The drive through the forest was silent. The convoy moved like a procession of shadows, black vehicles gliding over the narrow path that cut through the trees.
Aurelia sat beside Kane in the back seat, her hands locked in her lap, trying not to feel the pulse that beat in time with his. Every few seconds, the faint vibration of the bond brushed against her ribs an echo of his heartbeat, a reminder that distance no longer existed between them.
Outside, the moon dipped lower, bleeding its red light through the fog. Ahead, a mansion rose from the wilderness stone walls carved with ancient symbols, iron gates flanked by guards whose eyes gleamed silver in the dark. The empire of Kane D'Lyric.
Aurelia swallowed hard. "So this is where you hide your kingdom."
"I don't hide it," he said, watching her reflection in the window. "The world just prefers not to see it."
When the gates opened, the sound was deep and final, like the closing of a vault. The car rolled through manicured gardens glowing with faint crimson light. Statues of wolves lined the path, each marked with runes that pulsed faintly, alive.
The mansion doors swung open before the car stopped. Servants in dark uniforms bowed low. Kane stepped out first and offered her a hand.
She hesitated.
"Either take it," he said, voice low, "or let the guards drag you inside. Their manners are worse than mine."
She placed her hand in his. Heat sparked up her arm, the bond humming awake. For one dizzy moment, the world shrank to the warmth of his palm.
The entrance hall was vast marble floors streaked with veins of red, chandeliers shaped like silver moons, portraits of Alphas long dead staring down from the walls. The air smelled of smoke and steel, old magic layered with power.
Aurelia turned in a slow circle. "You live like a god."
Kane's voice came from behind her. "I live like a man who remembers he's mortal."
She faced him. "Mortals don't command armies."
"Mortals bleed," he replied, stepping closer. "And you'll find my blood isn't so different from yours."
The air between them thickened. She could feel the pulse in her collarbone responding to his nearness, the bond tugging her forward. She forced herself to look away, to breathe.
"Where's Lysandra?" she asked.
"In safe keeping," he said. "For now."
"That means prison," she snapped.
"It means alive."
Their eyes met. For a heartbeat, she saw something under his calm fatigue, perhaps guilt. Then it was gone.
He gestured toward the grand staircase. "Come. You need rest."
"I need answers."
"You'll have them," he said. "But not tonight."
Aurelia followed him up the stairs. Each step echoed like a heartbeat. The hallways were lined with doors, each guarded by silent figures. No one spoke, but everyone watched.
At the end of the corridor, Kane stopped before a tall double door carved with the same sigil that burned faintly on her collarbone.
"Your room," he said.
"My cage."
He smiled slightly. "Gold bars still shine, little wolf."
She pushed past him and stepped inside. The room was larger than any she'd ever seen velvet drapes, a fire burning in the hearth, and windows that looked out over the endless forest. The moonlight poured in like blood through glass.
Kane lingered in the doorway. "You're safe here."
Aurelia turned, crossing her arms. "Safe isn't what I asked for."
"No," he said quietly. "You asked for the truth. And you'll have it soon."
He started to turn away. She should have let him go, should have clung to the anger that kept her steady but the bond thrummed again, stronger, demanding.
"Why me?" she asked. "Out of everyone you could have marked, why me?"
Kane paused, one hand on the doorframe. "Because fate doesn't ask permission."
"That's not an answer."
He faced her fully. "It's the only one I have."
The fire crackled, throwing light over his face, and for the first time she saw the faint scar that ran from his temple to his jaw. Not the mark of an untouchable Alpha, but of a man who had bled for something or someone.
She took a step closer before she could stop herself. "What happened to you?"
Kane's eyes flicked to hers. "The same thing that happened to you. Loss. Fire. The Council."
She frowned. "You mean the Crimson Council?"
"They rule the hidden world," he said. "Even Alphas answer to them."
"And me?"
"You're a threat they didn't plan for."
He moved closer, the space between them shrinking until she could feel the warmth of his breath. "They'll come for you soon. And when they do, you'll need to decide whose side you're on."
"I'm not on anyone's side," she whispered.
Kane's gaze dropped briefly to her lips, then rose again. "That's what you tell yourself."
Her heart raced, the bond pulsing hot beneath her skin. For a moment she thought he would touch her then he stepped back, the distance like a wound.
"Rest, Aurelia," he said. "Tomorrow, we begin."
He turned and left the room, the doors closing softly behind him.
Aurelia stood still, her pulse echoing in the silence. The mansion hummed faintly, alive with unseen energy. She walked to the window. Outside, the forest stretched endless and dark, the moonlight carving the landscape into silver and crimson.
