Chapter Eighty-TwoJenna's POVThe air is thick with tension as I make my way back to the shelter after another day of working alongside Cassie. The café had been its usual bustling self, but every encounter with her leaves me more unsettled. She’s too sweet, too eager, and always watching. The younger lady also has a sunny, bubbly disposition that doesn't match her aura at all. And she always tries to find ways to belittle me. Today, she has her makeup done to perfection, with the perfect cat-eye that causes a few of the male patrons to stop and stare. As we continue to work, I notice that Cassie develops the habit of giving me the wrong order and trying to correct me in the presence of customers, portraying me as incompetent. And then, another time she watches me struggle to balance five coffee cups on a tray and scoffs. “That's not how you do it, Jenna. You're going to end up spilling that whole drink on your shirt, or worse, the floor.” Unfortunately, the rude Mr. Williams i
Chapter Eighty-ThreeJenna’s POVThe café hums with its usual afternoon buzz. Plates clink, coffee machines hiss, and light chatter fills the air. It should be a normal day—just another shift, one that I’ve grown used to—but it feels anything but. Ever since Cassie started, there’s been this growing weight in my chest—a heaviness I can’t shake off. Today, it’s worse.I’ve just finished delivering an order to a couple seated by the window when something feels off. As I walk past a few tables, I notice customers glancing at me, whispering, their lips curling into amused smirks. My pace slows. I catch the reflection of a smudge in one of the glass windows and feel my stomach drop. With a hurried step, I make my way to the nearest mirror behind the counter.Scrawled in thick black marker on the back of my shirt are ridiculous, childish words: "I’m dumb!"My breath catches. The embarrassment floods my face, heat rising up my neck. I whirl around and immediately catch sight of Cassie, loung
Chapter Eighty-Four Jenna's POVRaina, standing beside me, radiates fury in waves, her aura so intense that I feel it before I see it. I turn to glance at her, and the sight is startling. Her jaw is clenched so tightly I can see the strain in her neck, her lips pressed into a thin, rigid line. She's not even looking at Cassie, probably because if she did, her anger would boil over and she'd lose control. That thought sends a shiver through me. I know Raina’s strong, but the way she grabbed Cassie and punched her with such ease earlier... that was no ordinary strength.I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to her. Raina never quite fit the mould of a normal human. There’s something different about her—something off-kilter. Yet, despite her unusual strength, she doesn’t look anything like what our kind typically do. Her pink hair, freshly dyed and matching her dark roots, is eye-catching, and she's honestly the busiest woman I’ve ever met. The door swings open abruptly, and the shar
Chapter Eighty Five Eleanor's POVI am having lunch for the first time by myself. Maddie and Zoe never miss lunch. And I find it oddly strange. I am unable to eat my share of lasagne, and so I decide to take a portion upstairs for Maddie and Zoe. Maybe they'd overslept, Maddie had mentioned that she wanted to nap. She hadn't had a good sleep the previous night, and with obvious circles around her eyes, she'd mentioned that she had a bad dream about a masked man who abused and tortured her. My heart skips a bit at the memory, and I hurry towards their door, knocking lightly before pushing the door open. As soon as I step inside, I catch sight of Maddie and Zoe on the edge of their bunk bed. Maddie looks... broken. Her shoulders are hunched, her eyes red and puffy, staring blankly ahead. Zoe sits beside her, clutching her arm, her small body visibly trembling with fear but pressed beside her mother's, as if she's trying to offer as much silent reassurance as she's hoping for. I mo
Chapter Eighty-SixJenna's POVAfter our shift, Raina walks up to me, calmer and more composed, her earlier rage replaced with something akin to pity. She looks me over, eyes filled with concern, and asks. “Are you alright?”I put on a convincing smile as I glanced her way. “I am alright.” I reply. She cocks her hips to the side, her generous busts more obvious than ever. “Do you need a ride home?”I shake no head without glancing her way. “The stupid son of a bitch might try some funny business.” She's been staring in your direction all day. Raina's voice is almost a growl now, and I look up at her for a moment, shocked at how familiar she sounds. Not for the first time, I wonder whether Raina could be like me. Just because she didn't fit the stereotype of what a wolf should look like did not mean that she couldn't be. I hadn't felt any sort of affinity with her, not in the way that I did with Eleanor. And I wondered whether that was why I had shrugged off the possibility. I n
Chapter Eighty-Seven Jenna's POV Raina honks, and I move to the car window. Raina leans towards the seat, cheeks flushed, a wide grin on her face. She looks like she'd just had the time of her life. “Not even a goodbye kiss?” She wriggles her brows, and I can't help the laugh that escapes me at her action. “Go away, Raina. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for not killing me,” I add as I begin to make my way towards the entrance of the shelter. The only response Raina gives is a cackle as she brings the car to life and drives off. I push the door open and immediately sense that something is off. Eleanor is sitting on her bunk, her usual steady aura replaced by a palpable sadness. Her shoulders are slumped, her hands loosely holding a cup of tea as she stares into nothing. Her expression is something I’ve never seen before—crestfallen, confused, and most of all, vulnerable. My issues at work—the tension with Cassie, the fights, all of it—seem to fade into the background. I cross the
Chapter Eighty EightCassie's POVAs soon as they drive off, I emerge from the shadows, anger curling deep within my vein as I experience the throbbing pain from Raina's punch.That had been one hell of a punch, delivered by the fist of one who was no ordinary human. Her fist had almost been iron-like, and her growls were very similar to what I had suspected her to be.I had baited them enough to get enough clues as to what they really were. Now, it was time to let the council know what I had found.I tear the stupid little apron off me. I had never had to do such dirty work for this. The elders owed me big time for making me go through this.They were going to have to grant my request. Going on various missions and accomplishing them meant getting a step closer to my dreams, to the life I wanted.I slip the magic wand out of my hair and flurry it in the air, so that a second later, everything melts away and I am in my room. Everything appears the way I left it, but I know that I am
Chapter Eighty NineJack's POVThe journey continues, and for several days, we pass the night on forest grounds. But even though the journey seems long and almost aimless, there's a special energy that radiates in the crowds.Everyone seems pumped, ready for anything. The only person who appears to be having a hard time enjoying the little adventure is Mara.Most of the time, she sits by herself and simply stares into the distance. And sometimes I hear her quiet sniffles, and her heartbreak moves me to pity. I wish Xavier was aware of the heartache that he had put his mate through. This afternoon, the women have come together to cook the large deer that I had caught. While my people had slept last night, I had felt restless, and while I had prowled, the forest had caught the scent of the deer. With practiced precision, I had crept up on the unsuspecting deer and sank my long canines into its neck.In my wolf form, I had been no match for the struggling deer who had fallen to the grou
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