After returning home as the Alpha's true daughter, I told Mom about it. I was bound by the Blood-Tie — the ancient Moon Goddess covenant. Whatever injury I suffered, my blood kin would suffer too. Alpha Richard let out a low, dismissive scoff. "You've been reading too much human fantasy?" To prove it, I grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped off a small lock of my hair. Mom's hair dropped in the exact same spot with a sharp snap. Dad instantly clapped a hand to his own head. Both brothers came thundering down the stairs. "What the hell — why is there a bald patch on my head?!" The four of them stood in the great hall, exchanging bewildered looks, their inner wolves restless and confused. Once they confirmed it was real, Mom and Dad issued an absolute order — no one was to lay a single finger on me. Enforcers watched over me around the clock. When Seraphina, the fake daughter, came home, she was furious enough to draw blood. On my first day at Lycan Academy, she had my guards pulled away and cornered me in the restroom. A group of her followers surrounded me. Seraphina crossed her arms and smiled coldly. "Silver needles ready? I want a thousand holes in her." "…" "As long as the wounds are small, she'll have no proof to report us." I was backed into a corner. I watched them advance on me, needles raised, step by step. My eyes stung. I lowered my voice in warning. "Are you… sure you want to do this?" The next second. A silver needle drove into my arm. From down the hall came a sudden, sharp howl of pain. "Who the hell just stabbed me?!" It was my second brother Jaxon's voice, bellowing from his classroom. Seraphina flinched instinctively at the sound. I pressed my hand over the wound, gritting my teeth against the burn of silver. "Seraphina, you touched me today. Mom and Dad won't let this go." Seraphina squeezed the remaining needles in her fist. She recovered herself and gave me a cold smile. "You're nothing but a stray wolf Mom and Dad dragged out of some forgotten human territory." The girls around her burst out laughing. "Exactly. The Silver Moon Pack took you in to guard the gates. Since when do strays think they're the Alpha's heir?" Seraphina toyed with the needles between her fingers, smiling with satisfaction. "You think carrying Silver Moon blood makes you better than me?" "Mom and Dad only have guards on you because they're afraid a wild girl like you can't handle Pack life without causing trouble." She tilted her head, her laugh low and unbothered. "I've been raised as the Alpha's daughter for eighteen years. Every wolf in the Northern Packs knows my name." "And you think you can shake my place just because you're their real child?" I heard all of it and felt nothing but tired. I stood and turned to go back to class. Seraphina stepped in front of me. "Want to leave? Then get yourself out of the Silver Moon Pack first." I pressed my hand over the needle wound, frowning. "Seraphina, what is wrong with you?" "I didn't take your room. I didn't ask Mom and Dad to send you away." "What gives a fake like you the right to drive me out?" Seraphina's expression darkened at that word. She shot a look at the two girls beside her. "Hold her down. That last round was too light." Just as the needles were about to come down again — My phone rang. Seraphina's hand froze. She reached over and snatched it from my pocket. When she saw the screen, she held it up in front of my face with a cold laugh. "Impressive. You've been gone barely an hour and Mom, Dad, and both brothers are flooding your phone." Seraphina bit her lip, and something dark crept into her eyes. "So what would happen if you actually disappeared for good?" My phone kept lighting up, call after call, over and over. Every single one, she declined. I looked up at her, voice steady. "Seraphina, you really can't hurt me. If I'm hurt, Mom, Dad, and the brothers feel it too." "They'll tear you apart for this." Seraphina lifted one brow, utterly unconcerned. The needles were rising again when her own phone went off. The caller ID said Jaxon. Her eyes lit up. "My brother still cares about me most." She answered. His voice came through. "Seraphina. Elara is missing." The hand squeezing the needles went white. Her expression locked in place. He wasn't asking about her. Only me. "Someone said she was pulled into the restroom." "I'm already on my way." Seraphina's head snapped up. The next second, the restroom door shook with frantic, thundering blows. "Open up!" "Everyone out — now!" Every last drop of color drained from her face.
