ed through the shadows like a wraith, her senses heightened, her every nerve on edge. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting long, sinuous shadows across the rug

ries patrolled the perimeter with military precision, their silver-forged weapons glinting in the moonlight. Evelyne's heart hammered in her chest, a mix of fear and deter

ilant, their eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Evelyne knew that one wrong step, one misplaced b

wn her spine. It was a sound that was both a warning and a promise of inevitable confrontation. E

golden eyes sharp and perceptive, fixed on hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. It was Kieran Vale,

ion. She was outnumbered and outmatched, but she refused to show fear. She straightene

said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated with unspoken power. He ste

calm. "I'm no trespasser," she replied, her tone cool despite

ty in his eyes. "Your scent tells me otherwise," Kieran murmured, his voice droppi

urning within her. Yet, despite the danger, she did not flinch. "If you already know my story,

that might have been sympathy. "I know what Dorian did to your family," he said quietly. "I know the pai

ip tightening on the hilt of he

chery," he said, his voice low and urgent. "He has made alliances with dark forces, forces that threaten not only Silver Val

ing in his eyes, something that made her hesitate. She searched his face for any sign of deceit, any hint that this was a tr

tone. "What guarantee do I have that this isn't another trap?

n this life, Evelyne," he replied, using her true name as if it were both a benediction and a curse. "But consider this: your survival, y

g, hiding, surviving. She had fought tooth and nail to stay alive, to keep the fire of vengeance burning within

s terrifying. He was Dorian's brother, after all. How could she trust him? How could

ugh her. "I know you have no reason to trust me," he said softly. "But I give you my word, as an Alpha, as a man who

saw was sincerity, a determination that mirrored her own. And in that moment, she realized that she had no othe

d resolute. "Very well," she said. "I accept your proposition. But know th

nd stepped back. "Then let our pact be sealed," he said quietly. "May

t would alter the fate of Silver Vale forever. With every step, Evelyne carried not only the burden of her shattered past but

gh alert, her hand never far from the hilt of her dagger. Kieran led the way, his movements confident, his pre

ad just agreed to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was the brother of her greatest enemy.

r throat. The camp was a sprawling network of tents and makeshift structures, the air filled with the sounds of la

. A place of unity, of strength, of hope. And as she looked at Kieran, at the way his people greete

and. "Welcome to my pack, Evelyne," he said, his voice warm and sincere. "Toget

s she squeezed his hand. "Together," sh

rk of hope ignite within her. The road ahead would be long and fraught with danger, but for the first

anged. The hunt was on. And Ev