Kailey’s POVNothing really,” Elyra said, flashing me a playful smile.I narrowed my eyes at her, grinning slightly. “Are you sure?”She tilted her head, still smiling. “None that I can remember. But if I do remember anything, I’ll let you know; I promise.”“You better,” I teased, nudging her shoulder lightly.Her face grew more serious, and she leaned closer. “Actually, there’s something I noticed in the woods today.”Immediately, my heart raced. “What is it?”“I saw a couple of men wandering in the woods,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “They were far from the hut, but it looked like they were searching for something. Or someone.”“Men?” I asked, my voice barely audible. “Who do you think they were?”She shook her head. “I don’t know, but it definitely didn’t seem like they were just passing through.”A cold wave of fear washed over me, and my mind spiraled into panic. “Do you think it could be Ezekiel? Or his father? What if they’ve found me?” My words tumbled out in a rush, my
Ezekiel’s POVI sat on the cushion in my chambers, staring at the wall as if the answers to all my problems were hidden there. My fingers twitched, restless and agitated. It had been three long weeks since I sent my men out, and they hadn’t returned. What the hell was going on? How hard could it possibly be to find one woman? Just one?“Such pathetic guards,” I muttered under my breath, the words spilling out like venom as I kicked the chair in front of me. It toppled over with a loud clatter, but it wasn’t enough to ease the storm brewing inside me. My wolf growled, low and furious, a sound that echoed the turmoil in my chest.“Calm down,” I muttered to myself, though the words sounded hollow. How could I calm down when it had been months? Months since I last saw her. Kailey. Her name alone felt like a blade twisting in my heart. I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at the strands as the memories came flooding back, sharper and more painful than ever.The door creaked open, and Mason
Ezekiel’s POVI met his glare head-on, unflinching. “What does it look like?” I said, my voice hard. “I’m dealing with incompetence.”Mark’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped further into the room, his presence filling the space. The guards immediately straightened, fear and respect evident in their eyes. But I wasn’t like them. I wasn’t about to bow down, not now.“Dealing with incompetence by stabbing your own men?” he said, his tone laced with disapproval. “You’re supposed to be leading them, Ezekiel, not turning on them like some rogue.”I rolled my shoulders back, my temper barely in check. “They’ve failed me. Over and over again. I told them to find her, and they came back with nothing. What am I supposed to do? Pat them on the back and say, ‘Good job?’”His expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “You’re supposed to remember your place. You’re not just some hotheaded pup throwing tantrums. You’re my son, heir to this pack. Start acting like it.”I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and
Ezekiel’s POV“What is it?” I barked, rushing over to where the man stood, his hand pointing to the ground.“Footprints, Alpha,” he said, his voice quivering with both excitement and fear. “From the size of them, it looks like… it looks like they belong to a woman.”My heart skipped a beat. Could it be?“Spread out!” I commanded, my voice carrying authority. “I want the owner of these footprints found. Now! Comb the woods thoroughly. If we don’t find Kailey, no one—and I mean no one—is going back. Understood?”“Yes, Alpha!” they chorused, their voices resolute. Without hesitation, the men scattered in different directions, eyes scanning every leaf and branch for clues.I knelt by the footprints, my fingers tracing the edges. “Please, let it be Kailey,” I muttered under my breath. My heart raced as I signaled a few men to follow me. Together, we trailed the footprints, each step heavy with anticipation.The trail led us deeper into the woods, the prints crisp and distinct against the damp ea
Kailey’s POVI woke up to a strange feeling in my stomach. It wasn’t the normal kicks I’d felt before. This was sharper, like a cramp that wouldn’t let go. I groaned and shifted, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt."Elyra!" I called out, my voice shaky. "Something’s wrong."Footsteps rushed to my door, and Elyra burst in, her eyes wide. "Kailey, what is it? Are you okay?""No! It’s my stomach. It hurts so much," I gasped, clutching at my belly. "I think... I think it’s happening."Her face turned serious in an instant. "You’re due," she said, kneeling beside me. "Kailey, listen to me. The baby is coming.""No! It’s too early! I'm not ready!" Panic gripped me as the pain worsened. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps. "Elyra, what do I do?"She grabbed my hand firmly. "First, you breathe. In and out, Kailey. Like this."She demonstrated, and I tried to follow, but the pain was blinding. "It’s too much! I can’t!""Yes, you can," she said, her voice calm but firm. "You’re stronger tha
Kailey’s POVThe last few days had been a whirlwind. Painful, yes, but also so refreshing. Every ache, every sleepless moment was worth it for this tiny life cradled in my arms. My son, Auren, with eyes so much like his father’s, had become my whole world. I still couldn’t believe I had delivered him safely. If it weren’t for Elyra, I didn’t even want to imagine what could have happened to us.I was lost in thought, stroking Auren’s soft cheek as he suckled, when Elyra burst into the room with her usual energy.“Latest mother in town!” she declared, grinning from ear to ear. “Look at you, Kailey! And look at him! Your baby is loving your company so much.” She leaned over, tickling Auren’s tiny foot. “But don’t you think you’re overfeeding him? At this rate, he’ll be so fat, and I, as his godmother, will have to carry all that extra weight!”I laughed, shaking my head. “Elyra, he’s a newborn! He needs all the milk he can get. Besides, if he gets too heavy, you’re still going to carry him.
