Chapter Hundred and Thirteen Jenna's POV The fire crackles softly, the only sound in the cabin, casting flickering shadows across the walls. I sleep lightly, my arm draped over Raina’s blanket, instinctively keeping close in case she needs me. Her breathing, still shallow but steady, is the rhythm I cling to in the quiet. The fear of losing her hasn’t left me, even though she’s stable now. I can’t shake the terror that grips me every time I think of what almost happened.A light tap on my shoulder pulls me from my fitful sleep. At first, I think I’m dreaming, but the touch comes again—insistent.“Jenna.”Raina’s voice is soft but unmistakable. My eyes snap open, and I blink against the dim light. For a moment, I don’t quite understand what I’m seeing. Then, the world sharpens into focus, and there she is—sitting up. Awake. Alive.“Raina?” I whisper, my voice cracking. My heart leaps into my throat as I stare at her, my mind barely able to register it.She smirks, though it’s weak. “
Chapter Hundred and Fifteen Jenna's POV The fire flickers weakly, casting long, wavering shadows against the walls. But its warmth does nothing to chase away the chill creeping into my bones. The council. The mere thought of them makes my stomach turn.I glance at Raina, who’s still wearing that smirk, as if this whole situation is a joke. But I see it—the faintest flicker of fear behind her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to hide it. I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to speak, though my voice shakes just a little.“We can’t stay here,” I say, quieter this time, but the urgency is clear. “If the council’s after us, it’s only a matter of time before they find this place. We’ll be sniffed out. They’ll track us like animals.”Raina sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes as she shifts on the bed, her smirk faltering for a second. “Wow, Jenna, always the optimist,” she says, but there’s tension in her voice, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.“I’m serious, Raina,” I snap, sharp
Cassie's POV I unlock the door, adrenaline buzzing in my veins, my hands still shaky with excitement. It wasn’t just the thrill of the hunt but the promise of recognition that had my heart pounding. The council would finally see my worth, and tonight would be my breakthrough. This was the proof they’d been asking for—the validation I’d been clawing my way toward for months. “Cassie?” Julius’s voice drifts over from the living room. He’s lounging on the couch in his usual spot, but his eyes are sharp, observing me even before I walk fully into view. “What did you do?” There’s a note of wariness in his voice, as if he already knows the answer. I slide onto the couch beside him, pulling out my phone and angling it in his direction. My lips curve into a smug grin as I bring up the photo. “You’re looking at Raina, mid-transformation,” I announce, letting each word hang in the air. “And Jenna was with her. This is exactly what I needed to prove to the council that they’re not human.” J
Chapter Hundred and Sixteen Eleanor's POVThe cabin is quiet, almost too quiet, and every sound seems amplified against the dense silence. The wind rustles outside, brushing against the walls in soft, steady breaths, as though the night itself is waiting for something. I stand watch, barely moving, my fingers clenched tightly around a makeshift knife I’d sharpened only hours ago. It’s hardly a defense against the council, but it’s something—one of the few things left that gives me the illusion of control. Across the room, Raina and Jenna lie huddled together in fitful sleep, exhaustion finally overtaking their fear, if only for a moment. Raina’s injury keeps her restless, and even in sleep, her body shudders in pain. Her wound, barely stitched up and raw, demands attention. It’s a haunting reminder that we can’t stay here, but moving too soon might kill her. I wish we had the luxury of waiting, just a day or two longer, but the truth is we don’t. Every moment we stay here, the counc
Chapter Hundred and Seventeen Jenna's POV I stir, feeling heavy, like I’m emerging from a dream I can’t quite remember. Blinking, I sit up slowly, and the events of yesterday hit me like a wave. Raina—she was shot. She was so close to death, and I… I fed her my own blood. My gaze drifts to Raina lying nearby, her face no longer pale, the color returned to her cheeks. Relief settles in me, but it’s weighed down by the unknown. We can’t hide forever. There’s no telling how long we’ll be safe here. I rise and pull a shawl around my shoulders against the morning chill, then step outside for a breath of fresh air. Just a few paces from the cabin, I spot Eleanor. She’s standing with her arms wrapped around herself, shoulders slumped, head tilted down. “Eleanor?” I call softly. She looks up, and my chest tightens at the sadness in her eyes. She’s always been so strong, always the one to keep us all together. But today, she looks… tired, weighed down by something I can’t see.“Morning,
Chapter Hundred and Eighteen Jenna's POV Under the dim light of the cabin, Eleanor rubs her eyes and stretches, glancing around with a weariness that I don’t miss. She rises quietly, slipping her arms into her coat and moving toward the door.“Eleanor?” I say softly, watching her pause and look over her shoulder.“Hey, Jenna. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she murmurs, her voice heavy.I glance at the clock on the wall, noticing how little time has passed since we all settled in for the night. “You’re not sleeping again?” I ask, concern clear in my tone.She offers me a small, apologetic smile. “I haven’t slept much since we left the shelter. I don’t know... I just can’t seem to settle.”I sit up, tucking the blanket around my shoulders. “It’s the shelter, isn’t it? You miss it?”Her eyes flicker with a glimmer of sadness. “It was safe. At least, safer than out here.” She hesitates, and then her gaze hardens with that familiar protectiveness. “I think someone should be keeping watch. W
