Jenna's POV As I head back to my room, the embers of Greta’s words still smolder in my chest, sparking an unexpected fire. I can’t quite shake the idea that’s taken root in my mind—this old inn, worn but sturdy, could be more than just a shelter. Greta has given us a roof, and maybe that’s all she meant it to be, but I feel it could become so much more. The council and their spies may be relentless, yet the thought of creating a place of true refuge here, hidden away from their reach, fills me with a hope I haven’t felt in a long time.But I can’t sleep with that hope buzzing through me. My muscles are tight from tension, my senses still sharp. After so long on the run, my instinct for survival won’t let me sit still tonight.I change course, slipping quietly out of my room, down the creaky staircase, and through the hallway that opens up to the inn’s back courtyard. It’s just wide enough for me to stretch and maybe practice a few moves, though the space is uneven, and the only light
Jenna's POV The next morning, I wake up to the inviting smell of freshly baked bread and a warm light spilling through the window. I stretch and take a moment to appreciate how comfortable the bed is, thinking I could easily get used to mornings like this. Quickly dressing, I follow the delicious aroma that wraps around me like a soft blanket, guiding me downstairs.In the kitchen, Eleanor is already busy, moving carefully among the pots, pans, and jars, as if she’s studying each one to memorize its place. I can see the concentration on her face, testing every step she takes, and I stand back for a moment, admiring her determination.Eleanor has always looked a lot more relaxed in the kitchen. Maybe cooking is also therapeutic for her. I have come to really enjoy the art of making food. I bet it's the same for her too. “Need a hand?” I ask softly, not wanting to startle her.She looks up, relief washing over her features. “I’m just trying to figure out where everything is. I think G
Jenna's POV Greta does not join us for breakfast. She had complained about her legs this morning. Rosie says, her expression seeming guarded. "Is she alright?" I ask, concerned filling every pore in my body. "She is okay, not open to receiving visitors at the moment, but I'm sure she will come down when she falls ready." Rosie says. For a moment, I wonder whether Greta and Rosie could be hiding things from us, but I don't probe. They have a right to their privacy in the same way I do to mine. So far, Greta's aura and that if her housekeeper has been clean, I haven't felt like I have anything to worry about. But if they're really wolves in sheep clothing, time will reveal it. After breakfast, we decide to tour the neighboring town. "The town does not exactly boast of anything." Rosie had said when Raina had offered that we look around. "It's just the local post office and diner. Most of the locals have moved further up; nothing really happens here anymore." She had looked a lit
Violet’s POVThe night is filled with chaos—wolves fighting, growling, and struggling in a brutal clash. The Nightspire pack has launched a fierce attack, and our pack fights back with everything we have. Claws and teeth flash in the dark, bodies colliding as everyone struggles to hold their ground. I try to stay focused, fighting alongside my pack, but there’s something else pulling at my attention.It’s the tether; its pull is stronger than ever, whispering in my mind, tugging me toward the edge of the battlefield. I clench my jaw, forcing myself to stay in the fight, but it’s no use. The tether is like an invisible hand, reaching deep into my mind, urging me to leave the battle behind and follow it into the shadows.I glance around, making sure no one notices me stepping back, and then slip toward the trees. The sounds of the battle fade a little as I move into the shadows, but I can still hear the snarls and cries of my packmates fighting for their lives. My heart pounds, but the
Jack’s POVThe battle is over; our retreat signaled our surrender. The Nightspire pack had won. I wasn't ashamed about our defeat. After the last attack on our pack by the humans, the last thing I wanted was to lose more of my people to the cold hands of war. Our pack has suffered deeply; I can see it in the exhaustion on their faces and the wounds on their bodies. We were forced to retreat, the land we thought would be ours slipping away like sand between our fingers. As we regroup, the silence is deafening. Everyone’s eyes are cast downward, all too aware of the cost of this fight. Derrick, one of our bravest and kindest wolves, lies cold and still on the ground. Just hours ago, he was alive, a strong force helping secure the new territory. I kneel beside him, feeling the weight of guilt and loss. Derrick deserved better than this end. He was one of the first to join us, one who believed in the vision of finding a new place where we could be safe. His loyalty to me, to the pack,
Violet's POVWe move deeper into the forest, shadows stretching around us as night falls. The pack is tired and tense; everyone’s focused on getting to safety, but my mind is a storm. I can't shake the image of Derrick's face, the shock and pain in his eyes as he realised what I'd done. I hadn’t just taken his life—I’d betrayed him. Even now, the guilt gnaws at me, an ache that won’t go away. But the tether won’t let me dwell on it. It tightens its grip, whispering that this is just the beginning, that we’re doing what’s necessary to make the pack stronger. It tells me that Derrick’s child, Lyra, is the next step in that plan.Lyra, a little girl of ten with her father’s brown eyes and short, curly brown hair, had always been bright, clever, and eager to learn. While we journeyed through the forest, she was one of the first to pick up skills like catching small prey and defending herself. She learned fast and was braver than most adults, even though she was just a child. Her innocenc
