Chapter Five
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Kira
By the next morning, the pack had already decided something was wrong, even if no one said it out loud. It was there in the training grounds, in the way everything moved just slightly off rhythm. Blades still clashed and orders were still given, but the movements were too precise, too controlled, like everyone was performing normal instead of living it.
That wasn’t how we trained. Wolves adapted. We reacted, we made mistakes, we corrected them. What I was seeing now wasn’t discipline, it was restraint.
They’re holding back, Nyra murmured.
“I can see that.”
Not just in training, she added. In everything.
My gaze moved slowly across the grounds, more deliberate now. A group near the far end fell quiet the moment I stepped into their line of sight. It wasn’t abrupt, not enough to draw attention, but it was enough to notice. I kept walking, my boots pressing into the dirt as the steady rhythm of sparring continued around me.
Another pair adjusted their stance mid-spar, their focus breaking for a fraction of a second before snapping back into place. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly. It was awareness.
Of me.
That hadn’t been there before.
“You’ve changed their balance,” Nyra said.
“I didn’t ask for that.”
It doesn’t matter.
That was the problem. Nothing about this was moving the way it should.
“Kira.”
I didn’t turn immediately. I knew that voice.
Dimir.
I let a second pass before facing him. “You’ve started a habit,” I said. “Appearing without warning.”
He stood a few steps away, posture relaxed, expression unreadable in that controlled way he carried so easily. “I thought you preferred it that way.”
“I don’t remember saying that.”
“You didn’t.”
“Then stop assuming.”
“Then stop being predictable.”
That almost made me pause, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I folded my arms instead. “What do you want?”
His gaze moved over me briefly, not lingering, but not careless either. It felt like he was measuring something, trying to make sense of something that didn’t quite fit. “Nothing urgent,” he said. “Just checking if you’ve decided to start causing more problems.”
I exhaled lightly. “Disappointing. I was planning to take the day off.”
“That would be unlike you.”
“So would agreeing with the elders.”
That landed. I saw it in the slight shift of his jaw before he smoothed it over again. There it was, that edge, that almost familiar rhythm between us that didn’t feel forced.
“You’re being watched,” he said.
“I noticed.”
“You don’t seem concerned.”
“I am. Just not in the way they expect.”
His gaze sharpened slightly. “Which is?”
“That I’ll adjust,” I said. “That I’ll fall back into place.”
“And you won’t.”
“No.”
There was no hesitation in it. Just truth.
A quiet pause settled between us, not tense, just aware. Nyra stirred beneath the surface.
He’s closer today.
I didn’t ask what she meant. I felt it too. Something about him had shifted, not outwardly, not enough for anyone else to call it out, but it was there. Focused. Intent. Like his attention wasn’t just on me, but through me.
“You shouldn’t move around alone,” he said.
I raised a brow. “That sounds like an order.”
“It’s not.”
“It sounded like one.”
“Then don’t treat it like one.”
“Then say it better.”
A faint flicker crossed his expression before it disappeared. “You should stay close,” he corrected.
“Better,” I said. “Still not convincing.”
I stepped past him, expecting him to let it go. He didn’t. He moved with me, matching my pace, not beside me, but close enough to matter.
He’s keeping you within range, Nyra noted.
“I can tell.”
“You felt it,” he said.
Not a question.
My chest tightened slightly. “Yes.”
“The bond didn’t settle properly.”
“No,” I said. “It didn’t.”
Saying it out loud made it real in a way it hadn’t been before. Heavier. Something we couldn’t ignore anymore.
Nyra stirred again, more alert this time, and then something brushed the edge of my awareness. It was faint, but distinct. Not the Alpha-Link. Different. Colder. Stronger.
She went completely still.
That’s him.
My steps slowed slightly.
Not Alaric.
No.
This was something else.
It didn’t pull. It didn’t command. It didn’t try to force anything. It simply watched, like something standing just beyond reach, observing without interfering.
Dimir didn’t move, but something in him shifted, subtle and controlled, like he felt it too. Like he had been expecting it.
The name surfaced without effort.
Kael.
Not mine.
His.
The presence faded slightly, but it didn’t disappear. It lingered.
“You’re not telling me everything,” I said.
“No.”
At least he was honest.
“That’s not helpful.”
“It’s not meant to be.”
I stopped walking. He stopped too. That wasn’t coincidence. I turned to face him fully this time. “Then stop managing it,” I said quietly. “And tell me what I’m missing.”
Something flickered in his gaze. Not hesitation. Restraint.
“You weren’t supposed to be chosen,” he said.
This time, I believed him. Not because of the words, but because of how he said them.
“What does that mean?”
“It means something interfered.”
“With what?”
“The Rite.”
That didn’t make sense. “The Rite doesn’t get interfered with.”
“It wasn’t supposed to.”
Nyra stirred sharply.
That’s not the only thing that’s wrong.
My pulse picked up slightly, the air around us tightening.
“He’s still holding something back,” she added.
“I can see that.”
“Then what else aren’t you telling me?” I asked.
Dimir held my gaze, steady and measured, but for the first time since this started, there was something else there.
Uncertainty.
That unsettled me more than anything else.
“You need to stay close to me,” he said.
This time, it wasn’t a suggestion.
There was weight behind it.
Something real.
Something immediate.
I should have pushed back. Questioned it. Walked away.
Instead, I stayed where I was, watching him, trying to understand why someone like him, controlled, precise, always certain, looked like he was anticipating something he couldn’t fully stop.
Behind us, the training grounds continued as if nothing had changed. Like the pack was still whole. Still controlled. Still certain.
But beneath it, I could feel it now.
Clearer than before.
That fracture.
Spreading.
Slow.
Quiet.
Irreversible.
And somewhere within it, whatever had answered when I rejected that bond was still there.
Still watching.
Still waiting.
And this time, it didn’t feel small.
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