Jenna’s POVThe council’s house looms before us, a sprawling, fortress-like structure shrouded in shadows. Its high, jagged walls are topped with razor wire, and ominous black towers rise into the night sky, their floodlights sweeping over the grounds like watchful eyes. The very air around the place feels oppressive, heavy with the weight of suffering and despair. As we’re herded closer, I can make out the details—the thick iron gates, the barred windows, the faint, distant cries of prisoners echoing through the night. My stomach churns, dread pooling in my chest. This isn’t a house. It’s a prison. Inside, the hallways are narrow and dimly lit, lined with heavy steel doors. The scent of mildew and sweat hangs in the air, and the faint sound of dripping water adds to the suffocating atmosphere. The hunters lead us forward, their guns never wavering, and the bracelets on our wrists hum softly, draining our strength with every step. We’re not allowed to talk. The hunters bark orders
Jenna’s POVZephyr’s golden eyes glimmer faintly in the dim light of his cell, their intensity muted but not extinguished. He leans heavily against the bars, his strength clearly diminished. The sight of him, once so strong and unyielding, now reduced to this fragile state, makes my chest tighten. “I never thought I’d see you again, little flower,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse, barely loud enough to cross the narrow hallway separating us. Hearing that nickname again after so many years sends a wave of warmth through me, thawing the icy fear that’s been gripping my heart since the van door slammed shut. Memories flood back—memories of a time when I’d thought my life was over, only for him to appear like a storm and save me. “Zephyr…” My voice cracks as I speak, the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. “You saved me from those savages. You took me in. Treated me like I was your guest…” He nods, a faint, almost wistful smile tugging at his lips. “I remember.” I grip the bar
Violet’s POVI step out of the luxurious bathroom with a satisfied sigh. It had taken me nearly an hour to figure out how the shower worked. The humans and their inventions... ‘Well done, Violet. Finally, you have done something worthy of note.’ The tether's voice whispers, coiling around me like a vice, making it almost impossible to breathe. I swallow hard. I should feel happy; I should feel proud that I have finally done something the tether likes; I should be enjoying the lauding, but no. I am ridden with guilt, remembering the pain on Papa's face when I had stepped towards Eleanor. What have I done? ‘Are you having second thoughts, little one? Do you want to go back to Jack? To be locked in a rat-infested cell awaiting death?’The door to the private room creaks open, and Eleanor steps in, her predatory smile firmly in place, the tether's presence fading away at the intrusion. I sit at the edge of a surprisingly plush bed, the warm bath I’d just taken doing little to wash aw
Jack’s POV I sit slumped against the cold stone wall of my cell, my head in my hands. The air is thick with despair, a suffocating weight pressing down on me. Violet’s betrayal replays in my mind over and over, each word cutting deeper than the last. She knew about Jenna. She had always known. But how? I never told anyone. Not even Jordan. It was my burden to carry, my secret to bury. Did Jenna somehow let it slip? No—she wouldn’t do that, not intentionally. And yet, the thought gnaws at me. I can’t remember ever feeling this defeated. My pack is gone, my people captured, and now Violet—someone I once trusted implicitly—has turned her back on us all. Her words about being second-best, about being broken, echo in my head, and guilt claws at my chest. Had I failed her, too? A loud clang jolts me from my spiraling thoughts. The cell door creaks open, and one of the hunters steps inside, a sneer plastered across his face. He throws a stale piece of bread at me, the loaf bouncing off
Eleanor’s POVThe council chamber hums with quiet anticipation, a subdued energy that vibrates through the ancient stone walls. I stand at the center of the room, under the intense scrutiny of the elders. Their expressions are unreadable, masks of power and authority, but the glint in Elder Marlow’s eyes reassures me. She always has that glint when she’s proud, though she’d never say it outright.“Eleanor,” she begins, her voice steady, each word measured, “you’ve done what no one else could. You succeeded where hundreds failed.”The weight of her words presses down on me, and I bow my head slightly, hiding the flicker of satisfaction that rises in my chest. The faces around me are stern but approving. Elder Markus, my father, sits closest to Marlow, his sharp features softened by a rare smile. “You’ve proven yourself indispensable,” Markus adds, leaning forward in his chair. “The perfect mole. Years of training, of sacrifice—and it’s paid off spectacularly. You’ve brought us everyth
Eleanor's POV “You saved me,” I say, my voice quieter now. “When my parents left me, you and Father gave me a life. A purpose.”Marlow’s expression softens further, her eyes gleaming with something I can’t quite name. Pride? Affection? “You were always meant for something greater,” she says. “Your parents may have given you life, but we gave you a future. And you’ve made the most of it.”I nod, swallowing hard against the emotions threatening to rise. “I’ll finish this,” I promise. “For the council. For you and Father.”Marlow places a hand on my shoulder, the warmth of her touch grounding me. “We’re proud of you, Eleanor. And we trust you to see this through.”Her words linger in my mind as she walks away, leaving me alone in the dim corridor. I close my eyes, drawing in a slow, steady breath. The memories of the past cling to me like shadows, but I push them aside. This is who I am now. A weapon forged by the council. A tool for humanity’s survival.I turn and make my way back to m
Jenna’s POVThe morning light barely filters into the empty cell, casting long shadows across the cold, damp walls of my cell. I wake to the sound of shallow breathing and groans of pain coming from the cells around me. The air is thick with despair, but I refuse to let it seep into my bones. Across the hallway, Zephyr slumps against the bars of his cell, his golden eyes dull, his body weakened beyond recognition. He looks smaller somehow, like the weight of the bracelet has crushed not just his strength but his spirit. "Zephyr," I call softly, trying to coax him back into the present. He lifts his head slowly, his movements lethargic. "What is it, little flower?" His voice is weaker than yesterday, and hearing him like this fills me with dread. "You're not yourself," I say, gripping the bars of my own cell. "We need to figure out a way to fight back. Together." He chuckles darkly, the sound hollow. "There’s no fight left in me, Jenna. They’ve taken it all." "That’s not true," I
Jennas PovThe guard steps into my cell, his baton raised high, ready to beat the rebellion out of me. He towers over me, his lips curled in a sneer, but I don’t back down. Instead, I meet his gaze head-on, defiance blazing in my eyes. “Sit down and shut up,” he barks, swinging the baton in a warning arc. I grit my teeth, my wolf growling just beneath the surface. “You think you scare me? You’ve already lost.” He steps closer, the heavy thud of his boots reverberating through the cell. As he lifts his arm to strike, a guttural, inhuman roar shatters the tension. Across the hallway, Zephyr has lunged to his feet, gripping the bars of his cell with trembling hands. His golden eyes burn with an intensity I haven’t seen in days. “Get away from her!” he bellows, his voice raw and commanding. The guard turns, distracted for just a moment, but it’s enough. With a feral snarl, Zephyr sinks his teeth into his wrist. I watch in stunned silence as his jaws clamp down, and with a sickening c
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