Zephyrine
It wasn’t the sunlight that woke me.
It was the heavy scent of an Ash Pack wolf. Thick, grounding, and unmistakable. They never move without purpose.
I flutter my eyes open and stay still, listening.
“Zephyr?”
Jurrek’s voice cuts through the morning quiet, and a cold chill runs down my spine, My pack’s Beta. My brother’s Beta.
I rise at once, grabbing my robe and heading out of my chamber. As I walk toward the pack’s exit, I hear whispers. The werewolf members of hue pack are talking, moving quickly. Something must have happened.
I step into the openne beyond the gate. The wind greets me, sharp and cold.
Then I feel him behind me.
I turn slowly and meet Jurrek Bane’s eyes. My brother’s most loyal man.
Broad–shouldered, sharp–jawed, wrapped in a white fur–lined coat marked with the Ash Pack crest. His brown eyes are steady, filled with something I don’t want to name.
He bows his head to me, and I look away, jaw tight. I don’t deserve that.
“How have you been, Zephyr?” His voice scrapes through me and I force myself to meet his gaze.
“How long has it been?” he asks again.
“Five years,” I whisper. My eyes lower, drawn into memories I’ve tried to bury. I left Ash Pack behind, but it follows me, especially in moments like this.
“I heard you recovered your parents‘ ashes,” he says.
“Yes.”
The word catches in my throat. I still can’t look at him. The guilt always lingers like smoke from a fire long extinguished.
“I should take them back to Ash Pack,” Jurrek says gently. “And maybe, maybe it’s time for you toe back too. The pack needs an Alpha.”
“I will bring my parent home myself and the pack will have its Alpha.” I lift my chin, forcing strength into my voice. “Varyn will return, Jurrek. He will.”
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Then he nods. Eyes cast downward. Everyone knows how obsessed I am with that belief. That my brother, our General, is still
alive,
“There’s still no word,” he says quietly. “Hisrades returned from the battlefield, but no one knows what became of him. Zephyr… it’s been five years. Don’t you think it’s time you take his ce?”
Be Alpha?
I shake my head.
“No.” The thought is a weight I can’t carry. “Varyn wille back. And my answer will always be the same. I won’t take his ce.”
Jurrek doesn’t argue. Instead, he walks to his white powerful horse, reaching into a saddlebag and pulling out a golden scroll. He extends it to me.
extends
“You must’ve heard,” he says. “The Lycan King is dead.”
I arch a brow. I’d heard. I’d seen the heir.
The memory ofst night ws through me. Those pale eyes, that unnatural stillness. His presence had felt like something ancient. Not just powerful. Ominous.
“Yes, I know,” I murmur. “What about it?”
“There’s a coronation tomorrow. Apex Blood will be crowned and for the first time in Lycan history, werewolf packs have been invited. The Ash Pack was the first. This scroll was hand–delivered by the Lycan Prince’s elder sister herself.”
I blink at him.
“What will you do, Zephyr?” he asks. “The Alpha’s name is written on it. Should we ignore the invitation?”
My eyes drop to the scroll.
A golden seal. The scent of Lycan magic still clings to it.
Why Ash Pack first?
I take it from him, my hand trembling.
“Represent the pack, Jurrek,” I say softly. “Go in Varyn’s name. And send more men to the borders. Ask about the battle from five years ago. Any whisper. Any trace of my brother.”
Jorek doesn’t question me. Doesn’t flinch. He bows again, then mounts his horse and rides off, fading into the pale morning.
I stand alone in the cold, watching until he disappears, until the wind wraps around me again like a reminder.
Eventually, I return to Hue Pack and slip back into my room. I sit on the edge of my bed, heart pounding.
The Lycan Kingdom is opening its gates to werewolves? The former king never even acknowledged us, let alone sent invitations.
I unwrap the scroll.
The words are handwritten, a ck–inked crest of the Lycan Empire stamped at the top.
To Alpha Varyn of the Ash Pack,
い
You are formally invited to attend the coronation of Apex Blood, heir to the Lycan Empire.
Your strength and loyalty to the realm have not gone unnoticed. Your presence would honor the ceremony.
Date: Under the bright sky tomorrow.
– Bymand of the Crown.’
I exhale, the scroll shaking in my grip.
Apex Blood had invited my brother. Varyn, the General of Ash Pack. The war hero.
I reach into my drawer and pull out a small chest. Inside lies the bracelet Ka had flung at my feet and a hairpin simple, carved with marble edges. Broken, one piece lost forever. My tenth birthday gift from my brother.
I ce the scroll beside it and close the chest, pressing my palm to the lid.
Varyn… where are you?
No answeres. Just the sound of the pack gate creaking open.
I rise and walk to the window.
A carriage rides in, ornate and proud, bearing the crest of ckbridge Pack.
She hasn’t even stepped out before her scent cuts through the air.
Ka
Hue Pack guards rush forward. Maids line the path in silence. Every pack member pauses to stare.
I’ve read about her. Heard the whispers. I was alive when the legends began.
Ka Bridge, the first female envoy ever chosen for a mission. Born of a Beta. Returned now after five years of sess to be named host.
Men adore her beauty, Women praise her brilliance. She’s everything society celebrates and here she is, arriving like a queen.
She steps down from her carriage with elegance, fingertips grazing her gown. Then she lifts her head.
Our eyes meet. Brief. Sharp. Like a challenge.
Then she walks past, followed by guards and maids, treatment 1, the Alpha’s mate, have never received.
I wonder if her arrival has something to do with the Lycan King’s death… or Apex’s coronation tomorrow.
Either way, she’s here for a reason.
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