Ezekiel’s POVI was just there, still sitting in Ezekiel’s office. What am I even doing here? I asked myself for the hundredth time. My hands fidgeted with the edge of my dress as my mind swirled with doubts and emotions. I had to be here, yes. Ezekiel has hurt me in ways words can’t describe, but the pack’s curse had to be lifted, and my son deserved to know his father.“Phew,” I sighed, standing up. My legs felt heavy as I walked toward a massive portrait of Mark Ezekiel’s father hanging on the wall. The man’s cold eyes seemed to pierce right through me, dragging memories I wished would stay buried.That night… how could I forget? Mark Ezekiel had stood before the court, his voice a venomous growl as he condemned me. Banished me. Dragged me into darkness and despair. Even after that, he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted me dead. The pain of those memories clawed at my chest, anger simmering just beneath the surface.“Kailey?” A voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to see Auren standing
Kailey’s POV I lay in my room, staring at the ceiling as my mind churned with endless thoughts. The events of the past two days had been overwhelming, and doubt gnawed at me. Coming back to this pack had felt like the right decision then, but now? Now, I wasn’t so sure. Auren’s anger burned brighter than ever, and Ezekiel… well, he was trying, but nothing seemed enough to bridge the gap between them.I sighed heavily, pressing the heels of my palms to my eyes. “Was this a mistake?” I murmured to myself, my voice barely audible.Elyra had gone back to the woods to fetch a few things, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My son didn’t want anything to do with his father. That was the main reason I’d returned—to give Auren the connection he deserved, the father he’d never truly known. But it seemed I’d only stirred more chaos.A sharp knock on the door startled me.“Come in,” I called out, sitting up and smoothing my dress. The door creaked open, and Anastasia stepped in, her lips curled i
Ezekiel’s POVThe packhouse was unusually quiet tonight. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to focus on the stack of paperwork in front of me. It had been a long day—training schedules, rogue patrols, and disputes between pack members. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, but one stood out above the rest: Kailey.I smiled to myself, thinking about her. Bringing her and Auren back had been the right choice, though it had stirred more chaos than I anticipated. Still, it was worth it. I’d made my decision: Kailey was going to be my Luna. I just needed to handle things carefully, especially with Anastasia.I sighed, pushing the papers aside. What I really needed was a cup of coffee.“I could use a break,” I muttered to myself. “Maybe a strong coffee to clear my head.”“Why not?”The voice startled me. I looked up and saw Anastasia standing in the doorway, holding a steaming cup of coffee.For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Anastasia, offering me coffee? That wasn’t jus
Ezekiel’s POVI narrowed my eyes. “Peace isn’t usually your priority, Anastasia.”She laughed softly, a sound that would have seemed pleasant if I didn’t know her better. “You’re so suspicious, Ezekiel. I brought you coffee earlier, and now I’m here to see if you’re okay. And somehow, that’s cause for concern?”“Considering the circumstances,” I said carefully, “yes. It is.”She walked closer, her hands clasped in front of her. “I know I’ve been… difficult lately. But I’ve been thinking about everything—about us, the pack, even Kailey and her son. Maybe it’s time I let go of the resentment.”Her words caught me off guard, but I kept my expression unreadable. “That’s… unexpected.”She smiled again, her gaze steady. “I’m trying, Ezekiel. Isn’t that what matters?”I studied her for a moment, searching for any sign of deception. She was calm, too calm, and it was unsettling.“Why now?” I asked finally. “Why the sudden change?”“Because I realized I was fighting a losing battle,” she said simply. “Y
Ezekiel’s POVKailey’s voice stopped me just as I reached the door."Ezekiel."I turned, my hand still on the doorknob. "Yes?"Her expression had softened, her gaze dipping to the floor before meeting mine. "Stay. Just for a little while."My pulse quickened. She wasn’t the type to ask for company unless she truly needed it. I let go of the knob, stepping back into the room and closing the door behind me. "Of course."Kailey gestured toward the chair across from her, but as I sat, she stood, pacing toward the window. Her movements were restless, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress."Kailey, what’s going on?" I asked, leaning forward. "You’ve been distant since you returned."She stopped mid-step, her back still to me. "Do you know what it’s like to carry so much pain that it feels like it’ll crush you? To be so full of love and yet feel like there’s no place for it?"Her words struck a chord deep within me. "I think I do," I said quietly. "I’ve felt that every day since you left."
Ezekiel’s POVI obliged, letting the urgency between us take over. My movements became more primal, driven by the overwhelming need to be closer to her, to feel every part of her. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, each thrust drawing moans and cries of pleasure from her lips. The sound of her—Kailey, mine—only fueled the fire within me.My hands gripped her hips, guiding her, meeting her rhythm. We were a blur of passion, lost in the moment, the rest of the world fading away until only she existed.“I love you, Kailey,” I panted, the words tumbling from my lips between kisses and gentle nips at her neck. “Always have, always will.”Her response wasn’t in words but in a cry that sent shivers down my spine. She tensed around me, her release washing over her, the sensation driving me to the edge. With one final, deep thrust, I followed her, my own release crashing over me like a wave, my name falling from her lips like a prayer.Together, we tumbled into the abyss, our cries filling the roo
Ceceilia’s POV“Here goes nothing,” I muttered, gripping the wheel tightly. The forest loomed ahead, its shadows twisting like dark promises. My heart raced, but not from fear. It was excitement—raw, reckless excitement. Tonight would change everything.I parked the car at the edge of the woods, the headlights slicing through the thick darkness. Turning off the engine, I grabbed my phone and a small vial from the c upholder.“Don’t mess this up, Ceceilia,” I whispered to myself as I stepped out. The forest’s cold air greeted me like an old friend, wrapping around me as I ventured deeper into the trees.Just a little farther. He’ll be waiting.I reached a clearing lit faintly by the moonlight. My eyes scanned the shadows, my heart pounding harder now. And then I saw him.A hulking figure stepped out from behind a tree, his golden eyes glowing. The rogue wolf. His presence was menacing, his massive form dwarfing mine. His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke.“You’re late, Ceceili
Kailey’s POV “Rise and shine, my love,” Ezekiel’s warm voice broke through the remnants of my dreams. He tapped me gently on the shoulder, his touch as soft as the morning light streaming through the windows.I groaned and turned slightly, my eyes still heavy with sleep. “Just five more minutes,” I murmured.“No way,” he said, his tone playful. “You’ll sleep the whole day away. Besides, you’ll miss this.”Curiosity got the better of me, and I forced my eyes open. Ezekiel was sitting on the edge of the bed, a tray balanced on his lap. I blinked a few times to clear my vision and saw the spread he’d prepared—eggs, toast, bacon, fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of tea.“Breakfast in bed?” I said, a lazy smile spreading across my face. “You’re spoiling me.”“You deserve it,” he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “After last night, I thought you could use some extra TLC.”I laughed softly, memories of the night before flooding back. “Last night was… intense.”He grinned, his golden eyes spar
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