Whispers in the Dark
1628 Words
Olivia's POV
The house feels colder tonight.
Not because of the wind sneaking through the windows, but because I can feel him. Silas.
He’s somewhere in this house ….breathing the same air, walking the same halls ….and every step I take feels like stepping into his shadow.
I try to calm my thoughts, but they’re messy. Loud. I keep seeing his face after the attack … the way he smiled while blood still dripped from his hands, like killing was as easy as breathing. Like it meant nothing.
And yet, part of me had wanted to believe him.
That he was only protecting me.
That all of this chaos was because the bond made him… different.
But that lie doesn’t fit anymore.
I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the moonlight spilling through the curtains. My wolf stirs beneath my skin ….restless, uneasy. It’s never quiet these days. Sometimes I wonder if she feels the same dread I do.
He said the Moon Goddess spoke to him.
That she told him I belonged to him.
The words keep circling in my mind, sharp and poisonous. The Goddess wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. Right?
I press my palms against my chest, trying to steady my heartbeat. The bond burns like a fever that won’t break. I feel all three of them somewhere deep inside me Kael’s steady cold, Riven’s wild pulse, Silas’s heat that feels more like a cage than comfort.
I don’t know which part of it is real anymore.
When the door creaks open, I almost jump.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” Riven’s voice is soft, hoarse. He leans against the doorframe, shirtless again, his hair still wet from a shower. He looks tired and not his usual cocky kind of tired, but the quiet kind that comes after too much thinking.
“I keep seeing the rogues,” I whisper. “And Silas.”
Riven walks closer. “You’re not the only one.”
He sits beside me, close enough that our shoulders brush. His warmth helps, even if I don’t want to admit it.
“He’s not right,” I say finally. “Something’s off about him. When the rogues attacked… one of them stopped. Like he recognized Silas.”
Riven’s jaw tightens. “I noticed.”
He pauses, then looks at me. “Kael doesn’t believe me. He thinks Silas was just trying to keep control. But I saw it too. That rogue didn’t attack him, it obeyed him.”
The words sink in like ice water.
“What does that mean?”
Riven hesitates. “It means Silas might not just be linked to you. He might be linked to something else. Something darker.”
I swallow hard. “And you didn’t tell Kael?”
He runs a hand through his hair. “He’s Alpha-trained. He needs proof. But if I tell him what I really think, he’ll go after Silas and one of them will end up dead. And right now, that might break you.”
He’s right. The thought of losing any of them , even Silas makes my chest ache. That’s the curse of this bond. It ties you to people who can destroy you, and still makes you crave them.
Riven reaches out and traces a line down my arm, slow and tender. “You don’t have to face this alone, Liv.”
I look up, and there’s something in his eyes that hurts…. raw honesty.
He’s scared too.
“I’m tired, Riven,” I whisper. “Of being pulled apart. Of not knowing what’s real.”
He exhales, fingers brushing my jaw. “Then maybe you should find out for yourself.”
Before I can ask what he means, he leans in — not a kiss, not quite — just close enough for our breaths to mix. “You can feel the truth if you let yourself. The bond doesn’t lie.”
When he leaves, the room feels emptier than before.
But his words stay. The bond doesn’t lie.
I close my eyes and reach inward, the way the Luna instructors used to tell us during meditation. I focus on the three threads that pulse inside me — three connections, three pulls.
Kael’s thread feels heavy, like metal. Steady. Cold, but grounding.
Riven’s feels like fire — bright, alive, burning too fast.
Silas’s… his is different. It feels like smoke. Beautiful, but suffocating. It moves when I try to grasp it, twisting and hissing like it has its own mind.
When I touch it deeper, I hear something. A whisper. Not from Silas, but from something else. Something ancient.
You were never meant to belong to three.
I gasp and pull away, my heart hammering.
The air in my room feels wrong now, heavy with something unseen. The whisper fades, but the chill it leaves behind stays.
By morning, I decide to confront Kael.
