THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY

Silver Cells

The air cracked. The oak folded in half. It didn’t snap; it bent, as if something had grabbed it in the middle and forced it down. The roots tore up with a scream. I hit the ground on my hands and knees, my vision going white at the edges. "You’re trying to destroy it," Fen said. He pulled me back up by the collar. "Command it. There’s a difference." "What’s the difference?" "One of them leaves something standing afterward." Fen’s head snapped toward the tree line. His tattoos started moving again, slow spirals up his forearms. "He's here," Fen said. "The bond," he said, low and fast. "I can see it. Right now, it looks like a chain left in the rain for 20 years. Corroded. Kael's been holding it together by sheer stubbornness." He looked at me. "When he walks in, he's going to use your name. That's how he'll try to pull you back. Don't let him." For a split second, I remembered what bonds meant for us. They weren't just feelings or old promises; they were living things, spun in the marrow and anchored in names spoken beneath full moons. When I first joined the pack, I used to feel the bond like a gentle weight settled across my shoulders...... solid, protective, impossible to ignore. It shaped how we moved, how we changed, even how we fought. And when it frayed, the ache never really faded. If he said my name, the magic would try to wrap me up again, remake the path that tied me to him. "Can you really see it?" I whispered. "The bond?" "Get in the shadows. Now." He was already gone. I pressed into the hollow of a rotted cedar, and that’s when I felt it. The bond. Still there, still pulling, like a fishhook lodged somewhere behind my sternum. Burnt wood and winter. Him. I hated that I could still feel him. My resentment collided with old affection, shame, and longing, tangling until I didn’t know which was strongest. Each feeling attacked the bond inside me, making it feel both like a wound and a chain, something I desperately wanted to rip out. The brush broke. Kael stepped into the clearing. His formal shirt was torn, face scratched up, gold eyes burning. He looked like he'd run the whole way here. Maybe he had. He stood in the center of the clearing and said my name. Just that. "Lira." Raw. Quiet. Nothing like the voice that had cut through the Hall two hours ago. "I know you're here. I made a mistake. I didn't.... I didn't know what you were." I didn’t move. The Elders want the Silver Cells," he said. He was walking slowly, scanning the tree line. "I told them no." He paused. His eyes flicked to mine, like he expected a reaction. "The Silver Cells are the holding rooms beneath the Elders' Hall. They're lined with silver, built to contain anyone too dangerous to be left free, wolves like you. Once someone goes in, they don't come out the same. Their power can't reach beyond those walls." "I'll claim you tonight, right now, in front of the moon. I'll say it was a test. Nobody touches you." He stopped. "Just come back." Six months ago, when hope and loyalty still blinded me, I would have said yes before he finished the sentence. Now, that hope had curdled into anger spiked with grief, and I stayed frozen in place, unable or unwilling to move toward him. But he hadn't come for me. He'd come for the thing that had put his pack on its knees. He'd decided I was worth claiming the second I became a threat. I stepped out. "You don't want me," I said. "You want whatever I turned into in that Hall. Those are different things." His eyes flared. He took a step toward me. "Lira..." "Don't." The silver rose in my eyes. I felt it, and he did too. He stopped mid-step, like something had grabbed him by the throat. "Walk away, Kael. While you still can." He stood there. Frozen. The most powerful Alpha in the territory, and he couldn’t take one more step toward me. Then I heard it. A second set of footsteps. Serena stepped out from behind him. She held a crossbow, a silver-tipped bolt already loaded and aimed. She looked like she’d been waiting for this moment her whole life. "He's been trying to save you," she said. Her voice was perfectly calm, which somehow felt worse than if she’d been screaming. "I told him that was the wrong instinct." She tilted her head. "The pack doesn't need a Monarch, Lira. It needs a body." She pulled the trigger. And Kael moved.