Kailey’s POV As we stepped through the towering gates of the Blackwood Pack’s palace, a flood of memories washed over me. Some bitter, some sweet, but all deeply etched in my heart. Auren clung tightly to my hand, his gaze darting around suspiciously. His shoulders were tense, his distrust almost palpable. Elyra walked beside us, her sharp eyes scanning everything as though she were cataloging every detail. Ezekiel walked ahead, his steps confident but hesitant, as though he feared one wrong move might shatter whatever fragile truce we had."This is it," Ezekiel said, turning to us with a hesitant smile. "Welcome back to Blackwood." His voice carried a mix of pride and apprehension.Auren snorted. "Back? We never really belonged here."Ezekiel’s smile faltered, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gestured toward the guards stationed at the entrance. "Make them as comfortable as possible," he instructed, his tone firm. "And gather everyone in the pack square this evening. I have an important
Ezekiel’s POV My desk was cluttered with papers—legal documents, treaties, and the single most important file of the night: the transfer of the Luna emblem from Anastasia to Kailey. I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my lips as I signed the final page. Kailey was back, and though the path ahead was uncertain, I was ready to fight for her.As my pen scratched across the last signature line, the door to my office burst open. Anastasia stormed in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her face was flushed with anger, and her fiery eyes locked onto mine with a ferocity that promised a storm."Why?" she demanded, her voice trembling with rage. "Why would you bring her back?"I sighed, setting my pen down deliberately before meeting her gaze. "Anastasia, we’ve been through this. Kailey is the rightful Luna. She always has been.""Rightful?" she spat, slamming her palms on the edge of my desk. "I’ve stood by you, Ezekiel. Through every decision, every war, every
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 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."
Lydia's pov. I opened my eyes slowly and for a moment I didn't move, I just laid on the ground, I didn't move, my eyes and ears open as I listened to my environment The cave was quiet except for the soft dripping of water deep inside. I felt the cool earth beneath me, it was rough but better than the night before, it was better than how cold it had been the night before.The smell of damp stone and leaves filled the air.I raised my head and could see how vines covered the entrance of the cave. I watched as they moved slowly with the morning breeze. We made it here last night. I was grateful to the moon goddess for providing a shelter for Auren and I. I wonder where we would have slept if we hadn't come across the cave. We were already tired at the tone, exhausted and I knew just as I couldn't move further, Auren also couldn't. This little cave had been like a gift from the Moon Goddess. It wasn’t much, but it kept us safe.I turned my head and looked at him. Auren was still asl
Kailey’s POV. My eyelids slid open and I blinked, confused. I frowned deeply as I looked around me. Just a moment ago, I had been in the forest with the red flowers around me, then suddenly l, I found myself at the edge of the cliff with Auren and Ezekiel falling from the edges. And now, I was standing in front of the pack house. It was hard for me to believe anything happening at this point l, how could I?I have been deceived multiple times by the forest which created multiple surreal illusions. Right now, I don't know what to believe. My breath caught in my throat, The tall building rose in front of me, silent and still. Its windows gleamed in the soft afternoon light. I looked around, my heart thudding, something wasn't right, I knew this. However, what if I had already found the relic without knowing and the forest had already sent me back to the pack house, together with the others, Ezekiel and the rest of the warriors. I frowned as I slowly took in my environment, I not
James pov Jon frowned. “James…”“We can’t leave her out there. Not with Cecilia. You know what that woman is capable of!” I muttered. “I know. But rushing out there in the middle of the night isn’t smart.” Jon muttered, his voice laced with concern. “I don’t care if it’s smart,” I snapped. “Lydia’s out there and she’s not a fighter, you know this”Jon raised his voice. “And we’re not in good shape either, James! You’re bleeding. I can see the cut on your side, though we are healing fast, it's still not enough.”I looked down, my shirt was soaked in blood. I hadn’t even noticed the pain until he pointed it out. But it didn’t matter.“She could be hurt,” I said quietly. “She could be dying out there and we’re just standing here.”Jon ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m worried about her too. I know you care about her, James. But going out there like this could get us killed. And if we die, who’s going to save her? We can’t help her if we’re dead.”I didn’t answer. I just stared a
