Chapter Thirty threeJenna's POVThe next day, Veronica and I continue our training, and even though my arms hurt and I feel like I'm seconds away from face planting on the ground, I am determined to not give up.“You're doing great, Jenna.” Veronica breathes as she lunges at me.I slip past her, and having studied her movements, I predict what she is about to do next, which gives me the sliver of opportunity to elbow her in the ribs and jerk her weapon from her hands.With a scream, I push a shocked Veronica to the ground and straddle her, balling my fist and pointing it at her in a threatening manner.Veronica brings her hands to her face to shield it, and I smirk as I get up and dust off my soiled dress. Even though I am a sweaty mess and my hair feels damp from all the running and punches that I have had to block, I feel incredibly pleased and really accomplished.“That was a nice one.” Veronica says, getting up and mirroring my earlier movements of dusting off the dirt from her d
Chapter Thirty FourJack's POVThe days pass by in a blur of activities that begins to feel monotonous. I settle scores between packmates and organise hunting to ensure that we have enough meals stored away for winter.But none of those activities seem fun anymore, even the sheer act of spending time with Violet leaves me feeling empty. As the days continue to go by, I begin to experience a level of sadness that I cannot shake. I begin to long for so much more than just the daily hunts and settling scores. I find myself wondering about Jenna and the kind of life she lives now. Because I have a certain conviction that she had somewhat lived. And the fact that a young woman, whom I barely knew, could consume my thoughts like this makes me want to smash my head against something.It's Violet that I should be thinking about. It is she whom I should desire, but why isn't that so? Why do I still think about the young woman that I had rejected? This morning, I am filled with the same str
Chapter Thirty Five Jack's POV“I just want us to go back to how we were. It feels like agreeing to be your mate changed things.” She sobs against my shoulder. Guilt tears through me, and I shut my eyes, trying to tamp down the feelings of pain that rams through me. “I am very sorry, Violet.”Violet sniffles and pushes away from me, wiping the last of her tears and meeting my eyes, which are now red-rimmed. “I know that you're sorry, Jack. But what really changed? I need to know.”I shake my head slowly at her, turning away to look into the distance, lost in thoughts. Violet was right, something had really changed. And although I could not deny that Jenna's departure from the park had been the genesis of this change, I couldn't tell Violet so. I felt a lot different now. The activities that used to hold so much meaning for me no longer did. And sometimes I knew that these recent feelings had less to do with Jenna's absence in the pack but more to do with my state of mind. I had
Chapter Thirty SixJenna's POVZephyr joins us a moment later, clad in a beautiful robe that draws attention to the tight muscles of his shoulders and the broadness of his chest.“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Zephyr apologises as he takes his seat. He looks different, with a shaven jaw and hair perfectly brushed back. I watch him smile in Veronica's direction, his eyes lingering on hers for a few more seconds. You demanded our presence. Veronica speaks as if she's conversing with a complete stranger, not her alpha, the same man she had conspired with to deceive me.I can't help but wonder whether anything had happened between them. The tension in the room is palpable. “Yes, yes. I've asked you to come here because we need to discuss something important.”“Then by all means, let's.” Veronica encourages. The alpha turns towards me, and my heart gives a start. He looks at me with a whisper of a smile on his face and a regret in his eyes. “I would like to apologise first to you, J
Chapter Thirty-SevenJenna's POV“Veronica is right.” Zephyr voices finally. He doesn't get up and move towards me like Veronica did, but his eyes convey his pity. “It's his loss. You're exceptionally beautiful, any man would be lucky to have you.”Even though they're right, I know that deep down, sometimes what truly matters isn't the physical traits of people, but what they carry within. I wasn't strong and agile, and so I was unfit to be the alpha's mate. Jack had chosen the woman who possessed these qualities to be his mate. While I had been rejected, left to wither... “Thank you.” I mutter. “But I think his rejection made me realise that sometimes people look past our physical qualities.”“A lot of men usually reject their mate because they feel she's not as attractive as they would have wanted. Women, for a lot of men, are like prized possessions, kept for gazing, just like we do some items we loot from war.”Zephyr picks up his glass and dangles it in the air for emphasis.