Jack's POVThe air is thick with tension as we move through the dense woods. A faint rustling above signals the presence of an owl, but even the forest seems unusually quiet today. The only sound I hear clearly is my own breath, steady and controlled. But that doesn't stop the unease creeping into my chest. Violet is ahead, just within sight. I can see the tension in her posture and the way her eyes scan the darkness between the trees, vigilant as ever. She’s become a shadow of the woman I once knew; her edge dulled, and the fire that once burnt within her flickering weakened.I don’t know when it happened. Maybe it was the attacks, or maybe it was the pressure of the responsibility I placed on her shoulders. But something is off. The fierce, unyielding force I admired in her feels distant now, submerged beneath layers of coldness. The bond we once shared is fraying, thin threads pulling apart with each passing day. The silence between us feels heavier than it ever has before.I canno
Jenna's POVThe next morning, the air in the inn feels lighter. The sun spills through the cracks of the old, wooden beams, casting a warm glow over everything. I’m at the long table, watching the others as they move around the kitchen. Eleanor and Raina chat in low voices, more relaxed than they’ve ever been. After everything we’ve been through, this feels like the calm before the storm. But it’s a nice calm, the kind that almost makes you forget how much danger we’re really in.The kitchen door swings open, and Greta steps in. It’s the first time she’s come down for breakfast since we got here. There’s a softness in her eyes, a little less tension in her posture. She moves toward the table with a small, genuine smile, her eyes lingering on each of us.“Morning,” she says simply, taking her spot at the head of the table.We all greet her back, but it’s the first time the atmosphere feels truly comfortable. It doesn't feel like she's just tolerating us anymore. I think she’s starting
PrologueJenna’s POVThe house is a haven of warmth and calm, filled with the low hum of contentment. Outside, the world continues to bustle—the sounds of children’s laughter echo through the air, accompanied by the chatter of pack members as they go about their tasks. We’ve built something here, something beautiful, and I never imagined it would feel like this. I sit in a sturdy chair by the window, my feet propped up and my swollen belly cradled gently in my hands. It's almost time—our child is growing inside me, and the thought brings a mixture of joy and anticipation. The days are passing slowly now, each one bringing us closer to the arrival of our little one. And with Jack by my side, I know we can face whatever the future holds. I hear footsteps approaching and look up to see Mia standing in the doorway, a soft smile on her face. She holds a bowl of warm water and a cloth in her hands, her expression a mix of eagerness and affection. “Jenna,” she says, her voice light. “I wa
Jenna’s POV The next morning, I find Veronica standing by the edge of the clearing, her silhouette framed by the soft light of dawn filtering through the trees. The previous day had been filled with lots of hugs of goodbye. I had witnessed people cry as they'd embraced and promised to stay in touch. Greta had decided to return to her inn and rebuild it again. She had enjoyed the thrill of fighting and was glad that she was on the right side of history, but she needed to rest, and she couldn't think of a better place to do it. Raina and Caleb, though, had chosen to stay with us. And I was more than happy to still have them. Veronica looks serene despite her exhaustion, her posture as graceful as ever. It’s a sight that brings a pang of nostalgia to my chest, a reminder of the countless hours we’d spent together training, laughing, and sharing dreams of a better future. I approach her slowly, hesitant for reasons I can’t quite articulate. She notices me immediately, her lips curvi
Jack’s POV “Are you both joined together by the hip?” Raina asks as she approaches Jenna and I. Jenna lets out a low chuckle as she disentangles from me and moves towards her friend to warmonger in a hug. “We did it!” I hear her say as she continues to stay in her embrace. Raina rubs her back fondly, returning Jenna's hug with a soft, sad smile. “We did it, even though we're no longer complete.” Jenna steps back and looks at Raina, whose eyes are now wet with tears. “The last thing I expected was Eleanor's betrayal.”Jenna's shoulders slump in sadness as she nods. “At least we still have Greta and Caleb.”Raina smiles again as she clasps Jenna's hands in hers. “At least we still do.” As they continue to talk, Caleb and Greta join them, and I decide to step away and give them the privacy to talk and reunite. As soon as I am a considerable distance away from the group, Zephyr approaches me with a calm but deliberate stride, his golden eyes steady and unreadable. He stops a few f
