Kane’s POV
Weeks. Endless, goddamn weeksEach morning I wake with fire in my blood, and each night I fall into restless slep with nothing to show for it but empty trails and false hope. It’s as if she never existed. As if my son had been nothing but a dream conjured in the haze of pain and regret.But I know better. I saw them. I felt her presence, her fear, her defiance, when they were ripped away from me. That memory haunts me more than the scent of blood in battle. And the silence that followed? It’s the loudest torment I’ve ever known.I stand in my war room, maps and intelligence reports strewn across the table like a battlefield. Pins mark every rumored sighting, every report of a she-wolf and child passing through human territories. We’ve scoured border towns, questioned informants, turned rogue packs inside out. And still...... nothing.“Still nothing?” My voice is low, but the threat in it is undeniable.Dylan stands acrAvery's POVThe scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, grounding me as I sit beneath the old cedar tree that overlooks the training field. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a gentle silver glow over the clearing. My son is a blur of motion, darting after fireflies, his laughter spilling into the night air like a song I never want to forget.It’s peaceful here nowIt’s not something I take for granted. Not after what it took me to finally get this peace.I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my eyes never leaving him. Every step he takes in joy is a reminder of why I had to leave. Why I had to disappear from the only life I’d ever known. Why I endured so much to get here.This place… Midnight Hollow… it is now unlike any other pack I’ve known. They didn’t welcome me with open arms at first. They were wary, curious, they literally bullied me at first. But I didn’t come here seeking approval. I came seeking safety
Kane's POVSearching relentlessly for months.For months, I’ve been chasing ghosts.Each day starts with hope and ends in bitter disappointment. Every trail I follow turns cold. Every whisper fades into nothing. I’ve scoured villages, burned through resources, turned allies into spies and enemies into informants. All in the name of two people, one of whom I barely got the chance to know, my mate.… and my son.And now, I’m running out of places to lookI sit alone in my war room, the firelight flickering over maps and reports littered across the table. My hands are clenched, knuckles white against the parchment. My wolf paces restlessly beneath the surface, snarling at our helplessness. The silence around me is suffocating.Then, there was a knock.Dylan steps in without waiting for my permission, a scroll clutched in his hand, eyes unreadable. He’s been with me long enough to know better th
Kane's POVThe wind howls as we ride into the unfamiliar terrain, a biting cold cutting through even the thickest of furs. The Midnight Hollow Pack.The name alone has haunted me these past few weeks, lingering in the back of my mind like a whisper I couldn’t shake. Every instinct screamed she was here. And now that I’m standing at the edge of their territory, I can feel it, like a current in the air, electric and impossible to ignoreAvery.My heartbeat thunders in my chest as I step past the final tree line. As we discreetly entered into the pack, we entered a large garden at first. And, in the center of the field, framed by moonlight and pine, is her.Avery.My legs nearly give out.She’s alive.Hair wind tossed and wild, eyes sharp like I remember. She’s dressed simply, but she stands tall.... proud, whole, no longer the woman who once fled from me in fe
Kane's POV"They belong to me"My wolf roars inside me as I stand in the middle of the garden, the cool wind biting at my skinMy eyes are locked on him, Callum. He’s standing too close to her, too damn close to what’s mine. Avery stands just behind him, her hand hovering protectively near our son’s shoulder.I can barely look at her without the fury building in my chest. But it's not just rage. It’s pain. Betrayal. A yearning so deep it feels like it’s been carved into my bonesI take a step forward, my voice low, steady, yet filled with every ounce of authority I’ve earned through blood and war.“That woman,” I say, my gaze cutting straight through Callum, “and that child…. they are mine. They belong to me”The words echo, slicing the air between us like a blade.Avery’s face pales. Her lips part, but no words come. Her eyes, those damn eyes I’ve seen in every dream, go wide
Avery’s POVI stood in the middle of it all, caught between two Alphas, one from my past and one from the fragile peace I had found in the present. The air was thick with tension, so heavy I could hardly breathe. All around us, the Midnight Hollow Pack had gathered and they stood frozen, their eyes flicking between Callum and Kane, waiting for a blow that hadn't yet landed.And then there was Callum.He didn’t speak right away. He didn’t react like I expected. No snarling, no immediate rejection of the challenge. Just.… a smirkIt curled slowly at the corners of his mouth, twisting into something dangerous and curious. His golden eyes weren’t filled with anger, no, they gleamed with something else. Amusement. Amusement at Kane’s presence. Amusement at his demand. Amusement at me, perhaps, for being the center of it all“You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” Callum finally said, his tone almost lazy, laced with mock a
