The Betrayed Wolf of Shadowfen
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"I was promised to one wolf. But I ran to another-and now the whole world wants me leashed." Sierra Halden was born to obey. Daughter of Bloodveil's second-in-command, her future was set: bond with Kellan Vire, bring honor to her family, and finally shift into the wolf everyone keeps waiting for. But when she finds her sister tangled with the boy she was supposed to love-and her parents tell her to accept it-Sierra runs. Not from fear. From fury. In the woods beyond her border, she meets Rowan Veyne-rival heir of the Shadowfen wolves, the kind of boy you don't speak to, let alone kiss. He's wild, sarcastic, dangerous... and the only one who doesn't look at her like she's broken. As secret meetings turn to stolen nights, Sierra begins to change-first her heart, then her body, then her future. But when the truth is exposed and the packs demand her obedience, she'll have to make an impossible choice: Bend to the bonds that broke her. Or fight beside the boy who might save her-or destroy her.
Chapter 1
May 15, 2025
The door creaked open.
And just like that, Sierra Halden’s world shattered.
“Kellan?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
Then she saw it. There, in their bed.
“Kellan?!” she barked, louder now, her voice cracking like glass.
The sheets shifted. Isolde froze. Her sister’s bare shoulder peeked out from the tangle of linen and betrayal.
Sierra’s breath caught. Her heart slammed against her ribs, fury and disbelief fighting for space in her chest. “What the hell is this?”
Kellan finally turned, blinking as if she were some inconvenience. “Sierra—wait, it’s not—”
“Not what?!” she screamed, her voice a broken thing. “Not what it looks like? Because what I’m looking at is my sister in my bed with my fiancé!”
Isolde scrambled to cover herself, guilt flashing across her face. “Sierra, I—please, just let me explain—”
“Explain?” Sierra laughed, a cold, bitter sound. “Explain what, Isolde? That you’ve been sneaking behind my back with him? That you waited until I was out for one damn hour to crawl into my sheets like a snake?”
“Sierra, don’t do this,” Kellan said, standing now, shameless in his boxers. “This doesn’t have to be a scene.”
She blinked at him. A scene?
“You think I’m making a scene? You just burned down the last good thing in my life, and you don’t want a scene?”
He stepped forward. “Just calm down—”
“Don’t you come near me!” she snapped, backing against the doorframe. Her hands trembled, white-knuckled. “You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to speak to me.”
Isolde clutched the sheet to her chest. “Sierra, I didn’t mean for it to happen—”
“You didn’t mean for it?” Her voice dropped to a poisonous whisper. “You meant every touch. Every kiss. Every time you smiled in my face knowing what you were doing behind closed doors.”
Kellan scoffed. “We didn’t plan this, alright? It just… happened.”
Sierra’s eyes filled with tears, but her voice sharpened into steel. “People don’t just fall into betrayal. You chose this. Both of you.”
Neither of them spoke.
The silence screamed.
Sierra’s throat tightened, her vision blurring as the walls seemed to close in. She staggered back a step, then another. Her voice was quiet now, raw.
“I hope it was worth it.”
The door swung open as she rushed outside, and the cold night air hit her skin like a slap, but it did nothing to numb the pain.
She didn’t care about the temperature. She didn’t care about anything except getting away. The anger, the rage, the hurt—all of it was too much to contain. She needed to feel something else. She needed to escape the suffocating grip of betrayal that had settled over her like a heavy cloak.
Sierra ran.
Branches clawed at her arms as she barreled through the woods, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her lungs burning, her chest tight like it might split open.
“What was I thinking?” she muttered between breaths, stumbling over roots and half-buried stones. “How could I not see it?”
Sierra’s feet finally slowed near the ravine, that lonely ledge at the end of the trail where she always used to go when things got too loud at home. The ground was hard beneath her shoes, the sky stretching above like a blanket of endless dark.
She dropped to her knees.
Her fingers shook as she dug into her jacket pocket. “Please don’t be here,” she whispered, already knowing it was. Her hand curled around the object before she even saw it.
The bracelet.
The one she had carved for Kellan. Smoothed the edges herself. Etched their initials inside the band.
“I was gonna give this to you tonight,” she said, her voice cracking into the stillness. “You don’t even know. You were too busy crawling into my sister’s bed.”
She laughed bitterly, tears slipping down her cheeks as she traced the carvings with her thumb. “This was supposed to be us. Forever, right? That’s what you said.”
Her hand clenched tighter around the bracelet. “Liar.”
The silence was suffocating now. The kind that presses on your ears and chest, like the whole world is watching and waiting to see what you’ll do next.
“I should throw it,” she whispered. “I should throw it away.”
She stood, walked to the edge of the ravine, her knuckles white from how hard she gripped the bracelet.
A scream built in her throat, raw and violent—but it died on her lips. All that came out was a strangled sob. She raised her arm, but then there was a voice.
Smooth. Cold. Amused.
“Bloodveil girls always cry this loud?”
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