A smell hit me like a truck going full speed. Pine trees and winter storms. Leather and something wild and scary and completely overwhelming. It made my wolf go totally crazy inside my head, scratching and clawing to get out. My knees went weak. The cleaning materials fell from my hands, clattering to the floor like my world was falling apart.

"Do you smell that?" a deep voice asked. The voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Honey and wildflowers," another voice answered, rougher than the first. "Like summer and sunshine. Where is it coming from?"

A third voice, softer but just as strong, said, "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever smelled."

But that was impossible. I was just an omega. Just unseen Aisla who cleaned floors and stayed out of sight and never caused trouble for anyone important.

The footsteps got closer. I could hear them breathe now.

My wolf was going crazy inside me. She wanted out. She wanted to run toward that smell, not away from it. She wanted something I didn't understand.

"There," the third voice said, softer than the others but somehow more dangerous. "In the kitchen. She's in there."

The footsteps stopped right outside the door. I could feel them there, waiting.

Deep down, I knew my life was about to change forever.

I could swear I heard three wolves roaring inside my head.

The kitchen door handle turned slowly.

I was about to meet my fate.

Or my doom.


~

I had spent my entire life in the shadows. As a lowly omega, I was used to being overlooked, ignored, and unseen. 

But everything changed on my 18th birthday.

That was the day the Moon Goddess gave me a cruel kind of blessing. 

I had a mate. 

Not just one. 

Not two. 

But all three of the Alpha’s sons, the legendary triplets were bound to me.

The battlefield smelled of sweat, smoke and blood.


The smoke clung to my fur, and the cries of the dying rang louder than the orders I shouted.


Because if I didn't and I let my voice falter for even a second, the line would collapse. And if the line collapsed, Bloodfang would fall with it. And I will not wait to see that happen. 


"Hold!" I roared despite my bruised throat. "Shields up, drive them back!"


The warriors tightened their stance with their claws out and teeth bared. For a moment, the enemies faltered, and the warriors pushed them back. We could not attack them much because we had to protect the lines beside us, but our defense was good. We held the fort against them.


The broad-shouldered and merciless Ironclaw wolves crashed against us with brute force while the Shadowfangs, slick and fast, slipped through the smallest cracks in our line.


Chapter 48 - The Fracture