Chapter 5: Teeth behind smiles.
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Moonridge territory smelled like wet earth and old pine the way it always had—familiar, almost comforting.
But as Elara crossed the boundary stones at dawn, every instinct she owned screamed wrong.
The pack’s patrols were doubled. Wolves moved in tight groups, not pairs. The air tasted of adrenaline and rumor, the kind that spreads faster than scent.
A young runner spotted her near the treeline and froze. “Beta Elara!”
His relief was too loud, too desperate.
“Easy,” Elara said, smoothing her expression into calm authority. “Where is Alpha Webb?”
The runner’s ears flattened. “In the hall. He’s—he’s been furious. He said if you weren’t back by sunrise, he’d—”He swallowed hard.
Elara finished for him. “He’d assume I betrayed him.”
The runner didn’t deny it.
Elara kept walking, spine straight, pace steady, as if she hadn’t spent the night in the arms—almost the arms—of their enemy alpha.
Inside the great hall, repairs were already underway from the devastation of the Gathering. Charred beams had been hauled out. Stone floors scrubbed. But you couldn’t scrub out the fear.
Alpha Marcus Webb stood at the far end, speaking to Beta Harrison in a low, urgent voice.
When Webb saw Elara, he turned slowly—and smiled.It was the same smile he’d worn when she was fourteen and terrified and newly chosen as his beta. The smile that said You are safe with me.
Now it looked like a blade painted gold.
“Elara,” Webb said warmly, too warmly. “There you are.”
Elara dropped into a respectful bow, careful not to let the pendant shift beneath her clothing. “Alpha.”
Webb stepped forward, circling her as if she were a horse at market. “You disappeared during the fighting. I was concerned.”
Harrison’s eyes stayed fixed on Elara’s chest, on the subtle rise and fall of her breath. Elara felt his suspicion like a hand around her throat.“I was struck,” Elara said, letting a hint of vulnerability enter her voice. “I woke outside the ruins. Disoriented. I hid until I could move safely.”
Webb’s smile widened. “How prudent.”
He stopped in front of her. His gaze was kind. His scent was not.
“Tell me,” he said softly, “did Alpha Blackwood find you?”
Elara held his eyes. “No.”
A lie.
The bond at her core thrummed in protest, as if truth itself was a living creature that hated being caged.
Webb studied her for a long moment. Then he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear—paternal, almost affectionate.“Good,” he said. “Because I would hate to think my best beta had been… influenced.”
Behind him, Harrison shifted his weight, restless.
Webb turned slightly, addressing the room. “Prepare the war council. Shadowfell attacked our Gathering unprovoked, and now they lick their wounds like the beasts they are.”
Elara’s stomach knotted. Unprovoked. He was rewriting history in real time.
“And Elara,” Webb added, voice still gentle, “you’ll attend. I have a special task for you.”
Elara forced her face into obedient calm. “Of course, Alpha.”
Webb’s eyes glinted. “I need you to retrieve something from our archives. An item my predecessor kept hidden. A relic. One that belongs to the pack.”Elara’s blood chilled.
He doesn’t know about the pendant for certain, she told herself. He’s fishing.
Webb leaned closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear.
“It’s shaped like a crescent moon,” he whispered. “Black stone. Warm to the touch. If you find it… bring it to me immediately.”
Elara didn’t react. She couldn’t afford to.
But inside her chest, the pendant pulsed once—hot as a warning.
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