She placed a hand against the glass. Her reflection stared back pale, fierce, and marked by a destiny she hadn't chosen. Somewhere below, she heard voices Kane's, low and measured, and another, sharp with contempt.
The Council had arrived
The voices drifted upward through the vented ceiling muffled but distinct enough that Aurelia could catch the edges of their tone. One voice was smooth and calculated; the other, Kane's, lower, roughened by anger.
She slipped quietly toward the hallway. The guards outside gave her wary glances but did not stop her. Either Kane had ordered it, or they were curious to see what the little wolf would do.
The stairwell curved downward into a long corridor of glass and shadow. Beyond it, the mansion opened into a hall of black marble and flickering torches. The air was colder here, touched with the scent of metal and the hum of restrained power.
Five figures stood at a long table men and women cloaked in dark red, faces hidden by masks. The Crimson Council.
Kane stood at the far end, arms folded, expression unreadable.
"You were told to end the hunt," said one of the masked figures. "Instead you bring her into our walls."
"She is mine to protect," Kane replied. "She carries the bond."
"She carries danger," another snapped. "That mark was forbidden."
Aurelia felt the pulse of energy in the room shift toward her. Kane's eyes flicked to where she stood. "Eavesdropping doesn't suit you," he said, voice deceptively mild.
The Council turned. Their collective gaze pressed against her skin like heat.
"I'm not a secret," she said, stepping into the light. "So stop talking about me as if I'm not here."
The first councilor laughed softly. "Bold, this one."
Kane moved to stand beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed. "Careful," he murmured, almost inaudible. "They feed on fear."
"I'm not afraid."
He looked down at her. "You should be."
The lead councilor tapped a gloved finger against the table. "We warned you what would happen if the old bloodline resurfaced."
Aurelia's jaw tightened. "My family was murdered by your order."
"Your family defied us," came the reply. "You are alive because Kane begged for you to be spared. He offered the bond in exchange for your life."
The room tilted. Aurelia's breath caught. "What?"
Kane's silence confirmed it.
"You made me yours to save me?" she whispered.
His voice was low, steady. "It was the only way."
Aurelia stepped back, disbelief and fury tangling in her chest. "You chained me to you without a choice."
"It was that or death," Kane said.
"Then maybe you should have let me die."
The bond pulsed like a wound. A flicker of pain crossed his face brief, but real. The councilors watched, interested.
"Enough," the lead one said. "The girl remains under our jurisdiction. When the moon turns again, the bond must be sealed or severed. Choose, Alpha."
Kane's answer was a single word: "No."
The torches flared, reacting to his defiance. "You forget your place," another hissed.
"I remember it too well," he said. "You built this empire on blood. I'm done adding to it."
Aurelia felt something stir through the bond a rush of power, dark and protective. The councilors sensed it too. Their forms flickered, like shadows recoiling from light.
"This is not finished," the lead one warned. "You have until the next crimson moon."
They vanished, leaving the hall cold and echoing.
Aurelia turned to Kane. "You bound me to save me from them. But now they'll kill you for it."
He gave a faint, humorless smile. "That's been true for a long time."
She wanted to stay angry, but the exhaustion hit harder than rage. "You could have told me."
"You weren't ready to hear it."
"And now?"
"Now you are."
They stood in silence. The firelight caught on the silver of his eyes. He reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and let his hand fall before it became more. The gesture was brief, restrained but the air around them crackled.
"You can hate me," he said softly, "but don't mistake my reasons."
She looked up at him. "You think saving me makes this right?"
"No," he said. "It just makes it bearable."
The heat between them twisted anger, gratitude, longing, all tangled until she couldn't tell which was which. She took a step closer, almost daring herself.
"Tell me one thing," she said. "If the Council demanded it, would you really give me up?"
Kane's breath hitched, the first break in his composure. "I don't obey them anymore."
The bond pulsed once, deep and low. She felt it hum through her bones, the echo of his heartbeat steady and certain.
"Then you've already chosen," she whispered.
He met her gaze, and for a heartbeat the world shrank to nothing but that space between them the charged air, the shared defiance, the unspoken promise.
Then he turned away, the moment collapsing under the weight of what still had to come. "Get some rest," he said quietly. "The Council will move sooner than we think."
Aurelia watched him leave, the heavy doors closing behind him. The hall felt larger without him, emptier, but the bond still throbbed, alive beneath her skin.
She pressed her palm over the mark. "You saved me," she murmured to the empty room, "and doomed us both."
Outside, the crimson moon sank beyond the trees, and the empire of blood waited for dawn.
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