AVERY "Run, Avery!" My friend Emma yelled, I took to my heels immediately, my feet began to hurt as I've run through an unknown part for so long. It's midnight in Greenville city, Emma and I were returning from a birthday party celebration, and on our way home we were attacked by rogues. Emma suspected them to be some of my father's enemies. I know we shouldn't have left the pack without some bodyguards to guard us. It was definitely a bad idea. After running for a long while, I fell on the hard ground, hitting my knees hard. I felt a warm liquid drip down my leg and I realized that it was my knee bleeding. It fucking hurts! Exclaimed inwardly. I looked around the dark street, Emma was nowhere to be found. We lost track of each other while running. I cut a part of my dress, using it to tie my wound as I attended to it. "Ahhh" I groaned. Immediately I pulled the piece and finished tying it. Now, I had to stand up and find Emma. I summoned my not-too-strong wolf. Trying
AVERY "Ahhh" I groaned as I was pushed on a huge bed inside a gigantic master's bedroom. The guard who dropped me turned to leave but I immediately ran after him. I couldn't allow them to lock me indoors, I didn't know their motive for bringing me here. I couldn't get to the door in time and he shut it before I could reach it. I immediately banged my fist hard on the door, cussing and yelling. "Let me out of here you bastards! My father will make you all pay for this!" I declared, hitting my fist hard on the door as I increased my yelling. I was in the room for an extra hour, I'm not sure how long it was but I've been locked inside for so long I assumed it must've been an hour. I was tired of hitting the door. No one would come and attend to me, I was exhausted already. I had no choice but to move to the bed to rest. Hopefully, when they're tired of me they'll let me go. I haven't done anything, I must've been kidnapped under a mistaken identity. As I laid on the bed, I felt my
AVERY A cold splash of water hit my skin and I jerked up from my sleep. My whole body was wet and freezing, I looked up to see a mean faced woman glaring at me disgustedly. "How dare you sleep at such an hour?" She scolded me. It almost felt like a dream since I didn't know who she was. "W.. who are you?" I asked her, staring around the room and I realized that I was still locked up. "How dare you ask who I am? Besides being dumb, do you have no respect?" The woman questioned me. Obviously, she hated me already. I don't even know who she is and why she came to me. She moved away from the bed where I was laying on. "Here, put these on," she instructed me. Throwing some clothes at me. I picked up the clothes from my body and on the bed, they were maiden uniforms. "What?" I exclaimed. "Why are you surprised? You are a maiden here now. It's late already so put those on and join your colleagues in the kitchen. I'll assign a duty to you son!" The mean woman explained before leaving
Avery’s POVI stood in the middle of it all, caught between two Alphas, one from my past and one from the fragile peace I had found in the present. The air was thick with tension, so heavy I could hardly breathe. All around us, the Midnight Hollow Pack had gathered and they stood frozen, their eyes flicking between Callum and Kane, waiting for a blow that hadn't yet landed.And then there was Callum.He didn’t speak right away. He didn’t react like I expected. No snarling, no immediate rejection of the challenge. Just.… a smirkIt curled slowly at the corners of his mouth, twisting into something dangerous and curious. His golden eyes weren’t filled with anger, no, they gleamed with something else. Amusement. Amusement at Kane’s presence. Amusement at his demand. Amusement at me, perhaps, for being the center of it all“You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” Callum finally said, his tone almost lazy, laced with mock a
Kane's POV"They belong to me"My wolf roars inside me as I stand in the middle of the garden, the cool wind biting at my skinMy eyes are locked on him, Callum. He’s standing too close to her, too damn close to what’s mine. Avery stands just behind him, her hand hovering protectively near our son’s shoulder.I can barely look at her without the fury building in my chest. But it's not just rage. It’s pain. Betrayal. A yearning so deep it feels like it’s been carved into my bonesI take a step forward, my voice low, steady, yet filled with every ounce of authority I’ve earned through blood and war.“That woman,” I say, my gaze cutting straight through Callum, “and that child…. they are mine. They belong to me”The words echo, slicing the air between us like a blade.Avery’s face pales. Her lips part, but no words come. Her eyes, those damn eyes I’ve seen in every dream, go wide
Kane's POVThe wind howls as we ride into the unfamiliar terrain, a biting cold cutting through even the thickest of furs. The Midnight Hollow Pack.The name alone has haunted me these past few weeks, lingering in the back of my mind like a whisper I couldn’t shake. Every instinct screamed she was here. And now that I’m standing at the edge of their territory, I can feel it, like a current in the air, electric and impossible to ignoreAvery.My heartbeat thunders in my chest as I step past the final tree line. As we discreetly entered into the pack, we entered a large garden at first. And, in the center of the field, framed by moonlight and pine, is her.Avery.My legs nearly give out.She’s alive.Hair wind tossed and wild, eyes sharp like I remember. She’s dressed simply, but she stands tall.... proud, whole, no longer the woman who once fled from me in fe
