Lila’s lips meet mine, and I let it happen, let her press herself against me, her warmth pulling me into a familiar rhythm. But my wolf doesn’t respond. The kiss feels hollow, a distraction from the battle waging inside me.
When I pull back, Lila’s eyes search mine, but whatever she’s looking for, she doesn’t find it
“Raiden,” she whispers, a note of vulnerability slipping through her usually flawless facade.
I can’t give her what she wants. Not anymore. But I don’t speak the words aloud. Instead, I murmur. “Ill handle it.”
The lie burns as I say it, but I force myself to walk away, ignoring the ache in my chest and the furious snarl of my wolf.
The moon hangs high, casting an ethereal glow over the empty space. I shouldn’t be here. But my feet carry me forward, unbidden.
And then I see her.
Siena.
She’s alone, her movements fluid and precise as she goes through her drills. Her body moves with lethal grace, every motion a testament to her dedication. Her hair is pulled back, but a few strands have come loose. framing her face as she moves through a series of strikes with her daggers.
I should leave. I should turn around and walk away,
But I don’t
“Couldn’t sleep either?” My voice is rough, and she freezes mid–motion. Her head turns, eyes narrowing when she sees me
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“Raiden.” Her tone is guarded, her expression unreadable.
I step closer, keeping my distance, but unable to stop myself from watching her “You’re pushing yourself toe hant
She sports softly, wiping the sweat from her brow “Funny. I could say the same about you”
I hate how familiar she still feels, how easily she can smravel me with just a look
“Why are you really here?” Siena asks softly, her gaze piercing through me.
I don’t have an answer. Or maybe I do, but I’m not rearly to admit it.
“Habit,” I murmur instead, but she doesn’t buy it.
“Liar.”
A ghost of a smile touches her lips, and for a moment, I remember what it was like before everything fell apart. Before pride and duty push her away.
“Siena…” I take a step closer, but she lifts a hand, stopping me.
“Don’t.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it stops me cold. “You made your choice, Raiden. And I made mine”
My chest tightens, and for a moment, I want to tell her everything–how wrong I was, how much I regret –
But I don’t.
“I heard you want to replace Windhowl’s warriors in the next tournament,” she says, her eyes narrowing, “With Silverfang competitors.”
The alliance council suggested it,” I reply, keeping my voice even. They thought-
“They thought? Or you thought?” She takes a step forward.
“The mountain course is treacherous. Silverfang has more experience with-
“Stop.” Her voice cuts like steel. “My warriors are worth ten of yours on a bad day, Raiden. We don’t need your help to win
this.
I feel my temper rising. This stubborn pride of hers–it’s exactly what drove us apart before.
“This isn’t about who’s better,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s about presenting a united front to the other packs.
“A united front?” She laughs, the sound sharp and brittle. “Under Silverfang’s banner, you mean. While Windhowl stands in the shadows.”
“Siena, be reasonable The familiar frustration bubbles up. “Your pride will cost your pack”
“And your interference will cost you the last of my respect, she counters. “We don’t need your assistance.” She crosses her arms. “My warriors are worth ten of yours on a bad day, Raiden. We don’t need your help to win this.”
The familiar anger ignites, burning away any lingering tenderness. This is exactly why we couldn’t last–her stubborn pride,
her refusal to see reason
“This isn’t about your warriors,” I snap. “This is about appearances. Or have you forgotten our agreement?”
Her jaw tightens. “I haven’t forgotten anything.”
That was the deal.
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A united front doesn’t mean Windhowl surrenders its identity, the counters. Or its place in the tournament
1 laugh, the sound harsh even to my own cars “And there it is. The real Siena–putting her pride before everything else Before tradition, before logic, before the good of both our packe
“This has nothing to do with pride-
“It has
everything to do with pride!” My voice rises, echoing in the clearing. “You’d rather risk everything them accept help from me. From the man you once claimed to love.”
Her eyes flash. “Don’t you dare use that against me.”
“Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re letting your feelings about me cloud your judgment.
“And you’re letting your need to control everything dictate mine.” She steps closer, defiant. “My pack competes with warriors or not at all”
Blood pounds in my temples. This woman–this infuriating, stubborn woman–has always known exactly how to push me to the edge.
“You’re making a mistake, I growl.
“It wouldn’t be my first,” she replies coldly. “I married you, after all.”
With one sentence, she’s torn open the wound and I hate her as I ever have.
