Kailey’s POVI sat in the dimly lit meeting hall. All around me, elders of the pack gathered. They had all suffered I knew that. They had all lost people they loved, and homes they fought to protect. One of the elders, a graying man with a scar running down his cheek, leaned forward. His voice was gravelly with age. "Allison, we've thought a lot about this. Our chances of striking back at Collen's pack are slim… unless we hit them where it hurts."I was nodding at every word, the fire of revenge cooking within me for all those who'd died and for all the destruction. "What's the plan?"The elder's gaze went steely. "We know Collen's father, their Alpha, is a strong and ruthless leader, having led his pack through battles and threats. But even he has a weakness-one we can exploit."I felt a weird twist in my stomach that I couldn't place whether anticipation or dread as the elder continued."The Alpha's son, Collen," he explained, his tone dark. "He's the one thing that Alpha truly ca
Kailey’s POV I hadn’t expected visitors, especially not Hannah, and I certainly hadn’t anticipated the emotions that hit me when I opened the door. Hannah stood there with a warm but tentative smile, a slight hint of nervousness in her eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke, both of us quietly acknowledging the tension lingering between us. Then, in a voice softer than I intended, I managed to say, “Hannah... I’m really sorry. I should have trusted you about Isaac.”Hannah’s eyes softened, and she reached out, placing a comforting hand on my arm. “You don’t have to apologize, Allison. We’ve all been through a lot. Honestly, none of us saw it coming with Isaac.”The two of us exchanged a look of mutual understanding. We had both been betrayed in one way or another by men we thought we could trust. It was a bitter bond, but it was a bond all the same.“Anyway,” Hannah continued with a small grin, her eyes brightening, “I was actually hoping you’d come out with me tonight. We could u
Kailey’s POVThe silence of the cage was crippling and my mind seemed to swirl ceaselessly in my head. The bars of silver surrounding me seemed to hum with a faint vibrational energy; every time I moved, it was there, reminding me of my captivity. My limbs were heavy and my strength sapped, but it was the gnawing worry about Arya which consumed me more than anything else.I rested against the cold bars, my head pounding against the metal. What are they doing to her? The thought plagued my mind. Arya's wide eyes with fear from before had been indelibly imprinted in my mind, and every second of being imprisoned in the cage felt like a lifetime.The heavy door creaked open, and I sat up sharply my pulse racing. Two guards entered, dragging Jon between them. He moved with slow, deliberate steps, almost purposely resisting them without openly fighting."What are you doing?" I demanded, the long silence of my imprisonment making my voice hoarse.The guard let out a mockingly sadistic sne
Kailey’s POV I woke to the sensation of warmth against my skin, the flickering light of the candles casting shadows that danced across the walls. My breathing was shallow, my body still shaking from the aftereffects of the ritual. My hands instinctively brushed at my cheeks, and I was shocked that they came away wet. Tears. I’d been crying.Memories of the ritual came flooding back, Jon's chanting, the crushing darkness, the psychological screams that ripped through my brain. It had seemed so real back then, as though I was indeed facing demons from my past. And perhaps, on some level, I had."Are you alright?" Jon's voice cut through the haze-calm and steady, always. He stood a few feet away from me, regarding me with that peculiar mixture of curiosity and concern.I sat up slowly, an ache in my muscles. I wiped my face quickly to compose myself. "It worked," I whispered, barely audible.Jon stepped closer, his sharp eyes never leaving my face. “Then why are there tears in your ey
Kailey’s POVThe soft click of the door shutting behind me should have brought me some degree of relief, but it merely deepened the sense of unease that had mounted in my chest. I leaned against the door, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, but it did little to ease my racing thoughts.Allison.I couldn't get that name out of my head, let alone the face of my best friend now shrouded with worry and mystery. It had been days since anyone last saw Allison, and the silence was killing me.I opened my eyes and crossed the small living room of my apartment, each step heavier than the last. Dropping onto the couch, I ran my hands through my hair as the wave of guilt washed over me."This wasn't supposed to happen," I muttered to myself.I had tried to put on a brave face for Collen's sake. Yet inside, I was falling apart. I had promised Allison I would never let anything happen to her, and yet here I was, helpless, unsure, and afraid.The events of the last week replayed themselves