Kane's POVSearching relentlessly for months.For months, I’ve been chasing ghosts.Each day starts with hope and ends in bitter disappointment. Every trail I follow turns cold. Every whisper fades into nothing. I’ve scoured villages, burned through resources, turned allies into spies and enemies into informants. All in the name of two people, one of whom I barely got the chance to know, my mate.… and my son.And now, I’m running out of places to lookI sit alone in my war room, the firelight flickering over maps and reports littered across the table. My hands are clenched, knuckles white against the parchment. My wolf paces restlessly beneath the surface, snarling at our helplessness. The silence around me is suffocating.Then, there was a knock.Dylan steps in without waiting for my permission, a scroll clutched in his hand, eyes unreadable. He’s been with me long enough to know better th
Avery's POVThe scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, grounding me as I sit beneath the old cedar tree that overlooks the training field. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a gentle silver glow over the clearing. My son is a blur of motion, darting after fireflies, his laughter spilling into the night air like a song I never want to forget.It’s peaceful here nowIt’s not something I take for granted. Not after what it took me to finally get this peace.I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my eyes never leaving him. Every step he takes in joy is a reminder of why I had to leave. Why I had to disappear from the only life I’d ever known. Why I endured so much to get here.This place… Midnight Hollow… it is now unlike any other pack I’ve known. They didn’t welcome me with open arms at first. They were wary, curious, they literally bullied me at first. But I didn’t come here seeking approval. I came seeking safety
Kane’s POVWeeks. Endless, goddamn weeksEach morning I wake with fire in my blood, and each night I fall into restless slep with nothing to show for it but empty trails and false hope. It’s as if she never existed. As if my son had been nothing but a dream conjured in the haze of pain and regret.But I know better. I saw them. I felt her presence, her fear, her defiance, when they were ripped away from me. That memory haunts me more than the scent of blood in battle. And the silence that followed? It’s the loudest torment I’ve ever known.I stand in my war room, maps and intelligence reports strewn across the table like a battlefield. Pins mark every rumored sighting, every report of a she-wolf and child passing through human territories. We’ve scoured border towns, questioned informants, turned rogue packs inside out. And still...... nothing.“Still nothing?” My voice is low, but the threat in it is undeniable.Dylan stands acr
Pain. That’s the first thing I feel as I drift into the realm of the living, raw, agonizing pain that claws through every muscle, every joint, every memory I’ve buried deep.I try to move, but my limbs are dead weight, like they belong to someone else. The darkness clings to me, thick and suffocating, until a dim flicker of candlelight filters through the fog in my mind. My eyes flutter open. The ceiling above me is is unfamiliar. The scent of medicine hangs in the air, laced with something metallic, blood, old and bitter.I’m alive.But at what cost?A presence stirs beside me. I turn my head slowly, every muscle screaming. It’s Dylan, my Beta. Loyal, dependable, always by my side. But there’s something in his eyes. A shadow. A hesitation that doesn’t belong there.My throat feels like sandpaper, my voice little more than a croak. “Where is she?”He stiffens.
Avery’s Point of ViewI walk through the pack grounds this evening, and it’s… strange.The air feels differentNot in the way a storm brews or when something ominous lingers in the shadows. No, this was more subtle, like the pack itself is holding its breath. As if something fundamental had changed, something they couldn’t quite name but felt in their bones. And I could feel it too.Once, they only sneered and hissed at me.Once there was only scorn, mocking laughter, sneers, pointed fingers but now.... now there is hesitation. The Alpha’s children still glare at me, their hatred far from extinguished, but even that looks different now. Duller. Muted by uncertaintyI'm no longer the easy target they used to enjoy tormenting.I see it in the smallest ways.A warrior, Kyle, I think his name is, passes me near the training grounds. Before, he wouldn’t have looked twice at me, mayb
Avery’s POVFor days, I pondered over the knife I had gotten. Should I really use it to just end them all myself?But that would make me a killerThat would make my hands stained with the blood of the Alpha and his children.How will I still be able to use the same blood stained hands to raise my innocent son?No, I cant kill them.Not now.So I hid the knife, waiting for a day when I would have no choice but to use it.......To day was another weekly pack meeting day.The mansion buzzed like a disturbed hive. Whispers flitted through the halls like venomous wasps, my name being the subject of discussion.Their faces were laced with surprise, curiosity, and barely veiled contempt.“Did you hear? Avry snapped at the Alpha’s son a few days back”“She threatened them.”“I heard she nearly clawed his face off.”None of it was true. But none of it was false enough to be ignored either. And the more they whispered, the more I felt their eyes on me. Some filled with scorn, others with some