade. His throat slashed open on false charges. His blood soaking the dry earth while I screamed from inside my swollen belly.* I knew that face. I knew the warmth that once lived behind those cold eyes. And I knew what it cost to love him. "Elara? What's wrong?" Sera's voice was suddenly sharp with worry. "You've gone the color of bone. Let me take you to the healer." "No." I pulled my arm from her grip. "It's nothing. I just need air. If Father and Mother find out we both skipped the Choosing, they'll skin us." She hesitated, then pinched my cheek. "Don't be long." I turned and pushed through the crowd, toward the back gate. Behind me, the murmurs shifted. Excitement rippled through the hall like wind through tall grass. *He's here. The lion prince is here.* I couldn't help myself. I looked back. Silas stood in the center of the room, scanning the females with an expression of barely hidden boredom. But his gaze had landed on something. On someone. On a bright silver claw clasp gleaming in Sera's pale gold hair. He walked forward. Step by step. Past the dressed-up daughters of warriors and chieftains. Past the perfumed nobles who smiled and preened. He stopped directly in front of my sister. "You," he said, loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "I choose you." I closed the door behind me. And pressed my hand hard against my chest. It still hurt. Gods, it still hurt. But I had seen the blush on Sera's face. The shy, surprised joy in her eyes. *She's alive. He's alive. That's enough. That's the only ending that matters.* I turned to walk back inside—and ran straight into someone. Darius. His eyes were wrong. So wild. He stared down at me like I was something rotten he'd just stepped on. "I was still too late," he whispered. "And you already did it, didn't you."
I stared at my brother's face and felt the ground tilt beneath me. But not here. Not yet. Not in this life. "What are you talking about?" I kept my voice light. "Elder Orin's grandson chose Sera. They're inside celebrating right now. You should go in. Be happy for her." I gestured back toward the hall. He froze. For a long second I watched him try to read my face, looking for the lie. Then, without another word, he shoved past me and disappeared into the hall. The cold wind hit me the moment I was alone. I started trembling. Not from the chill—but from the weight of everything I'd just walked away from. . . . The next few days passed like a dream I wasn't fully in. Mother and Father bustled around Sera. Measuring her for ceremony robes. Negotiating bonding gifts with Elder Orin's emissaries. The whole Territory talked of nothing but the upcoming union. My elder sister, Sera, would become the mate of a lion prince. Everyone smiled. Except Darius. He watched me constantly. Whenever I crossed the courtyard, his eyes followed. Like he expected me to strike at any moment. One evening, Mother called me into her quarters. She took my hands in hers—warm and calloused. "Once Sera's settled into the Kane household, your father and I will find you a match too. Don't you worry. We won't pick anyone less than what your sister is getting." She squeezed my fingers and sighed. "I just worry about that girl. She's so headstrong. What if she wears poor Silas out with her wildfire temper?" Her words hit me like a fist to the ribs. I smiled anyway. "I don't want to marry, Mother. I'll stay here. Take care of you and Father for the rest of my days." The words had barely left my mouth when a cold laugh cut through the doorway. "Bonding ceremony's days away. Everything is set." Darius leaned against the frame, arms crossed. "Or are you still dreaming about the male who was never meant for you?" Mother's face darkened. "Darius! Don't speak to your sister like that." He pushed off the door and walked inside, his golden eyes locked on me. "I know exactly what you're doing, Elara. And it's not happening. Tomorrow I'm finding you a male. Any male. A denscavenger, if that's what it takes." His voice dropped. "You'll bond with whoever I pick. And you'll stay away from Sera's mate." I stared at him. The hatred in his voice was real. Raw. It wasn't suspicion born of nothing—it was the frantic terror of someone who had seen the future and was trying to claw it into a different shape. He had no way of knowing I had already made the same choice. Sera appeared behind him, a bowl of fruit in her hands. She shoved it into my arms and glared at her brother. "Stop being so mean! Elara's done nothing wrong. And she's still young—there's no rush." She picked up a slice of something sweet and held it to my lips. "Here. Try this. It's really good." Darius knocked the bowl from my hands. Fruit scattered across the floor. "You don't know what's in her head, Sera." His voice was a snarl. "What happens when she takes your mate? What then? You gonna smile and wave?" Even Mother looked horrified at that. Sera burst out laughing. She linked her arm through mine and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Don't be ridiculous, brother. If it weren't for Elara's silver clasp, Silas might have walked right out of the Choosing. He even asked me where I got it. He said it was… special. That it suited me." Her cheeks went pink as she said it. Darius went still. Then he turned and walked out without another word. . . . The next morning, Silas came to the Territory bearing gifts. I hadn't expected it. None of us had. I'd been in the back garden, planting moonflowers along the border wall the way Mother had asked. My hands were caked with soil up to my wrists, my hair half-falling out of its tie. I heard footsteps. Too heavy for a leopard. I looked up. Silas stood over me, his amber eyes fixed on my face. For a long, suspended second, neither of us moved. "You," he said slowly. "I didn't see you at the Choosing. Who are you?"