Kailey’s POVI woke up feeling feverish, my body shaking uncontrollably. My head throbbed, and my muscles ached as if I had run a marathon in my sleep. I tried to sit up, but every movement made me feel worse. Elyra walked in just then, balancing a glass of water and what looked like a plate of fruits. She froze the moment she saw me. “Kailey!” Her voice was sharp, laced with concern. She rushed to my side, placing the tray down on the bedside table. “What’s wrong? You look terrible!” “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence,” I muttered, trying to smile, though it probably looked more like a grimace. “I’m serious,” she said, pressing a hand against my forehead. Her eyes widened. “Kailey, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you call me earlier?” “I didn’t want to bother you,” I whispered, wincing as I leaned back against the pillows. “I thought it would pass.” “Bother me? I’m your best friend and your baby’s godmother!” Elyra practically growled. “You *better* bother me next time. Now,
Kailey’s POV“Auren, go and give this bowl of food to your mother,” I heard Elyra call out from outside the hut. A few seconds later, my little boy came rushing in, balancing the bowl with his tiny hands. His steps were wobbly but determined, and his bright eyes lit up when he saw me.“Mum, Godmother Elyra said I should give this to you,” he announced proudly, holding the bowl up high.I smiled, taking it from him. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’re such a big helper.”He grinned, puffing out his small chest. “I’m a big boy now!”“You are,” I agreed, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “Why don’t you go back and tell Godmother Elyra I’ll eat it soon?”He nodded eagerly, then spun around and toddled back outside, calling out as he went, “Godmother Elyra! Mum said she’ll eat it soon!”Elyra’s laugh drifted in through the door. “Good job, Auren! You’re my favorite little helper!”Over a year had passed since Auren was born, and he’d grown so much. Gone was the fragile newborn I cradled in my a
JAMES’ POV. He grinned, his sharp eyes scanning me, assessing my movements just as I was doing to him.Then he stroked, His sword came fast, a blur of steel slicing toward my ribs. I barely parried in time, the force of the blow sending vibrations up my arm. I twisted, countering with a quick strike aimed at his side, but he dodged effortlessly, stepping back just out of reach.He was fast. Too fast, I exhaled sharply, adjusting my grip. This wasn’t going to be an easy fight.We circled each other, the ground beneath us torn from previous clashes. My breathing was steady, my heart pounding in my ears. He feinted to the left, then struck from the right. I blocked, barely, his blade scraping against mine as sparks flew.Then he kicked me square in the chest, the strike was hard, I stumbled back, gasping as pain exploded in my ribs. He didn’t waste a second. He was on me again, his sword a whirlwind of motion. I barely managed to dodge, his blade slicing through the fabric of my s
James’ POV As I ran forward, my eyes locked at the three rogues. The growls of the rogue wolves filled the air, their yellow eyes locked onto me with murderous intent.I pulled my sword from my sheath and tightened my grip on the hilt of the sword, feeling the weight of it steady me as they crouched low, preparing to pounce. My body was tense, my muscles coiled like a spring, waiting for the right moment.Then as they charged towards me, I could feel the ground trembling beneath their heavy paws, a storm of snarls and snapping fangs coming at me from three different angles.I had seconds to react, and I did. With a quick step to the side, I twisted my sword in an arc, meeting the closest wolf mid-leap.The blade sliced across its chest, a deep wound opening up, but it wasn’t enough to take it down.Pain exploded across my side as another rogue slammed into me, knocking me off balance.My back hit the ground hard, the wind rushing from my lungs.Claws raked across my arm as I rolled
JAMES POV. It was night time , The pack house was quiet, the kind of silence that came with a hint of unease. I sat in the lounge area, the dim lighting casting soft shadows across the wooden walls. Auren sat on the rug in front of me, cross-legged, while Lydia lounged on the couch, her head resting against the armrest.We sit out here this way, most of the time. The fire crackled in the hearth, it was the only sound breaking the quietness of the night.I watched Auren fidget with his fingers, his brows furrowed in thought. He had a lot on his mind,I could tell, We all did.Lydia sighed and stretched. “It's been a long day.”“Yeah,” I agreed. “But at least things are calm for now.”Auren looked up at me, his green eyes bright with curiosity. “James, do you think the pack is okay? I heard some of the warriors talking earlier. They sounded... worried.”I exhaled through my nose, leaning forward so my elbows rested on my knees. “There's been some tension, but nothing we can't handl
