Jack's POV
There is still no sign of Jenna anywhere, and even though I try to ignore my wolf's whining, I feel her absence keenly.
Suddenly, I miss those green eyes that had followed me everywhere tonight. Those large innocent eyes that had been filled with so much longing earlier tonight. So much longing, desire and hope.
I had looked her in the eyes and squashed that hope because I had needed her to understand the impossibility of us being together. I had needed to make a favourable decision for the pack.
If what I'd done had been for the safety of the pack and for the good of everyone, why did I feel so empty? Why was this sadness and longing for Jenna refusing to go away?
I couldn't talk to my beta about this; I had already lied to him. And I couldn't bear the shame of going to him now with the truth.
He would reproach me for it and could trust me less... I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let anyone see me as weak. It could be used against me. I had to learn to live with the decisions I had taken.
“Little lady, go home. I have told you the alpha is indisposed.”
“But I really need to talk to him.” A female voice begs the people who stand guard outside my home.
This wouldn't be the first time a woman has come to offer herself to me and beg me to take her as their mate. My guards have always been able to handle the situation, and as always, I'd let them handle it.
“The alpha has chosen a mate already and is no longer available for anything you might offer.”
“You don't understand. I don't want the alpha as my mate! My friend is missing, and we have to find her.”
My ears perk up, and I rouse from the bed before I realise I am even doing that. A few seconds later, I am right in front of a young woman with wild brown eyes and a heaving bosom.
“Who is missing?” I ask her. Even though I can guess who is.
For a moment, her eyes light up, and her gaze runs over me, her eyes registering fear.
“Why is she not talking?” I ask my guards impatiently, my wolf becoming restless.
My guards take one look at my face and look away very quickly.
“I'm sorry, my alpha, Sav murmurs. I think she is just nervous where you're concerned. You don't look very much like yourself right now.”
Understanding what he means, I shut my eyes and try to control my powers.
“Young lady, tell me who is missing right now.” I command. “You are wasting my time, and I do not appreciate that.”
“I am sorry, Alpha.” The young lady cries. “My friend Jenna is missing. She begins to talk, her voice infused with fear and urgency.
“One second she was with me, and the next, she wasn't.” She continues to explain, as if my command had unglued her tongue from the roof of her mouth.
Jenna was missing?
That explains why I had felt her absence intensely. That emptiness I'd experienced in her absence had been more physical than emotional. Even though I had rejected her as my mate, we still shared a bond that I couldn't completely wrap my head around.
“When was the last time she was seen?” I ask, as I begin to descend the stairs, my guards and the young lady following suit.
“While we were at the feast. She was right beside me. Then a minute later, she wasn't. She wasn't exactly herself today and had acted quite a bit strangely.”
The young lady says as she worries her lips between her teeth. I could tell that she was genuinely worried about her friend, and her confusion as to why her friend had suddenly left the gathering without any plausible explanation lent credence to the fact that Jenna had done as I had commanded.
She had told no one.
“We need to find her.” I turn to address the guards behind me as we begin the hurried search.
“What about me?” The young lady asks.
I had completely forgotten that she was still here, fueled only by the desire to find Jenna and to ensure her safety.
“You need to go back to your trunda. It is not very safe out there.”
“But my friend is missing, I won't sit down and do nothing.”
“That is exactly what you will do.” I turn to tell her, irritation causing the beginnings of anger within me. “You are delaying this search, and I will not have another second of that. Get home right now before I make you.”
My voice is low and deadly, and even though my eyes are locked on that of Jenna's friend, I do not use my powers of compulsion on her. I don't need to, because, without another word, she whirls around and begins to walk away.
I breathe a sigh of relief, because even though I had been blessed with the power of compulsion as the alpha, I hated to use it on my people. I hated when they were at my mercy, under my will and command, their own free will having been snapped up by me.
So I only used my powers when it was absolutely necessary. And I am glad that tonight it didn't have to get that.
Suddenly, a hand lands on my forearm, and I turn to find the bright eyes of the young lady on me.
“You will let me know as soon as you find her, won't you? You might be as scary as the devil himself, but if you don't find my friend before something horrific happens, I swear to the gods—”
“I will find Jenna, alright?” I assure the young lady, picking up her warm hands and dropping them by her side. And when we do, we will bring her to you.”
“I trust that you will, Alpha. Thank you.” She answers, her tone meek again. And with that, she moves completely away.
We watch her disappear into the darkness.
“Feisty little lady.” Sav murmurs, his tone tinged with something akin to admiration.
“We have to find her, and we have to find her quickly.”
“But where do we start?” John asks.
“The cave.” I answer without thinking. “Let's start there.”
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