Three Werewolves and a Vampire Queen

(ELARA MONTOYA POV)

The duffel bag in my hand felt impossibly heavy, though it contained only the few clothes I owned. My 'wardrobe' was minimalist by necessity—the discarded rags of the Crimson Talon Clan. Now, my lack of possessions felt like a profound blessing.

The plan of escape, perfected all week, was set in concrete. Repetition had been the only thing that got me through the agonizing week after the Sire’s whipping. I had remained docile, done my chores, and, astonishingly, everyone had mostly left me alone.

Now, the wait was over. The night of the Blood Moon, the night of my Ascension, was finally here. I had never felt such a blinding mix of excitement and terror.

I found the cluster of Shadow-Weeping trees, a tranquil, clean spot untouched by the foul scent of vampires. I crouched by a tree with a hollowed-out center, stuffed my bag inside, and covered it with dry leaves. The clothes were irrelevant; the small pouch of coins I’d saved was vital.

I wiped my hands together. For the next few hours, my job was to act terrifyingly normal.

“Elara!” Lili called as I approached the Fledgling Quarters. She stood there, brow furrowed with concern.

“What? Did I forget a chore?”

Lili rolled her eyes. "No. I woke to prepare your final pre-Ascension meal, and you were already gone. Tonight's the night. Tonight everything changes for you."

A wave of profound sadness washed over me. Lili was my one true regret in leaving. She always knew when I was plotting.

“Lili, I need to speak with you.”

She waved me inside. A plate sat waiting. She had noticed my sparse belongings were gone, but she didn’t mention it. “Go on. Spit it out. Eat while you talk.”

I scraped the chair against the dirt floor. How could I break her heart?

“I’m leaving tonight. Once I Ascend, I will run until I’m far away. I cannot tolerate this existence anymore. I am broken, bruised, and terrified all the time. This is no life at all.”

Lili sucked in a sharp breath, tears welling in her deep gray eyes. “You cannot do that, Elara. You were destined for more here. Your parents would never have wanted this flight for you.”

“What?” I shot to my feet, every ounce of my hybrid energy snapping to high alert. No one ever mentioned my parents; it was forbidden. “What do you know about my parents?”

“I knew your parents,” Lili whispered, leaning close, their noses nearly touching. “I knew who they were. You are meant for great power, Elara. Your Ascension will reveal your true Blood-Bond and your fate.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before now?” Pure anger surged. Years I could have spent discussing them.

Lili shook her head, terrified. “You know I am forbidden to speak of it. But please, know that you must not run. It is not the way.”

I grasped Lili's hand. "Tell me about them. Anything. Please."

“I am sorry, Elara.” Lili shook her head, stepping back, her hand sliding from my grip. “They would not want this coward’s escape for you. That is the last I will say.”

Story of my life—finally getting answers, only for them to be locked away again.

“It is time,” Lili said that night, giving me the longest, tightest embrace I had ever received. The Blood Moon hung high, full and ominously luminescent. “I know your decision is set, but you always have shelter with me if you change your mind. Good luck.”

I turned, expecting us to walk together, but Lili had stopped. The sadness in her eyes spoke of a final goodbye. “You aren’t coming?”

Shaking her head, Lili fought the tears. “Not tonight. I will see you again, Elara. Follow your destiny.”

The finality of her words nearly broke me. I steeled myself and walked away, making a silent promise to see Lili again someday.

I walked alone to the gathering yard outside The Sire’s Manor. The grounds were packed with Clan members, all huddled near the treeline, leaving the six Fledglings isolated in the center. All the purebloods who had tormented me stood together, smug smiles fixed in place.

As I walked over, the other Fledglings quickly moved away, snickering as if I carried a foul contagion. They can laugh all they want. Tonight, I will be the one laughing, free from their arrogant faces forever.

“Gather close, my Clan,” The Sire boomed. “Those of you here for your first Ascension, step forward now.”

Even with my perfectly executed escape plan in place, I was a wreck of nerves. My stomach was twisting itself into painful knots.

Kael sauntered over to stand directly beside me, laughing darkly as he stared past me. He chose not to acknowledge my presence, but his action pinned me in place.

This will end badly.

“I felt it appropriate to stand here,” Kael whispered, leaning down to my ear. “To show the Clan how utterly magnificent my Blood-Bond is next to your weak, common bloodline. Don’t you agree?”

“Absolutely,” I said, forcing a genuine-looking smile. I agreed with his monstrous words, hoping my power would manifest as a monstrous, unseen force that knocked him flat. Not going to happen, and it would derail the escape.

My lack of argument seemed to confuse him. He knit his dark brows in a furious knot. He had expected me to fight, and I would—just not in the manner he anticipated.

“Beneath the light of this glorious Blood Moon,” the Sire’s voice rose. “Let us shed the bindings of our mortal forms and unleash the power within!”

This was the part I dreaded the most. As I began to shed my clothing, the crude calls started behind me—the whooping and hollering mixed with comments about my scarred back. I ignored them. I caught Kael’s gaze lingering for a second as I stripped my tunic.

Take a good, long look, future Sire. It’s the last time.

When we were all bare, the Sire stepped before us. “Ascend,” he ordered.

I gasped as a searing pressure began in my spine. My bones ached, muscles stretched and tore, accommodating the sudden, raw rise of another presence inside me. Every bone felt like it was breaking and reassembling. My fangs pushed painfully through my gums. I was on my knees, barely able to contain the rising power, when a massive wave of pure, concentrated energy slammed into me, a blast of white-hot recognition that nearly bowled me over.

He is ours, we are his, and fate has joined us.

Gasps erupted from the crowd and the Sire. They knew. Every single vampire knew that Kael Whitmore was my fated Blood-Bond.

And so did he. He stood rooted, staring at me, his face a mask of revulsion.

Shit, he does not look happy.

I tried to shift my focus to the woods, to my bag, to the promise of freedom. But my newly awakened power was focused only on him. It screamed for him, Kael, the man who despised my existence.

The Sire crossed his arms, amused. Kael looked at me, then stumbled away as if his legs were lead. He walked over to Vikki, whose pureblood status made her the socially acceptable choice, and took her hand. He stood beside her, caressing her smooth, pale skin, deliberately staring at me with cold, furious eyes.

I was his fated Blood-Bond, and he was publicly rejecting me, choosing the pureblood. My heart shattered, the newly activated power within me fracturing into a million stinging shards. He had denied me, rejected their sacred Bond in front of the entire Clan.

It was the ultimate, soul-crushing betrayal. My lungs seized. The entire purpose of a Blood-Bond was sanctity; it was sacred. And my fated partner had chosen to turn his back on me, humiliating the one person he was born to cherish.

No. This was the reason I had to leave. My life here was a recipe of pain and rage, and his rejection was the final, corrosive ingredient.

I have to run. I have to go. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to walk away. The power, the bond, the rage—it pinned me to the very ground he had scorned.