Cecilia's pov. How could he stand up to me? How could he challenge me? In front of the elders.The nerve of him. The absolute audacity.I stormed out of the pack house, my heart pounding with rage, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. James.That worthless James had dared to challenge me. Right before the elders.In front of everyone.I gritted my teeth as I pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders, the night air cool against my skin.The full moon was high in the sky, casting long shadows over the forest path ahead of me.My boots crunched against the dried leaves, but I barely heard them over the furious pounding in my head.I was furious and mad, and right now, I could tear apart anyone who stood in my way.James had stood up to me, his voice steady, unshaken, he dared to step in when I was already close to my goal. I was just a step away, if the healer had proceeded with the blood test, they would have found out the Auren was not Ezekiel's so.This was beca
Kailey’s POV.How can this be?, yet again the forest had played tricks on me, I sighed, resting my back on a tree as exhaustion washed over me. Just when I thought I had found the relic, when I thought all of this was over, the forest had struck and the relic had disappeared. Now I was left with nothing. How would I cope?How was I supposed to go about this? What was I supposed to do now? Even with the coldness the mist brought, beads of seas gathered on my forehead. I wiped them off with the back of my palm, the mist in the air was everywhere , my throat was dry and it felt like I was going to pass out if I didn't get water to drink.Right now, it felt like I was losing my mind, thinking.Straight was more like a difficult task for me now. However, I knew I needed to move on, there was no reason to stick around,I still had to find the relic, I still had to save Ezekiel and return him to Auren. Ihaen idea how much time Ezekiel has left, same with Auren,I had no idea what was going
Kailey’s POV. It still baffles me how the altar disappeared into thin air, it was hard to fathom. Multiple questions flooded my ear, I was getting confused and it also felt like I was losing my mind. It was obvious that the voices I heard earlier, the voices of Auren, were just an illusion created by the forest to fool me, to deceive me and delay me from acquiring the relic on time.However, was the altar also an illusion created by the forest? Or was it something else.?While inside, I had felt a difference, a change in atmosphere and for a second I thought I had the relic already, I thought the relic was already in my hands. And then the next second the whole altar disappeared into thin air. I sighed as the thick mist curled around me, swallowing every inch of the forest in an eerie white haze. My boots sank into the damp earth as I trudged forward, my body aching from hours of searching. I was already tiring out, I could feel it in my bones, it felt like there was something
Kailey’s POV. The thick mist curled around my legs as I pushed deeper into the forest. According to the spirit, I have to get the relic to take the curse away from Ezekiel. I hated the fact that this was stopping Ezekiel and I from seeing Auren, from returning back to the pack house. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of how little time I had left. Ezekiel needed me. I can't afford to allow Ezekiel to turn into a wild beast for the rest of his life. Auren needs his father, and I was not going to sit back and watch this happen to him.The mark from the forest spirit was spreading across Ezekiel's skin, dark tendrils creeping toward his heart. If I didn’t find the relic soon, I would lose him.I knew this and it fueled my zeal to find the relic. I clenched my fists and kept moving, my boots sinking into the damp earth with each step. The forest was somewhat quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves far ahead. I could see Shadows shifting in the
Ezekiel's pov.“To leave this place, you must have to complete a trial, a trial set by the spirit of the lost werewolf lineage, This is the only way you will be permitted to leave”I face folded into a deep frown and I could also see the shocked expression in the eyes of my comrades and also kailey. I had no idea what this was, what this spirit was, however I knew it was of no good. I hated the fact that I was in this mess with kailey.I hate to put her in this kind of a situation,one that threatens her life. In all of my years I have never witnessed anything like this, however I had heard stories from some of the older wolves mention something like this, a spirit which duels In the deep forest.Though I believed it, I still felt they were all myths, but seeing what was happening here, I was convinced that they were not just myths. The rest of my guards who were knocked down earlier had already gotten back to their position. I glanced at kailey, I reached for her hand and pulled h
JAMES’S POV“You’re coming with me,” I said.Jon nodded, falling into step beside me without a word. That was what I liked about him, he didn’t ask unnecessary questions. He just acted.He was quiet and very loyal to me, one of the best warriors I have trained. Together, we moved through the trees, walking toward the bar, as we walked, the crunch of leaves beneath our boots were the only sound between us. Of course there are many routes to take to the bar, however I had chosen this one, which was to make our movement more secure and unnoticeable. At this time of the night. The place was quiet , as most pack members were probably in their houses, carrying out one or two activities, some in the bar drinking away the stress they went through during the day. The bar sat at one corner, just a stone throw from the pack house, a small wooden structure with a crooked sign that swung gently in the wind. In no time I was already at the door of the bar, it pushed it open and at that moment