My Mate Killed My Brother

ALARIC The history books didn’t tell the full story. I’d spent the day in our archives, researching the last witch-vampire […]

CASS I broke into the witch archives at midnight. Two days until exile. Two days to find answers Alaric’s documents

CASS Four days until exile. I spent them researching. Desperate. Looking for any loophole, any ancient spell, any possibility that

ALARIC I followed her. Improper? Yes. Stalking? Probably. But the bond left me no choice. Every hour she spent in

CASS The council of elders convened at dawn. I’d been summoned—no, commanded—to appear before them. My mother’s grim face told

ALARIC Three days since she’d fled. Three days of agony as the bond stretched across the distance between us. I

CASS I left at dawn. Didn’t wait for the promised meeting. Didn’t say goodbye. Just teleported back to pack lands

CASS I attacked him at midnight. Stupid. Reckless. But I couldn’t stand it—the pull in my chest that demanded I

FOUR DAYS LATER ALARIC I didn’t want to be here. The witch territories smelled like earth magic and old grudges.

They buried my brother on a Tuesday. The Silverfang pack gathered in the sacred grove, dressed in mourning white, faces