James pov. Despite the coolness in the air, beads of sweat hung on my forehead, my eyes were filled with worry and my eyes were fixed on Jon. Jon remained on the ground, his chest rising and falling, however, his eyes were closed. His wounds were healing, I could see this, however, they were healing at a very slow pace. “Stay with me, brother” I muttered, grabbing Jon by the collar. I placed the back of my palm on his head. We remained like that for a while until his eyes suddenly shut open. A wide smile appeared on my face that minute as I saw this, he was wide awake now. How et l, he still remained on the ground, I could tell he was trying to gather some energy. “You are awake,” I muttered with a smile.Jon coughed gently as he tilted his head slightly to meet my gaze. “I'm a tough man you know” I smiled widely, “Yes you are” With that We remained like that for a little while until all of his wounds were totally healed. After that Jon was able to sit back up and after a li
Lydia's pov. Cecilia stood by a small lake, her back to me. Auren was on the ground, tied up. He looked scared, his little eyes were wide, and he was crying.Seeing this, I didn’t waste a second. I ran forward and screamed, “Let him go!”Cecilia turned around fast, her face twisted with anger. “You again? Don’t you ever give up?”I frowned immediately, though my heart pounded in my chest. “Not until I take him back!”She laughed. “You? You can’t stop me.”I raised my knife, hiding my fear. “Watch me.”Cecilia dropped into a fighting stance. “I guess what I didn't to you the first time isn't enough for you, you seem to have learnt nothing from that encounter. Do you really think you can beat me?”Hearing this, I didn't answer, I summoned all the courage I could get and with that, I charged at her” As I got closer, my eyes widened, Cecilia was fast m, much faster than I expected. She kicked the knife out of my hand before I even got close. It flew into the grass, I gasped and backed
LYDIA'S POV.I didn't know if it was due to the determination and zeal to bring back Auren or if it was something else, but my broken ankle was fully healed nowI could fully flex it the way I was supposed to. Right now, the only sound coming from the Forrest was that of my boots crushing the dried leaves on the forest floor.I ran as fast as I could, this part of the forest was thick and dark with trees which had gigantic leaves, wide enough to wrap around a person. Which was why it was a little difficult to navigate through this part of the forest, as one would need to dodge these wide leaves which were alps blocking the moonlight from entering the forest. As I ran, my hands were tight around my knife,my heart pounded on my chest like a drum.Right now, I could barely see Cecilia ahead, I could make out the shape of her, however, it was more like a shadowy figure. The only thing I noticed very clearly was her long hair which swung from side to side behind her as she ran, pulling
James pov My mind was still occupied with the thought of Lydia running of into the night all by herself. We have all seen how dangerous Cecilia can be, we have seen what she was capable of, which was why right now, it was hard to take my mind of it. What if Lydia was hurt already? What if Cecilia had some rogues waiting and then they Ambushed Lydia, how would she come out of that? However, even with all of this thoughts, I knew I needed to be positive, Lydia has a strong will and I'm sure her string will would save her. All of this still narrowed down to the man in front of me, Damon, I needed to take him out as fast as possible so I could go help Lydia, but that didn't seem like an easy task. The night air was cold, but I barely felt it. Right now, my muscles burned, my chest rose and fell with each heavy breath I took. I could see blood dropping from the cut above my eye, although it was already healing, it was healing at a slow pace. Probably because my body have been stres
Lydia's pov. I could hear the sound of my heart beating wildly on my chest. I wasn't sure if chasing after Cecilia was a good idea, but I just knew I was doing the right thing.I didn't really give it a thought before dashing after her.What were you thinking Lydia?. A voice rang in my head, I shook off the feeling and quickened my pace. I had no idea what was happening behind, James and Jon taking on the leader of the rogues. I sighed as I darted passed a tree, Damon was strong, so strong that he would even be able to go tie to tie with Ezekiel, which was why right now I could hope James and Jon were alright. The night was cold, and the forest felt like it was closing in around me. Shadows moved with every step I took, but I didn’t care. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I ran, I could hear it, my own heartbeat, like a drum following me as I ran.I gripped the small knife with my right hand, however, I could feel it shaking in my hand, I just knew I was scared, so scared an
James pov. As we ran through the forest, fast but quietly, I knew Cecilia was nearby, there was no way she could have gone that far.As we moved together, I noticed anything and I was certain Jon and Lydia must have noticed it too. The forest was quiet, a little too quiet than usual, which was odd. Jon tilted his head to look at me “you noticed that too don't you?” I nodded in affirmation, glancing at Lydia, “Stay close” I gripped my sword tighter as we moved deeper into the trees. The air was cold and damp, and the only sounds were the soft crunch of leaves under our boots and the occasional snap of a branch coupled with the sound from the battle back at the pack house which slowly faded behind us. My eyes kept darting around, watching the shadows, I knew Cecilia was not far from here l, however, the least I wanted was an ambush. There was nothing she couldn't do, she was that bad. “With how quiet the forest is, I am beginning to think we might get Ambushed” Jon muttered wh