Chapter FiftyJack's POV My head spins at Violet's story, and I find it a little hard to wrap my head around all that she's told me. “So, your blood was what brought me back to life?” I ask, unable to keep the disbelief out of my tone. Violet shakes her head like she's disappointed at my unbelief. “You were not dead, Jack.”And then we both fall silent, each lost in thought. I think about the story, which I know to not be entirely bizarre. Papa told tales of how the women in earlier times had the power to heal, and this power only came upon them on rare occasions, like during the blood moon or very brutal wars where too many lives were lost. I had thought of the story as mere tales, told for entrainment. I had never believed that I would ever witness it happen, nor that it would happen to me. “The blood moon came in record time, and I am more than happy that it did, because that means that we still have you.” Violet's voice for the first time is tinged with relief and happiness.
Chapter Fifty OneJack's POV “I won't sit around again and wait for the humans to come with their guns and take my life.” Xavier all but growls.A few people have come out of their trunda to listen, and some have a look that suggests that they stand with Xavier. With unnatural speed, I fly towards Xavier and slam him to the ground, my rage burning so fiercely that my body half turns, my skin prickling with the presence of my fur, my fangs out and long, making speech a lot harder. But I growl out my words anyway.“We have lost too many people this season, but I wouldn't hesitate to pierce your throat with my fangs if you ever talk to me like that in the presence of others.”Xavier swallows hard and nods, but even though his fear is obvious, I don't let up. “I shall not tolerate disrespect.” I get up slowly, but Xavier still remains on the ground, pinned there by my gaze. “I have ruled this pack for seasons, and I can predict the perfect time to strike. Do you not think that I feel
Chapter Fifty TwoJenna's POVVeronica still does not return, and the pack looks like it's been cast in darkness and folly.The moon doesn't shine as brightly, and even the birds of the air seem to have mysteriously disappeared. Zephyr looks beside himself as everyone falls into mourning.I find it difficult to return home, but I find solace and hope in Zephyr's presence, whose pain and heartache I can relate to.Zephyr is in the garden, tending to Jan flowers. All I do is stand and watch, content to watch as he pulls out unwanted weeds and evens the soil.I remember the conversation that we had last right before the unexpected howl pierced the air and interrupted it.And I wonder about Veronica and her true identity. She didn't appear to be more than just a human, at least not beyond what I knew her to be.She had been full of life and had not exhibited any strange traits. So, what was her true identity, and if she had not been killed by humans or taken away, then where was she?Know
Chapter Fifty ThreeJenna's POV I hold the blue dress tighter against my chest, the weight of Veronica’s absence bearing down on me. This dress is the only thing I brought with me when I fled Jack’s pack, the only piece of my old life I couldn’t leave behind. Veronica had taken the time to repair it, to make it new again. Now, it feels like the last connection I have to her, to everything she did for me. I can’t stay here any longer. I can’t wait for answers that may never come. I have to set out and find her. She sacrificed so much to protect us—now it’s my turn.I strip out of my worn clothes and pull the dress over my head, the fabric soft against my skin. It fits perfectly, as if Veronica had known I’d need it again. Looking in the mirror, I see the woman I’ve become—a reflection of the person Veronica helped me grow into.Bold. Assertive. I no longer walk with my head bowed, nor do my shoulders remain perpetually slumped. I walk with the awareness of one who understands who sh
Chapter Fifty Four Jenna's POV With a final glance at the castle, I turn back to the path. The forest ahead is thick, the trees towering over me, their leaves rustling in the breeze. I draw in a breath, steadying myself for what’s to come. The blade at my side is a reminder of Veronica’s lessons and strength, and I grip its hilt firmly, reassuring myself that I’m ready.The forest air is damp; the smell of earth and moss is heavy around me. I move silently through the trees, each step taking me further from the safety of the pack and deeper into the unknown. Every crackle of leaves and snap of twigs keeps my senses on high alert. The humans might not be the only danger in these woods. Stories of strange creatures lurking in the shadows whisper through my mind, but I shake them off. I’ve faced worse.Suddenly, a sound catches my attention—something unnatural, a low growl that sends a chill down my spine. My hand instinctively tightens around the hilt of Veronica’s blade as I stop dea
Chapter Fifty FiveJack's POV‘You should never kill animals. They have never meant you any harm.’‘That's not how the food chain works. Even your beloved squirrels depend on things for survival, they hunt for food too. We are lucky enough to be on top of the food chain.’I really didn't know what Papa had meant. But I had understood Papa's lessons the older I got. I had begun to experience life outside of happy bubbles and childish dreams. Hands wrap around my midriff, soft, tender hands that cause me to inhale and then exhale slowly. The presence of Violet gives me strength, and I am glad that I have her by my side and that she has saved me when I needed saving. I bring my hands to her soft, smooth forearms, sliding my fingers sensually down the length of her arm. Violet gives a soft, contented sigh as I do this, and suddenly, everything falls away and it's just us. The word outside ceases to exist; the chaos, wars and loss becomes a distant memory as I turn her around, so that h
Chapter Fifty-sixJack's POVUnder the tall mountain, the people assemble. I look around, noting the sombre expression that they all wear. The pack seems considerably smaller, and the absence of some of the strong men in the pack seems almost impossible to ignore. Again, the dreadful feeling of failure washes over me and for the first time ever, I doubt my ability to govern, to lead and to protect. But when I look into the faces of my people, I see in their eyes trepidation and snatches of hope and trust that give me the strength to go ahead, even though the only thing that I want to do is run and hide. “The gods had blessed us this season with good crops and a great bounty from our hunts. Our women birthed without the doom of death.”“We had remained safe and happy here until the humans attacked a few days ago.” I take a deep breath as the memory flashes, as well as the screams and painful cries.“We have tried to stay as far away from the humans as possible, but it would appear
Chapter Fifty SevenJenna's POVFor three days, I journey through the forest, and with my lack of direction, what should have probably taken a day or two ends up taking several days.Having learnt my lesson from my first attempt at abduction, I avoid lighting fires at night, instead, I shift and, in my wolf form, pass the night on trees.I've also gotten better at hunting and even managed to catch a deer on my own. I have managed to keep my stomach full throughout the journey. Veronica's blade is my only companion on the dreary, lonely journey. On the fourth day, I decide that I will stop wandering aimlessly and try to be more intentional about the direction that I am headed. I take note of the trees, noting that the denser and thicker the trees, the more likely that I am in the heart of the forest; however, the lighter, taller trees signal that I could be heading towards habitation.I also make marks on the trees that I pass with the help of Veronica's blade, so I'd know if I were
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