Kailey’s POVI sat in this quiet, secluded area, and the peace and tranquility finally washed over me as I took in all the beauty around me. The sun had started to set, casting that orange hue across the sky, the reflection in leaves, and the soft ripples of water nearby. It was the perfect place to think, breathe, and momentarily escape the whirlwind of emotions that had plagued me recently.This was a solitude I had needed. Events of the last few days really beat me down, from the sudden appearance of Sam to that uncomfortable game we played and all those feelings it brought back. But here, in this serene spot, I felt I could finally sort out everything.With my eyes closed and my head thrown back against the tree, I heard the slight steps of someone approaching. Instantly, my heart skipped a beat, imagining who it could be that wandered to such an interior part of the area. The steps got closer, and opening my eyes, I saw Collen walking towards me, his expression unreadable, yet ca
Ezekiel’s POV"No!" he snapped, stepping fully into the room. "I’m tired of this. Tired of everyone pretending he’s some savior just because the old man’s gone.""Auren," I said firmly, rising to my feet. "I’m not asking you to see me as a hero. I’m asking for a chance to prove I’m not the man my father was."He crossed his arms, glaring at me. "And how exactly are you going to do that? By dragging us back here and throwing us into this mess?"Kailey reached for him, but he stepped away, his frustration palpable. "You don’t understand, Mom. You shouldn’t even be here. This place isn’t safe. It never was.""Auren," Kailey said softly, her voice trembling. "I know you’re angry. I know you’ve been through so much. But we have to try. For the pack. For ourselves.""For him, you mean," Auren shot back, jerking his chin toward me. "You’re just letting him walk back into our lives like none of it ever happened.""That’s enough," I said, my voice sharp but controlled. "You don’t have to trust me, A
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 POVI 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 into
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
Ezekiel’s POV"No!" he snapped, stepping fully into the room. "I’m tired of this. Tired of everyone pretending he’s some savior just because the old man’s gone.""Auren," I said firmly, rising to my feet. "I’m not asking you to see me as a hero. I’m asking for a chance to prove I’m not the man my father was."He crossed his arms, glaring at me. "And how exactly are you going to do that? By dragging us back here and throwing us into this mess?"Kailey reached for him, but he stepped away, his frustration palpable. "You don’t understand, Mom. You shouldn’t even be here. This place isn’t safe. It never was.""Auren," Kailey said softly, her voice trembling. "I know you’re angry. I know you’ve been through so much. But we have to try. For the pack. For ourselves.""For him, you mean," Auren shot back, jerking his chin toward me. "You’re just letting him walk back into our lives like none of it ever happened.""That’s enough," I said, my voice sharp but controlled. "You don’t have to trust me, A
Kailey’s POVI sat in this quiet, secluded area, and the peace and tranquility finally washed over me as I took in all the beauty around me. The sun had started to set, casting that orange hue across the sky, the reflection in leaves, and the soft ripples of water nearby. It was the perfect place to think, breathe, and momentarily escape the whirlwind of emotions that had plagued me recently.This was a solitude I had needed. Events of the last few days really beat me down, from the sudden appearance of Sam to that uncomfortable game we played and all those feelings it brought back. But here, in this serene spot, I felt I could finally sort out everything.With my eyes closed and my head thrown back against the tree, I heard the slight steps of someone approaching. Instantly, my heart skipped a beat, imagining who it could be that wandered to such an interior part of the area. The steps got closer, and opening my eyes, I saw Collen walking towards me, his expression unreadable, yet ca
