Jenna’s POVThe forest has an eerie calm to it now, the kind that settles after a storm has wreaked havoc. The crackling fire fades as Eleanor smothers it with dirt. Caleb’s breathing is shallow but steady. Greta keeps a protective arm around Mia, who clings to her with sleepy desperation. “We can’t walk much further,” Eleanor says, her voice matter-of-fact. “We need transportation. Caleb can’t keep going on foot." “And where do you propose we find transportation in the middle of nowhere?” Greta snaps, the strain of the evening making her unusually sharp. “There’s a road not far from here,” Caleb says weakly, wincing as Eleanor adjusts the bandages on his torso. “If we can get there, we’ll find a car." “And do what? Flag someone down and ask nicely to borrow it." Greta’s tone is biting, her frustration bubbling to the surface. Caleb gives her a pointed look. “No. We take it." The group falls silent. Even the crickets seem to pause as the weight of his suggestion sinks in. Greta
Jenna's POVThe sanctuary feels both comforting and unsettling. Morning light filters through the dense canopy above, casting shifting shadows on the weathered walls of the buildings. They are old but sturdy, made of stone and timber, with moss creeping along their edges. It doesn’t look like anyone has been here in years, but Raina moves through the space like she belongs. We gather in what might have once been a communal hall. The air inside is cool, carrying faint traces of mildew and earth. Caleb sinks onto a bench, his face pale and drawn, while Greta busies herself examining Mia’s scrapes and cuts. Eleanor leans against the doorway, her arms crossed, her gaze darting between Raina and the rest of us. “So,” Eleanor begins, her voice low and firm, “what’s the story with this place?" Raina pauses by the broken remains of a fireplace, her hand resting on the stone mantel. “It belonged to my grandmother,” she says, her voice calm but distant. “She passed it down to me when she die
Jenna's POVThe next morning, the sunlight streaming through the cracked windows feels like a quiet promise of peace. It’s been so long since I woke up feeling this rested. The sanctuary, with its quiet stillness, has worked wonders. Raina had given us access to almost every room in the place, though her grandmother’s room was off-limits. “That one’s mine,” she’d said last night, her tone final. No one argued. She also showed us a trunk of her grandmother’s old clothes, carefully stored away. “Take what you need,” she’d said, though her expression was reluctant, like each garment held a piece of her grandmother she wasn’t quite ready to part with. Now, as we gather in the main hall, Eleanor adjusts the sleeve of a blouse she picked out, a faint scowl on her face. “I never imagined I’d wear a dead person’s clothes,” she mutters. “But here we are." Raina stiffens across the room, her face tightening. Greta notices and speaks quickly, smoothing the tension with a smile. “Well, it’s b
Jenna's POVThe forest grows denser the deeper we move. The scent of damp earth and wild greenery fills the air, a sharp contrast to the stale atmosphere of human settlements. There’s an energy here, primal and unrestrained, that stirs something deep within me. We finally stop in a small clearing, sunlight dappling the mossy ground. This is far enough, I decide. “This is the spot,” I say, turning to the group. Eleanor is already tugging off her borrowed shirt, a wicked grin on her face. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m tired of wearing someone else’s clothes." Raina shoots her a sidelong look but says nothing. Caleb and Greta follow suit, their movements efficient and practiced. It feels natural, shedding the remnants of human normalcy to embrace who we are. Mia hesitates.I notice the way her hands clutch at the hem of her sweater and the uncertainty in her eyes. “It’s okay,” I tell her gently. “Take your time." She nods but doesn’t move. Eleanor notices too. “Mia,
Jack's POVThe day starts slow, the lingering exhaustion from training is still clinging to the muscles, but we’re used to that. It's the quiet that feels strange today. After all the noise, the shouting, and the physicality of our lessons, the house feels almost unnervingly still. Violet is inside with the younger ones, settling them into a kind of routine, while the rest of us are scattered around the clearing, checking gear, sharpening weapons, and keeping an eye on the perimeter.I don’t know why it hits me today, but I can feel it—the tension in the air, the prickling sense that something is off. Maybe it’s the calm before the storm, or maybe it’s just the lingering thoughts of our strange neighbors. I don’t trust them, not in the slightest, but I can’t figure out why. And just like that, a knock comes again. Soft, tentative. The doorframe seems smaller with the weight of my unease pressing down on me, but I push it aside, my face carefully neutral. The town’s starting to feel l
Jenna's POVThe walk back to the house is steady but quiet, the weight of our survival sinking in. The forest feels alive in a way that stirs something deep in my chest, the primal part of me that feels most at home out here. But even the wild has its dangers. The Council, the hunters—they could be watching.When the house comes into view, the tension eases just slightly. Mia walks beside me, her white fur shimmering faintly under the dappled sunlight, before she shifts back into her human form. Her cheeks are flushed, and despite the exhaustion, there’s a proud spark in her eyes.“You did well today,” I tell her, my voice quiet but firm.She glances at me, a smile tugging at her lips. “It feels... different now. Like I’ve found a part of myself I didn’t know was missing.”“You have,” I say, resting a hand on her shoulder briefly. “And now, you’ll only get stronger.” She has to be; the world that we live in requires that of her, even though she could be considered a little young. Gre
Jenna’s POVEleanor takes a breath, absorbing the information. “The area around here,” she says cautiously. “Any packs? Anything out of the ordinary?”Silas is quiet for a moment, then he replies in a low, thoughtful tone. “This might be a little too timely to be coincidental.”Eleanor’s stew narrows, her shoulders squaring as she asks, “What is it?”“Earlier today, my wife and I went to say hi to our new neighbors. The empty house that hasn’t been occupied in decades finally got lived in. When Hannah and I heard voices, we decided to go say hi. It turns out it’s a battalion of people—men, women, and children.”“What?” Eleanor gasps.“We are just as shocked as you are,” Silas says wryly. “We tried to get information out of the one who appeared to be the leader without being too direct. But he only gave us smart answers. I’d wanted to let him know we were no threat, but then again, we have to be careful too. Can’t do anything that'll get my wife killed.” Silas’s last statement is pitch
Jenna’s POVThe room feels unusually still as I sit on the edge of the bed, the weight of the day’s tension still hanging in the air. It’s quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that presses in from all sides. The kind that fills a space with thoughts, memories, and emotions that I don’t always want to face. But I don’t have a choice.I try to focus on the faint glow from the bedside lamp, the soft hum of the air around me—anything to drown out the nagging feeling that keeps gnawing at the back of my mind. The decision to wait a few days feels right, but there’s a part of me that’s still restless. The council is out there. Always hunting. Waiting. And I can’t shake the feeling that we’re running out of time.A soft knock on the door breaks my reverie. My heart skips, but I push the nerves down, trying to keep my composure.“Come in,” I call out.The door creaks open slowly, and I turn to see Raina standing there. Her usual easygoing smile is absent tonight. Instead, her expression is g
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