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Diana sat on the edge of the bed and untied the ribbon.
She read-only a few lines before her vision blurred.
“My brave little wolf…” her mother had written years ago.
Artemis growled softly, not in anger but in protectiveness. ‘They were proud of us.’
“They believed in me,” Diana whispered. “And they were right to.”
Carefully, she placed the letters into her bag.
Next were the photographs. Some were old and slightly worn at the edges. One of her father lifting her onto his shoulders during a summer festival. One of her mother brushing Diana’s hair while laughing at something off camera. One family portrait taken outside this very cabin.
Diana traced her parents’ faces with her thumb. “I will make you proud.”
‘You already have, Artemis said firmly.
She packed the pictures between folded clothes to keep them safe.
On the small shelf near the window were trinkets-simple things, but precious. A carved wooden wolf her father had made for her tenth birthday. A silver bracelet her mother had given her when she turned sixteen. A pressed wildflower between glass. Diana hesitated over the bracelet before slipping it onto her wrist instead of packing it.
“I will wear this when I stand beside Talon,” she said quietly.
Artemis hummed approvingly. ‘Let them see where we came from.’
She moved through the cabin methodically. Clothes went into her bag-practical ones, mostly. Training attire. A few dresses she rarely wore. Boots. A light coat.
She paused at the corner where her weapons used to rest.
They were gone.
She was no longer a warrior of this pack.
‘You are more than that now, Artemis reminded her.
“Yes,” Diana said. “But I will always be a fighter.”
Time passed quickly. When she finished, only a small stack of furniture and bare shelves remained.
It looked… empty.
Diana slung her bag over her shoulder and took one last look around. “Goodbye.”
Artemis lifted her chin internally. ‘Forward.’
Diana stepped outside, locking the door behind her. She would leave the key with one of the elders. The cabin might house another pack member someday.
As she walked back toward the pack house, her thoughts began drifting again.
The stranger’s eyes. They had been sharp. Observant. As if he had been studying her, not just looking at Ther
‘He knew, Artemis said suddenly.
“Knew what?”
‘That we are not weak.’
Diana’s jaw tightened. “Most of this pack knows that now.”
‘No, Artemis insisted. ‘He knew before that. Before we spoke much. Before we moved.’
Diana slowed slightly but then shook her head again. “Enough. We are leaving. Whatever he is hiding is not our problem.”
And truly, she did not have the mental space for it. Her entire world was shifting tonight. She was stepping into a new life. A new pack. A new title.
Mate to the Alpha King.
As she approached the pack house, she could already sense Talon’s presence inside. Strong. Steady. Like a mountain that could not be moved.
Artemis purred. ‘He is waiting.’
Diana straightened her shoulders.
Inside, pack members moved about, whispering softly. Some watched her with curiosity. Others with something like regret. She had protected this pack. Fought for it. Bled for it. And now she was leaving.
She ignored the stares and walked directly toward Talon. He stood near the large windows of the main hall, speaking quietly with Enzo.
The moment Diana stepped inside, Talon’s head lifted. His eyes found her instantly. The intensity in his gaze softened as it settled on her.
“Mate,” he said, crossing the room in long strides.
Diana felt warmth bloom in her chest. “I am ready.”
His eyes flicked to the bag over her shoulder. “You did not bring much.”
“I do not need much,” she replied. “Only what matters.”
Artemis stood tall within her. ‘We carry our past. And we walk toward our future.’
Talon reached for her free hand, intertwining their fingers.
“Once we leave,” he said quietly so only she could hear, “you will never have to face anything alone again.”
Diana held his gaze. There was no doubt in him. No hesitation. Only certainty.
Behind them, Enzo cleared his throat softly, signaling that preparations were nearly complete.
Diana took a slow breath.
The cabin.
Her parents.
The strange man with the unsettling presence.
For a fleeting second, Damon’s face flashed in her mind.
But the moment Talon’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, grounding her, the memory faded into the background.
Whatever that encounter had been, it belonged to this pack. And she was no longer bound to it.
By the time she stood beside Talon at the entrance of the pack house, ready to depart, she had pushed the memory completely aside.
Her focus was forward.
On Black Howler Pack.
On her mate.
On the life waiting for her beyond these woods.
And just like that, the strange encounter in her cabin became nothing more than a passing shadow in her thoughts-forgotten, for now.
Diana opened her eyes slowly, her senses waking before her thoughts did.
The first thing she noticed was warmth.
Her cheek was pressed against a broad, firm chest, rising and falling in a slow rhythm beneath her. Strong arms were wrapped around her waist, one heavy hand resting possessively at her hip.
Where is she? Diana thought groggily. This is not my room.