Chapter Hundred and Nineteen Jenna's POV Raina’s eyebrows shoot up, surprise clear in her expression. “The only one?”I nod, my gaze dropping as I continue. “He was the alpha of my former pack. When we met, the bond sparked immediately. But he…” I trail off, taking a breath to steady myself. “He rejected me. He decided that I wasn’t good enough and that I didn’t meet his standards as an alpha’s mate. I was just a reminder of weakness, of what he thought a mate should be.”Raina stares at me, her expression flickering with a mix of surprise and sympathy. “That must have hurt.”I nod, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “It did. It broke me. I left the pack after that. I couldn’t stay and watch him with someone else.”I cannot help but remember the pain that had engulfed me when he called called for that feast, and right before me, had chosen a late for himself. Violet. Bus bestfriend. Right hand woman. One of the strongest women in the pack. She had been everything I wasn't. All tha
Chapter Hundred and Twenty Jack's POV After weeks of travel and uncertainty, we’ve finally found a place to call home. The fields stretch out before us, lush and inviting, with a river cutting through the landscape. A stunning waterfall cascades nearby, surrounded by trees boasting vibrant leaves. The air is filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and fresh earth. This place feels alive, and I can see my pack mirroring my feelings of hope and relief.“Look at this!” I call out to everyone, my voice rising above the chatter. “This is our home now!” Cheers erupt from the pack, echoing in the cool air. I can’t help but grin as I watch them embrace each other, laughter and tears mingling together. This moment is everything we’ve fought for.I scan the crowd, searching for Maria. Ever since Xavier decided to stay behind, she’s been quieter, lost in her own thoughts. But today, as I look over, I see her by the river with Sav. My heart sinks a little when I think about Xavier’s absence,
Jack's POV The morning breaks sharp and cool, the kind that gets under your skin and wakes you up fast. I step outside the house, the crunch of frost under my boots the only sound for a moment. The younger ones are already stirring, their faces alight with a mix of excitement and nerves. They hover near the clearing we’ve set up, glancing at the knives laid out on a rough wooden table.And it reminds me of the first turn that they'd learnt to fight, but not without weapons, how they'd learnt to use the forest to their advantage and protect themselves. Eldris stands at the edge of the group, calm and composed, as usual. He’s giving quiet instructions to one of the older wolves, gesturing toward the targets we’ve rigged up from logs and rope. His efficiency never ceases to amaze me.I draw in a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day settle on my shoulders. It’s my job to guide them, to make sure they understand this isn’t about picking fights or proving dominance. It’s about survi
Jack's POV The house is too quiet, even with the faint hum of activity outside. The younger ones explore the space, their laughter and chatter muffled by the walls. It feels wrong—unnatural—to hear those sounds without the rustling of leaves or the distant howls of the pack in the background. Eldris stands in the doorway, his arms crossed and that familiar, calculating look on his face. He doesn’t say anything right away, but I can feel the weight of whatever’s on his mind. “What is it?” I ask, leaning back against the worn chair. “The younger ones,” he starts, stepping into the room and sitting across from me. “They’re restless. Eager to learn. I’ve been teaching them what I can, but it’s not enough. Jack, we need to consider sending them to school.” The words hit me like a blow. “School?” I repeat, leaning forward. “You’re talking about sending our kids into human schools? Among them?” “Yes,” he says, his tone calm and resolute. My fingers tighten around the armrests. “Y
Jack’s POVThe days pass in a blur of unease and fascination. Each morning, we wake to a world that feels alien—smooth floors beneath our feet, no damp earth or leaves clinging to our skin. The house itself is strange, with its glowing orbs that light up the night and its doors that shut with a tightness that keeps the wind and cold completely at bay. On the first day, Eldris shows us how to use the objects around us. He calls them “appliances.” A box that keeps food cold without ice, a stove that heats without fire, and strange fixtures in the walls that bring water at the twist of a handle. It’s all overwhelming, but there’s no denying how useful these things are. For the pack, adapting to human ways is harder than I expected. Eating from plates with knives and forks feels unnatural, but Eldris insists we must. “If you want to pass as human, you must live like them,” he tells us. “They eat with tools, not their hands. They use furniture, not the ground.” At first, the pack res
Jenna's POV The sharp crack of wood splintering jolts me awake, the sound echoing through the inn like a gunshot. My wolf growls deep inside me, her instincts flaring to life. Something is wrong. I’m out of bed in an instant, yanking open my door just as Eleanor appears in the hallway, her expression grim and focused. “They’re here,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Humans?” I ask, already knowing the answer. She nods, her gaze darting toward the stairs. “Armed. Council dogs."My blood runs cold. The council wasn’t wasting time—they’d sent their human hunters to flush us out. “Wake Caleb and Mia,” I say, my voice hard. “I’ll find Greta." Eleanor nods and disappears down the hall as I race toward Greta’s room. The old wolf is already awake, her sharp eyes scanning the darkness. She doesn’t ask questions—she doesn’t need to. “We’re under attack,” I tell her. “You need to take Mia and run. Get her out of here." Greta frowns, her jaw tightening. “And leave you behind?
