The estate was a labyrinth of gilded cages.
I spent the next few days wandering the halls, always followed by two massive, silent guards who looked like they were made of muscle and bad intentions. They didn't speak; they just watched. I was a bird in a golden cage, draped in the finest silks and fed the richest foods, but I was still a prisoner.
Everywhere I went, I felt the eyes of the Pack. The staff, the guards, the gardeners-they all had that same intensity. That same unnatural stillness.
But it was the North Tower that called to me.
It sat at the edge of the cliffs, a jagged spire of ancient stone that looked as though it were trying to claw its way into the sky. Girard had forbidden me from entering it. "Rule Four," he had added over dinner, his eyes dark. "The North Tower is off-limits."
Naturally, it was the first place I went when the guards were distracted by a shipment of weapons arriving at the docks.
I slipped through the shadows of the garden, my bare feet silent on the cold stone. The air grew colder as I approached the tower, smelling of salt, wet earth, and something metallic-something like old blood.
The door was heavy oak, reinforced with iron. It creaked as I pushed it open, revealing a spiraling stone staircase that seemed to descend into the very heart of the cliff.
I climbed. My heart was a drum in my ears. At the top was a single, circular room.
There were no windows. The only light came from a massive stone basin in the center of the room, filled with a shimmering, dark liquid that looked like liquid obsidian. Around the room were cages-massive, reinforced steel cages-but they weren't for people. They were too large.
"You shouldn't be here, Arielle."
I whirled around. A woman stood in the doorway. She was beautiful in a cold, predatory way, with hair as white as bone and eyes a piercing, unkind blue. Soline.
"I'm the mistress of this house," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I go where I please."
Soline laughed, a jagged sound that echoed off the stone walls. "Mistress? You're a stabilize. A biological dampener. Do you know what this room is?"
She walked toward the stone basin, her fingers trailing through the dark liquid. "This is where the Alphas come when the madness takes them. When the beast grows too strong for the man to contain. Girard comes here to scream, Arielle. He comes here to be chained so he doesn't tear his own pack apart."
She turned to me, her eyes narrowing. "He thinks you can save him. He thinks a little human blood can quiet the storm of centuries. But look at this."
She gestured to the walls. I saw the scratch marks-deep, jagged gouges in the solid stone. Marks that no human could have made.
"He's a monster, little girl. And eventually, he'll grow tired of playing house. He'll want to hunt. And you? You're the closest prey."
A low, subsonic growl rumbled from the staircase. The temperature in the room plummeted.
Girard was standing there. He didn't look like the man in the bespoke suits. He looked raw. Unhinged. His eyes were pure, molten gold, and his chest was heaving.
"Soline," he rasped, the sound more animal than human. "Leave us."
Soline bowed her head, a smirk still playing on her lips, and disappeared into the shadows.
Girard walked toward me, his movements twitchy and violent. He backed me against the stone basin, his heat clashing with the cold of the tower. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the stone.
"I told you," he hissed, his face inches from mine.
"Off. Limits."
"Is it true?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Do you come here to be chained?"
He let out a jagged breath, his forehead resting against mine. "I come here because I am losing my mind, Arielle. And right now... the only thing keeping me from shifting and tearing this room apart is the scent of your skin."
He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto mine with a desperation that was terrifying. It wasn't a kiss; it was a battle. He tasted of copper and rain. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me so close I could feel every corded muscle in his body.
In the North Tower, surrounded by the ghosts of his madness, the bond didn't just spark. It exploded.
