Novels by Hope Scott

POV: LucanThe council chamber was filled to capacity, the tension palpable as wolves and humans alike gathered in the sprawling stone hall. This wasn’t just a meeting. It was a reckoning.I stood at the head of the chamber, the weight of the moment pressing down on me like a vice. The evidence against Vrax lay on the table in front of me—maps marked with attack plans, records of secret meetings with Cael, and the names of wolves and humans he’d betrayed. Selene had risked everything to bring this to light, and now it was time to use it.The murmurs in the room quieted as I raised my hand. “Brothers and sisters,” I began, my voice echoing through the hall. “We gather here not as divided factions, but as a pack—wolves who have lived together, fought together, and bled together. Today, I present to you the truth—a truth that has been hidden in the shadows for too long.”I g

POV: MiraThe air was thick with tension as dawn broke over the Compound. Every sound, every movement, felt amplified, charged with the anticipation of what was to come. The pack had gathered in the central square, their faces a mix of skepticism, fear, and quiet determination. Whispers rippled through the crowd as Lucan stepped forward, his presence commanding even in silence.I stood at his side, the weight of the moment pressing on me like a physical force. This was it—the beginning of the end, or the start of something new.Lucan’s voice cut through the murmurs, steady and resolute. “The pack is at a crossroads. We’ve spent generations surviving, fighting, clinging to old ways that no longer serve us. But survival isn’t enough anymore. If we want a future—one where our children don’t have to grow up in fear—we need to change. We need to adapt.”A growl of dissent rumbled from the b

POV: MiraA storm of tension filled the abandoned mill we used as our base. Humans clustered in tight circles, whispering, arguing, and casting worried glances at one another. Word of the parchments had spread faster than I’d expected—some saw them as a beacon of hope, others as a reckless provocation.Across the room, Jace leaned against a wall, arms folded, face unreadable. His green eyes—so much like mine—held a mix of betrayal and pain. He hadn’t spoken to me since the parchments began circulating, and his silence hurt more than I wanted to admit.Finally, he pushed off the wall and stepped forward.“You’ve really done it this time,” he said, his voice low and edged with anger.I met his gaze, forcing myself to stay calm. “Someone had to speak up, Jace. If we keep letting this hatred go unanswered, it’ll destroy us.”He let out a bitter laugh.

POV: LucanThe infirmary smelled of herbs, salves, and faint traces of blood—a sharp reminder of how close we’d come to disaster. I sat on the edge of a cot, flexing my arm so the bandage wouldn’t pull too tightly on my skin. The attack replayed itself in my mind: Cael’s sneer, Mira’s bloodied sleeve, and the feral rage that had surged through me.A soft creak pulled my attention to the door. Mira entered, moving carefully to favor her injured arm, yet radiating the same quiet determination that had drawn me to her from the start.“How are you feeling?” she asked gently.I studied her for a moment before answering. “Better,” I said. “You?”She shrugged with one good shoulder. “It’s just a scratch.”I wanted to snap at her for being reckless, but the faint vulnerability in her eyes held me back. Instead, I motioned to the chair b

POV: MiraThe forest blazed with golden light as the setting sun transformed the trees into fiery silhouettes. Yet the beauty of the evening felt hollow—no match for the knot of unease that had lodged in my chest since daybreak. The rebels’ accusations, the wolves’ distrust, and my precarious position between their worlds had left me raw and on edge.I made my way back to the Compound, footsteps heavy with lingering tension. Training earlier had gone better than I’d hoped—some of the wolves had even given me cautious nods—but the underlying hostility remained, coiled and waiting to strike.It struck sooner than I expected.A sharp crack echoed behind me—deliberate, not accidental. My breath caught in my throat, every instinct telling me to run, but dread pinned me in place. When I finally turned, Cael stepped out from behind the trees. The last rays of sunlight highlighted the sneer twisting his f

POV: LucanThe Compound had never felt more suffocating. Every step I took, every glance I caught, reminded me of the growing divide. It wasn’t just between humans and werewolves anymore—it was within the pack itself. Whispers of betrayal clung to the air, and no matter how hard Lucan fought to hold things together, the cracks were widening.But tonight, the air carried something different. A sense of urgency, of inevitability.Erynn found me pacing outside the armory, her face pale, her usual confidence replaced with something like dread.“You need to come with me,” she said, her voice low.“What is it?” I asked, my stomach twisting.“It’s Karlon,” she said, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “Selene’s uncovered something, and you’re going to want to see it for yourself.”The dimly lit chamber beneath the Compound was a star