Terms of Survival
550 Words
January barely slept.
The warmth of the cabin was foreign, the scent of rogues surrounding her like a warning. Every time she closed her eyes, Kieran’s voice haunted her.
"I reject you."
Each time the memory resurfaced, her chest tightened, her wolf whimpered, and the ache of the severed bond burned through her.
But grief wouldn’t save her now.
She forced herself upright, swallowing down the stiffness in her body. Her wounds had already started healing, a benefit of being a wolf, but her strength hadn’t returned.
The door creaked open.
January tensed instinctively as Lucian Draven stepped inside, his silver eyes sharp as they assessed her.
"You’re alive," he said dryly. "Impressive."
January clenched her jaw. "You don’t sound thrilled."
Lucian smirked. "I just don’t like dealing with debts."
She narrowed her eyes. "I didn’t ask for your help."
"And yet, here you are."
He moved closer, stopping a few feet from her. Even standing still, he radiated power, the kind that wasn’t just about brute strength, but command and control.
"Now," he said, crossing his arms. "Let’s talk about why a marked pack wolf was half-dead on my land."
January hesitated. She couldn’t tell him everything.
"I left," she said simply.
Lucian raised an eyebrow. "Left? Or was cast out?"
January’s fingers curled around the fur blanket. So he wasn’t stupid.
"Does it matter?" she asked.
Lucian studied her for a long moment. Then, he leaned against the wooden table, his expression unreadable.
"To me? No. But to you? It should." His voice was even, but there was an edge to it. "Pack wolves don’t survive long without their Alpha’s protection. Especially ones that have been… rejected."
January’s pulse spiked.
She stiffened, hiding her reaction, but Lucian’s gaze sharpened like he had caught the slight shift in her heartbeat.
"Ah," he murmured, something unreadable flickering through his expression. "So that’s it. You were cast aside."
Heat rose to her face, but she refused to break eye contact.
"What do you want from me?" she demanded.
Lucian tilted his head. "That depends. How long do you plan to stay?"
January forced herself to stand, even though her legs felt weak beneath her. "I won’t be here long."
Lucian chuckled, low and deep. "Is that so? Because from where I’m standing, you’re barely capable of walking."
January’s jaw tightened. She hated that he was right.
"I’ll leave as soon as I’m able," she snapped.
"That’s a problem." Lucian pushed off the table, stepping closer. "I don’t allow unknown wolves to stay in my territory without a reason. You’re either useful, or you’re gone."
Tension thickened in the air. He wasn’t threatening her yet. But she wasn’t naive. If she didn’t prove herself valuable, she wouldn’t be welcome here much longer.
"And how exactly do I prove I’m useful?" she asked, lifting her chin.
Lucian’s silver eyes glimmered with challenge.
"You fight."
January blinked. "What?"
"You want to stay? You prove you can survive. Simple as that."
Her stomach twisted. She was still healing, still regaining her strength. But there was no fear in Lucian’s stance. He wasn’t testing her to kill her.
He was testing her to see if she was worth keeping.
January exhaled slowly.
"Fine," she said, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Let’s fight."
Lucian’s smirk deepened.
"Good."
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