Chapter Nine
686 Words
His Wolf, Her Fire ( part 3 )
E . Peaceleigh
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The next morning arrived with a strange quiet.
Too quiet.
Alina woke early, her instincts twitching under her skin like static. The sky outside was still dark blue, the scent of dawn still thick. She dressed quickly — black tank top, leather pants, and the silver cuff she never took off.
Her wolf was alert.
> Something’s wrong, it whispered.
She stepped out into the hallway, just as Maddox came rushing from the east wing, armor only half-fastened.
“Where’s Kael?” she asked.
“Training field. We have a problem.”
Alina didn’t wait for the rest.
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When she reached the field, it wasn’t training that met her — it was chaos.
Three warriors were laid out on the grass, unconscious but breathing. Their skin was grayish, veins darkened, their clothes shredded.
Kael was kneeling beside one, his expression carved in stone.
“What happened?” Alina demanded.
“They were ambushed,” Kael said, standing. “Just outside the south ridge. Barely made it back.”
Alina dropped to her knees beside the youngest—he couldn’t be older than eighteen.
She touched his wrist.
Cold.
Her eyes flicked to Kael. “This isn’t rogue work. This is—”
“Shadowbeasts,” he finished grimly. “They’ve crossed into the territory.”
The Beta approached. “We need to rally fighters, strengthen the wards, set up double patrols.”
Kael didn’t answer right away. His eyes were on Alina.
He could see it — the way she didn’t flinch. How she knelt in control, steady, calm. She wasn’t just back.
She was ready to lead.
Finally, he spoke. “No. We don’t split the pack. We strengthen the core first. We train. Hard. Starting today.”
He turned to Alina.
“I want you to help lead it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Not afraid I’ll take your place?”
His jaw twitched. “Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
She held his gaze a long moment, then nodded. “Fine. But I do things my way.”
Kael nodded once. “Then make them ready.”
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Later that day, the training grounds echoed with sounds of steel, fists, and fury.
Alina stood at the center, barking orders, correcting stances, dragging warriors to their feet with unapologetic grit. She didn’t care that some glared at her behind her back. She earned respect the same way she rebuilt herself: with fire.
Kael watched from the edge, arms folded.
Brielle approached him, eyes cold.
“She’s turning them,” she hissed. “They’ll follow her.”
Kael didn’t look away from the field. “Then maybe she should lead.”
Brielle stepped back like he’d struck her.
“She’s your mate. She’ll be your ruin.”
“No,” he said quietly. “She might be the only reason we survive.”
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Night fell. The forest was still.
Alina stood on the balcony outside her room, wind dancing through her long hair.
Kael joined her again, uninvited but expected.
He looked different tonight — tired, honest.
“I wasn’t ready for you then,” he said.
“And now?” she asked, voice soft.
He turned to her fully. “Now I know what losing you feels like.”
Alina studied him. “You still think the curse will take me?”
He nodded.
“Then let it try,” she said. “Because I’m not leaving.”
She reached up, fingers brushing his chest. Right above his heart.
“Next time you reject me,” she whispered, “just know — I’ll survive again.”
Kael’s hand covered hers. Warm. Solid.
But his eyes?
His eyes begged.
Not for forgiveness.
For time.
And maybe… for hope.
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Far beyond the pack border, in a clearing of dead trees, something stirred.
Eyes glowed red in the dark.
The shadowbeasts were watc
hing.
Waiting.
And the bond between Kael and Alina?
It wasn’t just fate.
It was a weapon.
One both sides were now ready to use.
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