Kailey’s POVThe soft click of the door shutting behind me should have brought me some degree of relief, but it merely deepened the sense of unease that had mounted in my chest. I leaned against the door, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, but it did little to ease my racing thoughts.Allison.I couldn't get that name out of my head, let alone the face of my best friend now shrouded with worry and mystery. It had been days since anyone last saw Allison, and the silence was killing me.I opened my eyes and crossed the small living room of my apartment, each step heavier than the last. Dropping onto the couch, I ran my hands through my hair as the wave of guilt washed over me."This wasn't supposed to happen," I muttered to myself.I had tried to put on a brave face for Collen's sake. Yet inside, I was falling apart. I had promised Allison I would never let anything happen to her, and yet here I was, helpless, unsure, and afraid.The events of the last week replayed themselves
Kailey’s POV I woke to the sensation of warmth against my skin, the flickering light of the candles casting shadows that danced across the walls. My breathing was shallow, my body still shaking from the aftereffects of the ritual. My hands instinctively brushed at my cheeks, and I was shocked that they came away wet. Tears. I’d been crying.Memories of the ritual came flooding back, Jon's chanting, the crushing darkness, the psychological screams that ripped through my brain. It had seemed so real back then, as though I was indeed facing demons from my past. And perhaps, on some level, I had."Are you alright?" Jon's voice cut through the haze-calm and steady, always. He stood a few feet away from me, regarding me with that peculiar mixture of curiosity and concern.I sat up slowly, an ache in my muscles. I wiped my face quickly to compose myself. "It worked," I whispered, barely audible.Jon stepped closer, his sharp eyes never leaving my face. “Then why are there tears in your ey
Kailey’s POVThe silence of the cage was crippling and my mind seemed to swirl ceaselessly in my head. The bars of silver surrounding me seemed to hum with a faint vibrational energy; every time I moved, it was there, reminding me of my captivity. My limbs were heavy and my strength sapped, but it was the gnawing worry about Arya which consumed me more than anything else.I rested against the cold bars, my head pounding against the metal. What are they doing to her? The thought plagued my mind. Arya's wide eyes with fear from before had been indelibly imprinted in my mind, and every second of being imprisoned in the cage felt like a lifetime.The heavy door creaked open, and I sat up sharply my pulse racing. Two guards entered, dragging Jon between them. He moved with slow, deliberate steps, almost purposely resisting them without openly fighting."What are you doing?" I demanded, the long silence of my imprisonment making my voice hoarse.The guard let out a mockingly sadistic sne
Kailey’s POV I hadn’t expected visitors, especially not Hannah, and I certainly hadn’t anticipated the emotions that hit me when I opened the door. Hannah stood there with a warm but tentative smile, a slight hint of nervousness in her eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke, both of us quietly acknowledging the tension lingering between us. Then, in a voice softer than I intended, I managed to say, “Hannah... I’m really sorry. I should have trusted you about Isaac.”Hannah’s eyes softened, and she reached out, placing a comforting hand on my arm. “You don’t have to apologize, Allison. We’ve all been through a lot. Honestly, none of us saw it coming with Isaac.”The two of us exchanged a look of mutual understanding. We had both been betrayed in one way or another by men we thought we could trust. It was a bitter bond, but it was a bond all the same.“Anyway,” Hannah continued with a small grin, her eyes brightening, “I was actually hoping you’d come out with me tonight. We could u
Kailey’s POVI sat in the dimly lit meeting hall. All around me, elders of the pack gathered. They had all suffered I knew that. They had all lost people they loved, and homes they fought to protect. One of the elders, a graying man with a scar running down his cheek, leaned forward. His voice was gravelly with age. "Allison, we've thought a lot about this. Our chances of striking back at Collen's pack are slim… unless we hit them where it hurts."I was nodding at every word, the fire of revenge cooking within me for all those who'd died and for all the destruction. "What's the plan?"The elder's gaze went steely. "We know Collen's father, their Alpha, is a strong and ruthless leader, having led his pack through battles and threats. But even he has a weakness-one we can exploit."I felt a weird twist in my stomach that I couldn't place whether anticipation or dread as the elder continued."The Alpha's son, Collen," he explained, his tone dark. "He's the one thing that Alpha truly ca