Jack’s POV Jenna has returned to the women, helping them with whatever she can and rationing the last of our supplies. I watch her, marveling at how far she’s come. She’s not the same woman I foolishly rejected all those years ago. Jenna has always been brave, but now she’s a force to be reckoned with—a leader in her own right. Her quick wit and relentless courage have saved me more than once, and I know, deep down, that I owe her more than just my life. As she laughs softly at something Raina says, my chest tightens with a mix of pride and longing. Maybe I needed to be stupid enough to let her go back then to realize what I’d lost. Maybe my reckless decision to reject her wasn’t just a mistake but a painful lesson I had to learn to truly see her worth. And gods, she’s worth everything. I watch her for a moment longer, my wolf pacing restlessly within me, yearning to be close to her. The thought of spending the rest of my life with her—of building something lasting when all this
Jack’s POV The forest is quiet, save for the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional crackle of the embers still smoldering behind us. The air feels heavy, laden with the scent of ash and smoke from Violet’s pyre, and though her flame has burned out, the weight of her memory lingers. I catch sight of Jenna standing with Raina and a few of the other women. They're all talking and laughing, their voices ringing out steady and true. The sound of it makes my heart warm. We might have experienced our own loss, but we had emerged victorious. Jenna is beautiful in a way that makes my chest ache, her blonde hair catching the light and her shoulders held high despite the exhaustion I know she’s feeling. She’s always been like that since we met again—strong, unwavering. My anchor in a storm I was too blind to see for years. As I watch her, my mind drifts back to the look in her eyes earlier, when I spoke about Violet. It wasn’t judgment or anger I saw there, but confusion. Maybe even
Jenna's POVThe trek through the forest is quiet, somber. Jordan carries Violet’s body in his arms, his face set in a grim mask of determination. None of us speak, but the weight of what we’ve endured is palpable. Every step away from the battlefield feels heavier than the last.We find a small clearing as the sun begins to rise, its pale light filtering through the trees. The others gather around, their expressions weary but resolute. Zephyr and his people—no longer strangers but allies—stand a respectful distance away. Even Veronica, her frailty evident as she leans against Zephyr for support, watches silently.Jordan kneels, carefully laying Violet’s body on the grass. He brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, his hands trembling. “I’m taking her home,” he says, his voice raw. “She deserves to rest where she belonged.”For a moment I wonder whether he even remembers that there is no home for now. “Jordan…” Jack steps forward. “Carrying her all that way isn’t practical. I
Jenna’s POVAs we prepare to leave the hideout, I look around, still in utter disbelief that it's really over. Blood stains the ground, and the metallic scent of it lingers in the air. The bodies of the council elders lie scattered, their once-mighty forms now lifeless and cold.Violet’s lifeless form rests where she fell, and though I ache to go to her, to pay my last respect, something else draws me forward.Eleanor.She’s still kneeling where we had chained her. She doesn’t look up as I approach, her head bowed, her long hair falling in a curtain around her face.Sue doesn't look up, nor does she say a thing as I approach. I watch her, my heart acting as I recall all that we had been through together. I remember the first day I had arrived the shelter, saved by a wonderful woman by the name Caroline. A kind human that I'd never forget. When I had gotten to the shelter, Eleanor had been one of the sheltered women who had been introduced to me. I had known as soon as I saw her that
Jenna’s POVThe laughter of the elders grates against every nerve in my body, but it’s Jordan’s raw cry that truly shatters me. The sound of his grief echoes through the chamber, cutting through the taunts and jeers like a blade. Violet’s lifeless body lies in his arms, her sacrifice an unbearable weight on all of us. “Get up, Jordan,” Jack commands, his voice cold and fierce. His hazel eyes are fixed on the elders, blazing with an anger I’ve never seen before. “She gave her life for this fight. Don’t let her sacrifice be in vain.” Jordan doesn’t respond at first, his shoulders shaking as he clings to Violet. But then, something shifts. A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, growing louder until it fills the room. He lifts his head, his eyes no longer just filled with sorrow but something far darker—pure, unrelenting rage. When he speaks, his voice is guttural, barely human. “You’ll pay for this.” The ground beneath us trembles as Jordan rises, Violet’s body lifelessly la
Jenna’s POV The battle rages on, each moment more chaotic than the last. The air crackles with energy, the shouts and snarls of my pack mixing with the mocking laughter of the council elders. Blood stains the ground, and the scent of it makes my stomach churn, but I can’t let myself falter. Jack fights with the ferocity of a true Alpha, his hazel eyes blazing as he clashes with the leader of the council. She meets his every move with a smirk, as though she’s toying with him, her power radiating in waves. Nearby, Jordan fights with an unmatched intensity, his movements fueled by both desperation and determination. He’s holding his own against a wiry elder, but I can see the strain in his stance, the exhaustion creeping into his limbs. “Jordan, fall back!” Jack shouts, his voice commanding even amidst the chaos. But Jordan doesn’t retreat. He presses on, his strikes fierce but reckless. I can’t blame him—his daughter had not only betrayed her own pack but had been chained and kept