He’s already awake when I find him in the war room — of course he is. There’s a map stretched across the table again, and he’s marking something with a blade. His movements are precise, controlled, like always.
“You look pale,” he says, without looking up.
“I didn’t sleep.”
“You should.”
“I can’t,” I say sharply. “Not when there’s something wrong with Silas.”
That makes him look up. His eyes, gold and unreadable, study me for a long time. “You’re sure?”
“I saw it,” I say. “Riven did too. The rogues followed him. One even stopped when he looked at it.”
Kael exhales slowly, his expression darkening. “If you’re right, that means he’s using magic. Forbidden magic.”
The word magic makes my stomach twist. We’re taught it’s poison to wolves. Ancient, unpredictable, and corrupting.
“Then why would he—”
Kael cuts me off, voice low. “Because he’s desperate. The bond made him unstable. If he thinks you’ll choose one of us over him…”
He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t need to. I already know. Silas would burn this entire pack to ash before letting that happen.
Kael steps closer, lowering his voice. “Stay away from him.”
“I can’t. The bond—”
“Then fight it,” he says, sharp. “You’re stronger than you think, Olivia. Stop letting it control you.”
His words hit deep. No one ever told me I was strong before. Not like this.
I nod slowly. “What if it’s already too late?”
Kael’s jaw tightens. “Then I’ll make sure he never hurts you.”
Something in his tone makes me shiver. He means it.
And for the first time, I’m not sure what scares me more — Silas’s madness, or Kael’s willingness to kill for me.
***
Later that afternoon, Kael goes to find Silas. I don’t follow, but I hear the tension in the house long before I see it.
They’re in the training yard.
Silas sits on the stone steps, rolling a dagger between his fingers. The picture of carelessness. Kael stands over him, tense and guarded.
“You’ve been busy,” Kael says evenly.
Silas’s head tilts. “Is this about the rogues again?”
Kael folds his arms. “Riven and Olivia saw one stop. It looked at you like it knew you. Like it was waiting.”
Silas laughs — sharp, humorless. “So now I’m friends with the rogues? That’s a new one.”
“Stop joking,” Kael snaps. “You’ve been acting strange. And if I find out you’ve been using—”
“Magic?” Silas interrupts, a grin spreading slowly. “You think I’d stoop that low? Come on, brother. You of all people should know better.”
Kael’s stare doesn’t soften. “I’m not playing games, Silas.”
“Well, neither am I.” Silas stands, stepping closer until they’re almost chest to chest. “You think you can scare me with your Alpha voice? You’ve been trying to control everyone since we were pups. Maybe you should try trusting your family for once.”
“Trust?” Kael’s voice turns colder. “You’ve given me nothing but reasons to doubt you.”
Silas’s grin fades just a little, his tone dipping lower. “If I wanted to use magic, Kael… I wouldn’t need rogues to do my dirty work.”
For a second, silence fills the space between them — heavy and dangerous. Then Silas smiles again, all teeth and charm, and walks away, tossing the dagger into the dirt as if the whole thing had been a joke.
Kael stands there for a long time after he’s gone. His hands are shaking. He doesn’t like being made to look like a fool — not by Silas, not by anyone.
When he finally turns back inside, his jaw is clenched tight enough to c***k bone.
***
He finds me in the library an hour later. I’m reading, or pretending to, but my thoughts keep circling him. The moment he steps in, I know something’s wrong.
“What happened?” I ask quietly.
Kael’s voice is clipped, restrained. “Don’t speak of this again. Not to me. Not to Riven. Not to anyone.”
I frown. “Kael—”
“I mean it.” He steps closer, his tone cutting. “Whatever you think you saw… drop it.”
There’s anger in his eyes, but something else too — shame, maybe. Frustration. The kind that comes from being lied to and knowing it.
“Did he say something?” I ask softly.
Kael exhales, sharp and short. “He laughed. That’s all you need to know.”
He leaves before I can say another word.
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