Jenna’s POVThe soft knock at my door jolts me awake, my wolf stirring restlessly at the disturbance. The inn is usually quiet at this hour, but the urgency in the sound puts me on edge. I swing my legs off the bed and pad to the door, opening it to find Eleanor. She stands with her arms crossed, her eyes holding a strange mix of calm and tension. “Come with me,” she says softly, gesturing for me to follow. I don’t question her. Something in her tone tells me this isn’t about the spy we’d uncovered earlier—it’s something else. I throw on a sweater and trail her down the creaky stairs, out the back door, and into the crisp night air. Eleanor leads me toward the cluster of trees at the edge of the inn’s property. There, in the faint moonlight, two figures emerge—a young man and a woman, their clothes worn and their faces etched with fatigue. “They showed up tonight,” Eleanor says, stopping a few steps away from them. “They need help." I glance between the strangers and Eleanor, my
Jack's POV The forest opens before us, the dense canopy giving way to the edges of human civilization. For days, we’ve trudged through the wilderness, the ground uneven and slick with fallen leaves, but now the terrain changes. The air smells different—cleaner yet tinged with the faint aroma of smoke and something else I can’t place. Ahead, Eldris halts and raises his hand, signalling us to stop. His sharp eyes scan the horizon, and I follow his gaze. Just beyond the treeline, the human settlement comes into view. It’s nothing like I expected. “Is that... brick?” Violet whispers, her voice unsteady. She steps forward, her amber eyes wide with disbelief, her usual guarded demeanour replaced with genuine curiosity. I nod slowly, though I can hardly believe it myself. The structure ahead is a small house, built from smooth red bricks that seem unnaturally uniform. The roof is sloped, its tiles perfectly aligned, and a strange reflective material covers the windows. The whole thing lo
Jack's POV The forest breathes with life as dawn breaks, the air crisp and laden with the earthy scent of dew-soaked leaves. I rise before the others, my senses attuned to every sound. The pack sleeps in scattered clusters, their forms wrapped in blankets and cloaks against the chill. Last night’s feast brought a rare sense of calm, but it won’t last. It never does. I stretch, my muscles tight from days of travel, and take a moment to survey the clearing. Eldris is awake too, perched on a fallen log near the edge of the camp. His eyes are distant, his posture stiff, as though he’s wrestling with thoughts; he doesn’t dare voice. It’s not unusual for him to keep to himself, but something about his demeanour today feels different. I approach him quietly, my footsteps deliberately light to avoid waking the others. He doesn’t flinch or startle as I sit beside him, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Couldn’t sleep?” I ask, breaking the silence. He shakes his head. “Not much use in it thes
Jack's POV The scent of the buck is sharp in the air, cutting through the familiar tang of the forest. My senses sharpen, every sound and movement amplified. Days of empty bellies and restless nights have made the pack restless, but this kill will change that. It has to. I raise a hand, signalling the pack to halt. “Quiet,” I whisper, my voice low and firm. They freeze behind me, their eagerness palpable, their breaths hushed. Eldris, as always, stays a step behind the group, watching with his usual calm detachment. His presence still stirs unease, though I’ve made it clear that he’s staying. His knowledge of the forest and Nightspire’s plans is too valuable. The buck comes into view—a magnificent creature, its antlers spreading wide, its body taut with strength. It grazes in a small clearing, blissfully unaware of the predators lurking just beyond the trees. My heart quickens, but my movements remain deliberate and precise. I glance back, meeting Violet’s eyes briefly. For a mome
Violet’s POV The pack trudges onward, exhaustion creeping into every step. Jack leads at the front, his movements steady despite the weariness I know he must feel. I linger near the back, my mind clouded not by fatigue but by the whispers of the tether. It coils around my thoughts like smoke, its voice soft and insidious. ‘Eldris doesn’t belong here,’ it murmurs. ‘He’s dangerous, a shadow in the fold.’I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. But the tether persists, weaving doubt into every corner of my mind. It knows how to press against my insecurities, exploiting the fact that Eldris has been with us for days yet remains an enigma. When the pack pauses to rest near a shallow river, I feel the tether’s presence stronger than ever, a cold weight in my chest. Wolves fan out to gather firewood and prepare for the night, but I stay rooted in place, my gaze fixed on Eldris as he speaks quietly with Asa. ‘You should tell Jack,’ the tether urges. ‘Convince him to rid the pac