Chapter Thirty EightJack's POVViolet’s words are my final undoing. With a groan, I tear the clothes off her body, enjoying the gasp that falls from her puckered lips.Arousal pumps through me as I grab her again, pulling her against my body and allowing her to feel the evidence of my arousal.“Oh Jack.” She moans, “I have imagined this for so long... “ She whispers against my ear, her breathing laboured, skin damp with sweat.I won't lie and say that I have imagined this with Violet, because I have not. I have never imagined possessing her like this, touching her and watching her unfold in my arms. But in this moment, I do. I do want Violet with every fibre of my being. I want to soak myself in her essence, drown myself in her moistness. I kiss Violet again, allowing her to taste the extent of my desire for her. I move my lips to her neck and bite the delicate skin, enjoying the low moan that falls from her lips. Violet slides against my body, as if she's in need of more. And I w
Chapter Thirty NineVeronica's POVYou're right. I agree, realising how insightful the young woman is. Even though she is just a young adult, she'd had to grow up really quickly. What with the death of her papa and how she'd lost her mom at birth.She had turned out really okay, and her mate was really foolish to have let such a spectacular woman go. What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for intellectually. Jenna was a beautiful woman with intriguing layers. I was certain that there was more to her than met the eye. And I wished that she was more open. I sincerely desired to learn everything there was to know about her. I wanted to ask her about her mate to know what it had felt like for her. I wanted to know why I was feeling so conflicted about my feelings for Zephyr and my own chosen mate. I expected the bond with my mate to surpass the physical attraction I felt for Zephyr. So, why wasn't that so? “Veronica?” Jenna's inquisitive voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I
Chapter FortyJenna's POV “I will continue to teach you to fight.” Veronica says, her eyes never leaving mine.“Thank you.” I swallow hard as gratitude fills me. I don't know how my life would have turned out if I had not met Veronica. Perhaps the gods were truly directing my steps.“You're already learning so quickly.” Veronica tells me. “Sooner or later, you'll have my back on the ground.” She turns to give me a wan smile, and I smile back. “Thank you so much, Veronica. I would have been able to do very little without you.”Veronica gives me a side hug. “Let's go back. It's getting cold out here, and we haven't had dinner.”I nod my consent and follow Veronica back inside. We eat in silence as I think about the earlier events of the day. I think about Zephyr's offer and the strange tension that had existed between Zephyr and Veronica. Suddenly, I am curious about Veronica and her mate. She had said very little about him, and I had yet to meet him. “Something on your mind?” Veron
Jenna’s POV The world feels distant, as if I’m watching everything unfold from the outside. My side throbs, a constant reminder of the bullet lodged deep in my flesh. The cool air bites at my skin, but the pain is worse, gnawing at me like an animal digging in my gut. Eleanor kneels beside me, her fingers surprisingly gentle as she peels back the fabric of my shirt, exposing the wound. Her face is set in hard lines, but there’s a quiet intensity to her movements, as though she’s done this a hundred times before. I’ve seen her heal others, but I didn’t expect it to feel so... personal. “You’re lucky it didn’t hit anything vital,” she murmurs, her voice focused. She dabs the wound with a damp cloth, and I flinch, the coolness stinging like fire. “Just get it over with,” I mutter, the words escaping before I can stop them. Eleanor doesn’t respond, but I see her eyes flicker to my face, assessing the depth of my discomfort. She doesn’t push me to talk, just continues working, wh
Jenna’s POVThe smoke clings to my lungs as I crouch by the edge of the forest, my pulse thundering in my ears. The flames consuming the inn crackle and roar, lighting up the dark night like a funeral pyre. My claws ache from the fight, my body trembling from exhaustion, but I can’t stop moving. Not yet. Greta and Mia are safe, but the council won’t let us have this small victory for long. My wolf growls low in my chest, restless and furious. She wants to chase after the hunters to finish what we started. But I force her back, knowing the cost of giving in to that instinct. The council’s hunters are trained for this—calculated, ruthless, and relentless. Tonight was just a warning. I glance around the clearing. Raina stands a few feet away, her usually playful smirk replaced by a hardened glare. She wipes blood from her knuckles, muttering something under her breath. Eleanor is near Caleb, examining the gash across his cheek with her practiced precision. Despite the chaos, her hands
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