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Bound to a Dying Man

Chapter 5 The Pack House at Midnight

Word Count: 1431    |    Released on: 03/11/2026

someone in the corridor was

es not want to be found. A boot scuffing a floorboard and then stopping for a cou

wind had dropped, which on this coast is its own kind of warning

at on over my shift

gainst the panelling and his hand flat on the wall. He had no lamp. The moonlight came

lp

s voice was a scrape

're standing in the da

pushed himself upright and swayed, and I crossed the

nderneath it, fine and steady, a tremor that ran through his whole frame and would not stop. He smelled of swe

says that when my mind is running. "M

er's room in the middle of th

re if their Alpha drop

en he laughed, a short wet unhappy

he did not trust. I lit the candle and put water in my basin and found the comfrey and the willow bark and

d. "Shirt off. I ne

his head and dropped it on the floor, and I have seen a gr

er his heart like a hand pressed into soft clay and left there. It was dark, as Nessa had said, dark as an o

the skin toward the shoulder, like roots, like the veins of a leaf, and they moved when the candle flam

the lines been

. "Before that it was just the one mark. It has bee

since

ry. I have run down every wolf who ever crossed it. That day I got two hundred yards into the trees and my legs we

d laid my fingers on

en getting stronger all evening, and now, in this small room with the candle and the sea a

touched him, two thi

arched like a bow, and under my fingers the mark went from da

ted behind my breastbone and spread out through my ribs and down into my belly, an

way so fast I kn

moment with the flame gutteri

His voice had gone st

k reacte

not what

nds were not steady. "I don't know, Alpha, and I don't say that often. There is somethi

ings to his pale green eyes, and the pull in my chest had not gone away, i

the Council sent word of a debt healer, I expe

s next

e stopped laughing and his face went carefully blank, the way a man's

it too,"

llow bark ba

a and you'll drink it and you'll sleep, and in the morning you'll go

ia

the tea

by the wall with my arms folded and watched him, and neither of us said anything for a long while. When the cup was empty he

d they were steady for

o far,"

started, when I had nearly fallen asleep, I heard him say something in his sleep, a single word, and it was not a word I could make out.

low the house, someone had drawn a spiral in the beach with a stick

nd the water was already

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Bound to a Dying Man
Bound to a Dying Man
“Fiadh has spent ten years running from packs, paying off her mother's debts with herbs and quiet work, and she has never once shifted. When a contract drags her to the Blackthorn Pack on the wild Donegal coast, she expects three months of tending wounds and then freedom. Instead she finds an Alpha collapsing on the sand, a pack months from ruin, and a stranger in a tailored coat watching with a smile that promises nothing good. Ronan Blackthorn is dying, and no healer has been able to name why. Fiadh can name it within a week: his bond is false, a ritual leash that drains his strength into another wolf's hands. Breaking it would mean defying the Council of Alphas. It would also mean finally facing the wolf inside her that has been hiding since childhood, and the reason it hides. Place and Time: County Donegal, Ireland, in the present day.”