Then she inhaled.
Pine. Smoke. Steel. Power.
Talon.
Her mate.
Memory rushed back in a flood.
The urgency in Talon’s voice as he ordered the convoy to move immediately after the interrogation. They hadn’t stopped once. Not to rest. Not to eat properly. Not even when the sun dipped below the horizon, and darkness swallowed the road.
When they left the Crimson Fang territory, scouts had reported rogue movement near the borders. Talon’s jaw had hardened at that. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the captured rogue’s last words-about the Silver Wolf and the howl he had released before dying. A signal. A warning. Or an invitation.
Either way, Talon hadn’t been willing to risk it.
Not with her.
Not when he had already left a significant portion of his royal guard behind in Crimson Fang to stabilize the leadership after the Luna and Beta’s betrayal. Black Howler needed its king. And Talon needed his mate safe within his territory walls.
They had arrived in the dead of night. Diana vaguely remembered the sensation of being lifted-strong arms scooping her up as she drifted in and out of sleep. She hadn’t even opened her eyes. She had simply melted into him.
He had carried her all the way into the Alpha suite.
Which meant… she was in his rooms.
In his bed.
In Black Howler.
A soft rumble vibrated beneath her cheek.
She blinked.
“Are you done thinking about what happened and what you can do next?” Talon’s voice came from above her, deep and laced with quiet amusement.
Diana stiffened slightly. “I didn’t know you were awake. I thought you were still sleeping.”
A low chuckle answered her. Fenrir and are so attuned to you that the moment you woke up, we woke up. I just wanted to give you a few minutes for yourself.”
Her heart softened at that.
Talon Ravenwood-Alpha King. Feared. Ruthless when necessary. A man who could command entire packs with a single word. And yet he gave her space to think.
Diana lifted her head and smiled, brushing her lips gently against his cheek. “Thank you for giving me time for myself.”
The rumble beneath her deepened into a growl. Her eyes widened a fraction.
“Do you think that meager kiss will satisfy me and my wolf?” Talon’s voice darkened.
Before she could react, he moved. In one fluid motion, he shifted, rolling her beneath him. The world tilted, and suddenly Diana was lying on her back against the soft sheets, her dark hair spread across the pillow. Talon hovered over her, his deep blue eyes intense, hair falling slightly forward over his forehead. The morning light filtering through the curtains painted his sharp features in warm hues.
“That,” he said slowly, voice low and deliberate, “is not the proper way to greet your mate good morning.”
Diana swallowed, heat creeping up her neck.
“And what is?” she challenged softly, even as her pulse quickened.
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Let me show you.”
He lowered his head and captured her mouth. The kiss was firm. Possessive. Deep. Not rushed, but deliberate. As if he was reminding her of something. Of him.
His hand slid along her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist before resting at her hip again. Not crossing boundaries. Not demanding. Just claiming.
Diana responded instinctively, her hands rising to his shoulders. The bond between them flared warm and bright, a quiet hum beneath her skin.
When he finally pulled back, their foreheads touched.
His breath brushed against her lips. “You are home.”
The teasing tone had faded, in its place was something rawer.
Diana’s expression softened. “I know.”
But he shook his head slightly. “No. Not just in Black Howler.”
His hand moved to her cheek, thumb brushing gently over her skin. “Home with me.”
Silence filled the space between them.
For a moment, she let herself feel it.
The safety.
The strength of the walls around them.
The steady presence of Fenrir in the background-watchful, calm, satisfied now that his mate was within their territory.
Diana’s gaze shifted slightly, becoming thoughtful. “Talon… the rogues we saw near Crimson Fang. You think they’ll come here?”
His eyes hardened at once. “If they do, they won’t leave.” There was no arrogance in his tone. Just certainty. “I won’t allow anyone to hunt you. Not for your wolf. Not for prophecy. Not for power.”
Diana’s jaw tightened slightly. “I don’t want to hide.”
“I know,” he said immediately. “And you won’t. You’re not someone who hides.” A hint of pride colored his voice. “But you also won’t fight alone.”
She studied him. “You left part of your guard behind because of me.”
“Because of them,” he corrected smoothly. “Crimson Fang needed stabilization. And because I trust my pack.”
“And if the rogues were tracking us?”
“Then they walked straight into a king’s territory.”
A faint smile touched her lips.
Confident. Fierce. Infuriatingly sure of himself.
She liked that about him.
“Today,” Talon shifted slightly, easing some of his weight off her but still hovering close. “We’ll address the council. Let them know you’re here. Officially.”
Diana’s brows lifted. “Officially?”
“Yes.” His gaze burned. “No more whispers. No more speculation. You are my mate. And Black Howler will know it.”
