Jack’s POV The silence is suffocating as we huddle together in the shadows of the council’s mansion—Eleanor’s lair. The structure looms ahead, its towering spires cutting into the night sky like jagged blades. From this distance, it looks deceptively quiet, but we all know better. They’re waiting for us. “Listen up,” I say, my voice low but firm as I look at the faces around me. Wolves from different packs, rogues, all of us brought together by the same goal—to end this. To make sure no one has to live under Eleanor never takes wolves as prisoners to do as she pleases again. The weight of leadership settles on my shoulders, but I welcome it. I have to get this right. “We don’t have the luxury of a second chance,” I continue, my hazel eyes locking on each of them. “We do this clean. We do this together. And we don’t leave anyone behind.” Raina nods sharply, her face set with determination. Caleb clenches his fists, a silent promise in his eyes. Greta stands beside him, the ten
Jenna’s POVThe moment Jack shoves the council chamber doors open, the trap is sprung. Flames explode across the room, roaring to life from hidden runes carved into the stone floor. The heat is instant, fierce, and blinding, forcing us back. Shadows shift as figures emerge from behind thick stone pillars, their weapons gleaming in the firelight. Eleanor stands at the center of it all, poised and elegant as ever, her hair catching the glow of the flames. Her smile is sharp, predatory, and it makes my stomach twist. “Welcome,” she says, her voice dripping with mockery. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Her wolves step forward, forming a protective ring around her. I count a dozen at least, and I know there are more in the shadows. This isn’t a battle; it’s a slaughter waiting to happen. Jack growls low beside me, his hazel eyes flashing with fury. “Eleanor.” “Jack,” she replies smoothly, her gaze sweeping over all of us. “And you’ve brought friends. How thoughtful. It’ll make thi
Jenna’s POVThe howl pierces through the chaos like a lifeline, but it’s not Eldris. It’s someone else. Zephyr. The chamber doors crash open with a force that silences even the roaring flames. All eyes turn to him as he strides in, his golden eyes blazing with fury. The firelight dances across his figure, illuminating the rage etched into every line of his face. But it isn’t his anger that steals my breath. It’s the figure in his arms. Veronica. Her body is limp, pale, and heartbreakingly fragile. The woman who saved me, who taught me to fight and gave me a reason to believe again, now looks as though she could slip away at any moment. “Veronica!” My voice cracks, and my sword clatters to the ground as I run to her. I drop to my knees beside Zephyr as he gently lowers her to the floor. My hands tremble as I reach out, cradling her face. Her skin is ice-cold, her eyes fluttering weakly open. “It’s me,” I whisper, tears blurring my vision. “It’s Jenna. You’re safe now.” Her lip
Jenna’s POVThe large room is eerily silent, save for the crackling of the remaining flames and the distant howl of the wolves. The air smells of ash and blood, a pungent reminder of what we’ve lost—and what we’ve gained. Zephyr carries Veronica with a gentleness that seems out of place amid the destruction. His golden eyes are fixed ahead, his expression unreadable. Eleanor, bound and gagged, is dragged along by Caleb and Raina, her protests muffled but persistent. Jack walks beside me, his hazel eyes scanning for any sign of danger. As we step out of the council’s chambers, the cold night air bites at my skin, but I barely notice. My thoughts are racing, torn between relief and unease. Veronica is alive, but barely. Eldris and the others are safe, but the council elders are still out there, plotting their next move. “We don’t have time to waste,” Jack says, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “The council will regroup if we don’t move fast.” Zephyr halts abruptly, his back s
Jack’s POV Jordan teeters at the edge of the balcony, the cold wind whipping his silver hair. My breath comes in harsh gasps as I lunge forward, my hand outstretched. I can’t let him fall. “Jordan!” I shout, my voice raw. My fingers close around the collar of his coat, yanking him backward with all the strength I can muster. His body hits mine hard, and we tumble to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Behind me, I hear the clatter of hurried footsteps. Violet’s voice cuts through the chaos, high and desperate. “Jordan, no!” I glance back just as Violet reaches us. Her pale face is streaked with tears, but the older man snarls, his fury raw and unfiltered. “Stay back!” he roars, his voice a thunderclap in the still night. His hand lashes out in warning, and for a split second, I think he’ll strike her. Violet freezes, her hands raised in surrender. “I... I just want to help,” she stammers, her voice trembling. Jordan’s eyes blaze, filled with a mix of anger and anguish. “You think y
Jack’s POVThe silence after Jordan’s declaration feels endless. Violet remains on her knees, trembling. Her pale face is streaked with tears, her eyes empty yet desperate. “I can’t go anywhere else,” she whispers, breaking the quiet. Her voice is hoarse, strained. “No other pack will take me. You all know what I’ve done.” She looks up at us, her expression pleading. “Please. Don’t leave me behind. I can make things right.” I clench my fists, my patience wearing thin. “You’ve had your chances, Violet. We trusted you, and you turned on us. Why should we believe you now?” Her lips tremble, and for a moment, I think she won’t answer. But then she takes a shaky breath, lifting her chin. “Because I didn’t betray anyone to Eleanor. Not once. Not when I could have.” Her words hang in the air, sharp and unexpected. Jordan scoffs, his silver eyes narrowing. “And we’re supposed to give you credit for that? After everything else you’ve done?” “No,” she says quickly, shaking her head. “But
Jenna’s POV“Get up,” Jack orders, his voice firm and commanding. “Lead the way to the Elder Council’s hideout.” Violet stumbles to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate, as if every step is a reminder of her shame. She glances at me briefly, her expression wary, then turns toward the gates. I follow silently, my thoughts spinning as I process everything she’d said earlier. The tether. Jack’s true mate. Is that why it’s been so hard to forget him? I’d spent years trying to bury the pain he’d caused me, trying to convince myself that I was better off without him. But it never worked. No matter how much time passed, no matter how far I tried to run, I could never truly let him go. My chest tightens as I think back to all the times I’d tried to form a bond with someone else. Every time, it had felt wrong—forced, like I was trying to fit a piece of myself into a mold it didn’t belong in. Was that because… because Jack was the only one? The realization hits me like a storm
Jenna’s POV“Get up,” Jack orders, his voice firm and commanding. “Lead the way to the Elder Council’s hideout.” Violet stumbles to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate, as if every step is a reminder of her shame. She glances at me briefly, her expression wary, then turns toward the gates. I follow silently, my thoughts spinning as I process everything she’d said earlier. The tether. Jack’s true mate. Is that why it’s been so hard to forget him? I’d spent years trying to bury the pain he’d caused me, trying to convince myself that I was better off without him. But it never worked. No matter how much time passed, no matter how far I tried to run, I could never truly let him go. My chest tightens as I think back to all the times I’d tried to form a bond with someone else. Every time, it had felt wrong—forced, like I was trying to fit a piece of myself into a mold it didn’t belong in. Was that because… because Jack was the only one? The realization hits me like a storm
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