I opened my mouth to answer— Behind me, footsteps slammed across the courtyard. And Darius was there, shoving himself between us like a shield. "She's the nameless orphan we took in ten years ago." His voice was tight. Clipped. "Nothing important. Forgive her appearance—she doesn't know how to greet guests properly. Pay her no mind." Then he turned and snapped over his shoulder. "Go wash yourself. Now. Don't you dare shame this family." I bowed my head and walked away. As I passed Silas, I heard him whisper to himself—so soft I almost missed it. "An orphan? That doesn't…" There was confusion in his voice. Something deeper than idle curiosity. I didn't stop. . . . Behind me, I heard Sera rush out to greet him. She pulled Silas aside, her shoulders curled the way they always were when she was nervous. Speaking quickly. Looking up at him through her lashes. I couldn't hear what they said. But after a few moments, whatever Silas told her made her face light up. The tension melted from her shoulders. She laughed, soft and bright, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Beside me, Darius let out a long, shaking breath. The hard line of his jaw finally eased. He didn't look at me when he spoke. "I was out of line yesterday. I'm sorry." I blinked. I hadn't expected that. He kept his eyes fixed on the two of them in the courtyard. "You see how happy she is?" He nodded toward Sera, who was laughing, showing Silas her new ceremonial beads. "They're good together, Elara. So I'm asking you—begging you—don't come between them. Please." And just like that, I understood everything. The reason for his rage that first night. The way he'd watched me. The hatred in his eyes that hadn't yet had time to grow. Darius had come back too. He remembered everything. Every ugly thing he had done. And now he was trying, in his broken way, to undo it by keeping me away. I drew in a slow breath. "You don't have to beg, brother," I said quietly. "I only want to repay Mother and Father's kindness. I want Sera to be happy." His shoulders sagged. "Good. That's good." He swallowed. "Then we can all… we can all have the ending we deserve." I nodded, and turned, and walked back to my room. . . . Outside, I could hear the courtyard come alive again. Sera's laugh, bright and unburdened. Silas's low voice, steady and warm. The clink of porcelain as Mother poured tea for the guests. I lay down on my bed and pulled the cover over my shoulders. *Let it go, Elara. They're alive. All of them. That's the only ending that matters.* I listened to my sister laugh until the sound dissolved into something soft and far away, and somewhere in there, I drifted off. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep. The world was still dark when my door slammed open hard enough to crack against the wall. Darius stood in the doorway. Eyes burning red. Chest heaving like he'd run the length of the Territory to get here. He crossed the room in two strides and yanked me up by the front of my clothes. The slap landed before I'd even fully opened my eyes. My head snapped sideways. My ear rang. "You're a liar." His voice was shaking. "I knew it. I knew you wouldn't let it go." I couldn't breathe. My cheek was on fire. His grip tightened. "Where is she?" he snarled. "Where did you take Sera?"
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