I opened my mouth to call out — the word brother died before it left my lips. The two girls holding me reacted instantly, clamping their hands over my mouth. Seraphina's eyes swept the room. She pulled a silver dagger from her jacket and pressed it against my throat. She dropped her voice to a lethal whisper, every word deliberate. "Hold the blade on her. She makes a sound, you draw blood." The pounding outside became a full crash against the door. Seraphina shoved me into one of the stall compartments. Left two girls watching me. The silver blade never left my neck. She leaned close to my ear. "Make a sound and I'll end you right here." I clenched my fists and forced myself to nod. The look on her face — she meant it. If something happened to me, Mom and Dad would— No. Absolutely not. I'd been a lone wolf for eighteen years. I would not lose the family I'd only just found. The door was seconds away from giving. Seraphina called out toward it, her voice easy. "Jaxon… Elara's not in here. I had stomach cramps, that's why I didn't answer." She pushed the door open, one hand pressed to her stomach. Jaxon didn't say a word. He shoved past her and stepped inside. "Elara, are you in here? Did someone hurt you?" Seraphina grabbed his arm. "Jaxon, this is the girls' room. What do you think you're doing?" "She probably wandered off to explore. It's the Academy — there's plenty to see." She tried to push him back out. He brushed her off. The space went quiet for a few seconds. The phone of the girl standing beside me lit up. A text from Seraphina. The girl's eyes turned hard as she looked at me. She shifted the dagger to my collarbone and pressed down, voice barely a breath. "Don't you dare." She dragged the blade across my collarbone in a thin, sharp line. I bit down on my lip, sweat breaking cold across my forehead. Outside, Jaxon let out a sudden cry and grabbed at his own collarbone where the mirrored wound had opened. "Elara wouldn't just wander off. Something's wrong." "Seraphina, come with me. We need to find Elara." He answered his phone mid-step and strode out. Seraphina waited until his footsteps faded, then shut the door. The way she looked at me completely changed. Like something that wanted to feed. "Elara. I didn't expect it — Jaxon actually cares about you that much." Her eyes went cold. "I can't let you go home." The girls taped my mouth shut. Then pressed a mask over the tape. "We move her to the abandoned silver mine outside Pack territory." "The walls there are thick. No sound gets out." "I want her to understand what it costs to cross me." One girl hooked her arm through mine. The other hid the blade under my academy jacket, point pressed to my ribs. I didn't make a sound the entire walk out. We were almost through the front gates when Jaxon came running from the other direction. He grabbed the girl with the blade by the shoulder. His voice was urgent. "Chloe — you're in Elara's class. Have you seen her?" "No." Chloe yanked me forward, trying to pull us away. I lifted my eyes slowly and looked straight at Jaxon. His gaze caught mine. He frowned. There was no time for him to think it through. Chloe dug the blade point harder into my ribs. Jaxon's hand flew to his side. We both looked away at the same moment. "I have to move faster." He turned toward the car waiting at the gates. I was being dragged forward, but I looked too. It was my eldest brother, Silas. Blood was seeping through his shirt at the collarbone. He walked toward the car, knuckles cracking. "Whoever dared lay a hand on my sister — you'd better enjoy breathing while you can." The two girls holding me went rigid. Silas raised his eyes and looked straight toward me. At the same moment, Chloe shoved the blade in harder. She pressed her mouth to my ear. "Move. Now. Or I'll finish you here."
Silas and Jaxon cried out at the same instant. Both of them dropped to their knees, doubled over. They locked eyes, and their expressions turned to ice. "Elara's in danger." "If we waste any more time, we lose everyone." Silas's face went dark. By then, my mouth was sealed with tape. I couldn't make a sound. The blade was still in their hands. No matter how fast my brothers moved, they couldn't outrun steel. I lowered my head and looked away. And I didn't want my family hurt because of me. By the time they shoved me into the abandoned silver mine, the sky had gone completely black. I didn't know how long had passed before Seraphina arrived. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, staring down at me. "Elara." "You really are something." "One day back, and you've already got the entire Silver Moon Pack losing their minds over you." She laughed, low and cold. "Over a hundred pack members are out searching for you right now." "Side branches, elders — everyone's been called in." She gritted her teeth. "Even Elder Vance, who never leaves his territory, came rushing back." I knew the Pack House must be in complete chaos. I struggled against my restraints, muffled sounds forcing their way past the tape. I wanted to tell her about the Blood-Tie. She didn't care. She thought I was just thrashing. She drove her boot into my stomach. The pain exploded outward, white and blinding. I curled on the ground. Tears fell before I could stop them. It was exactly like being small again — back in the human orphanage where the other children would corner me. Seraphina crouched down. Ripped the tape from my mouth. Gripped my jaw. "Talk." "What exactly makes you so different?" "Your face?" "Or your bloodline?" I forced the words out. They came in broken pieces. "It's not… that…" "It's the… Blood-Tie…" "When I'm hurt…" "They're hurt too…" The girls paused for a moment. Then erupted in laughter. Seraphina looked at me like I'd just told the worst joke she'd ever heard. "A blood covenant?" "What is this, a low-budget werewolf drama?" I bit down hard. A deeper pain was gathering low in my body — my cycle, from the cold and the stress. I pushed everything I had left into a single sentence, barely above a whisper. "If I die —" "Every soul in the Silver Moon Pack dies with me." A beat of silence. Then Seraphina laughed — and kept laughing, louder and louder. "If that's true, then perfect." She leaned down, her eyes vicious. "If they all die, I'm the only one left." "Then everything the Silver Moon Pack owns — it's all mine." She paused, letting the smile settle. "But it's not true. So it doesn't matter." Across the territory, inside the Silver Moon Pack House — The great hall was full of bodies on the floor. Every blood relative of the Pack, writhing, clutching their stomachs, unable to stand. Elder Vance, old and already frail, passed out cold from the pain. Luna Helen's face had gone the color of ash. "Find her. Now." "Whoever took Elara wants her dead." "Every minute we wait, we lose more of our own." The hall was crowded — Alphas, high-ranking warriors, Elder Council members. Everyone across every rank of the Pack. And every single one of them had one purpose. Find Elara. That night, every enforcers' signal lit up across the Silver Moon territory. Pack communication channels screamed with emergency alerts from one end to the other. Outside the mine, distant howls of patrol wolves carried toward us. Seraphina heard them. The hatred in her eyes sharpened. "I was always the Alpha's daughter." "Eighteen years I stood by this family." "You come back for one day and everything changes?" Her eyes had gone red. Tears slid down her face. "I only meant to teach you a lesson. But now —" Her voice dropped below freezing. "I've changed my mind." One of the girls came running back in from outside. Seraphina waved her over. The girl nodded and immediately looped a rope over an iron hook bolted to the ceiling. Beneath it, the floor had been soaked with alcohol-drenched wolfsbane cloth. Seraphina smiled, dismissed the others, and lit a candle. The flame caught the rope and began to eat slowly downward. She pressed the tape back over my mouth, then stepped to the doorway. "By the time I walk back into the Pack House, this place will be going up." She smiled lightly. "And when it does, the Silver Moon Pack will only have one daughter left." "They'll have no choice but to love me." Right then, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered. Silas's voice came through. "Seraphina. Enforcers tracked Elara's phone signal."
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