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
Chapter NinetyViolet's POV“There are no rules about that either.” I say, my tone almost pleading.Jack turns, his fiery eyes meeting mine. I swallow hard and look away. I have never been able to hold his gaze when his eyes yellows.“I know that there are no set laws about it, but we cannot begin to suck blood like vicious demons.”“There's no problem with taking blood. It's our nature, Jack. Just because we never had a need to do it does not mean it's not a part of our makeup.” I step towards him as the hunger to be claimed by him grows. I cannot help but remember how it felt when Jack, in his feverish state, clamped his lips on my neck and milked me good. When those long fangs pierced my skin, all I had felt was pain. And then, that pain had quickly turned to pleasure, and I'd had to find purchase—to grab his shoulders and lean towards him much more as bolts of pleasure shot from the punctured skin and spread to the rest of my body. As he continued to drink, that pleasure had onl
Chapter Ninety One Jenna's POVZoe seems to think about this for a moment, then nods solemnly. "I’ll stay with her. I’ll protect her too."The innocence and determination in her words make my chest tighten. "That’s very brave of you," I say, ruffling her hair. "But you don’t have to do it alone. We’re all going to help."Eleanor’s eyes well with emotion as she watches Zoe. "Thank you, Zoe," she whispers, her voice barely holding steady. "You’re such a brave little girl."Zoe gives a toothy grin, seeming utterly pleased with herself. “Can we go to the park now?” She asks. “Do you think Mama will feel up to it?” Eleanor asks.. “I don't know.” “Then, let's ask her.” I say, as we begin to make our way to the hostel where Maddie and Zoe stay. We find Maddie sitting at the edge of her bunk, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Her eyes are red-rimmed like she'd been crying. Eleanor moves towards the bed and settles beside her. Maddie looks desperately at her, as if Eleanor provides
Chapter Ninety-TwoJenna’s POVThe next morning, Eleanor and I prepare to leave in comfortable silence. Eleanor had said we would have to practice somewhere really far away. Yesterday, she had visited Leo to borrow a gun and a few bullets. Even though she had not shown the gun to me, I had been filled with acute fear at the memories of the harm that the gun had wrought in Duskhowl. All it was going to take was one shot to render me dead. But I hoped that Eleanor wouldn't turn against me. Eleanor, who has now worn skinny jeans and a shirt tank top, turns to me. She looks effortlessly gorgeous, like some of the characters we watch on television sometimes. “Ready?” She asks. I nod, even though I feel anything but. We make our way out of the shelter, hitting the pavement. Instinctively, Eleanor and I make our way towards the forest. That's where I'll feel most at ease learning, Eleanor seems to know this and follows suit without saying a word. When we arrive at a large clearing, El
Chapter Ninety-ThreeViolet's POVThe night is unsettling as I lay on the forest ground, my skin prickling with the sensation of being watched. Jack is out there somewhere, patrolling the forest, ensuring that we are safe from scavengers and savages who kinky try to infiltrate the camp at night. He has done this every night, so we left our old pack. And we are more than grateful for his fierce protection. However, tonight feels different from all the other nights; I don't know why, but I feel an eerie emptiness settling over me, a sense of foreboding that I can't shake.Suddenly, the stillness of the night is broken by a familiar whisper that sends chills down my spine. "Back again, aren't you?"I sit upright, scanning the trees, my heart racing. I have slept a little further away from the rest of the people. And Papa sometimes patrols the forest with Jack. "Who's there?" My voice wavers slightly, but I force myself to sound stronger than I feel. The air grows colder, and the fac
Chapter Ninety-FourViolet’s POVThe forest is alive with the sounds of our hunt—the crunch of leaves underfoot, the soft whispers of the women moving through the dense brush. My breath is steady, my focus sharp, as I lead the small group deeper into the woods. Jack and the others are back by the river, preparing the kayak and figuring out how we’ll cross the large stretch of water that cuts through our path.We’ve been traveling for days, at first, the pack had been on edge at the prospect of leaving the old territory behind, but Jack had come up with the grand idea of teaching everyone to fight and defend themselves, and that had seem to bolster everyone up. The river ahead is massive, and crossing it won’t be easy, but for now, our task is clear: we need food, and we need it fast. The women had volunteered to hunt, and I'd been more than happy to lead them. We're currently in the thick of the forest, the part where large trees grow tall, curling over themselves and blocking sunli
Chapter Ninety-FiveJenna’s POVThe next morning, the familiar sound of the cafe's kitchen greets me as I step inside for another day of work. I slip on my apron and begin the task of cleaning the counter and rearranging the chairs. I continue to work silently, anticipating Raina's entrance. However, it is Cassie who comes to stand beside me, her eyes catching mine. She hesitates for a second before stepping forward. I brace myself for another round of snarky comments or passive-aggressive jabs, but what happens next throws me off completely.“Jenna,” Cassie starts, her voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. “Can I talk to you for a second?”I blink, surprised by the sudden change in her tone.I stand straight, giving her my full attention. “Uh, sure.”She leads me away and towards the back, where we can talk without interruption and with better privacy. Cassie looks almost nervous, wringing her hands together as if she’s gathering the courage to speak. Finally, she takes a deep brea
Jenna’s POVThe forest has an eerie calm to it now, the kind that settles after a storm has wreaked havoc. The crackling fire fades as Eleanor smothers it with dirt. Caleb’s breathing is shallow but steady. Greta keeps a protective arm around Mia, who clings to her with sleepy desperation. “We can’t walk much further,” Eleanor says, her voice matter-of-fact. “We need transportation. Caleb can’t keep going on foot." “And where do you propose we find transportation in the middle of nowhere?” Greta snaps, the strain of the evening making her unusually sharp. “There’s a road not far from here,” Caleb says weakly, wincing as Eleanor adjusts the bandages on his torso. “If we can get there, we’ll find a car." “And do what? Flag someone down and ask nicely to borrow it." Greta’s tone is biting, her frustration bubbling to the surface. Caleb gives her a pointed look. “No. We take it." The group falls silent. Even the crickets seem to pause as the weight of his suggestion sinks in. Greta
Jenna’s POV “You’re not fine,” I snap, my wolf growling low in agreement. “If you don’t let Eleanor take care of that, you won’t make it to morning. Stop being stubborn.” Caleb looks at me for a long moment, and I see the flicker of resistance in his eyes. But it fades quickly, replaced by exhaustion and a begrudging understanding. With a sigh, he drops his hand from the wound, revealing the full extent of the damage. Eleanor doesn’t say a word, just moves closer and gets to work. She pulls out her supplies, her movements efficient but not without care. Caleb winces when she cleans the wound, muttering something under his breath, but he doesn’t complain beyond that. While Eleanor focuses on Caleb, I glance over at Raina. She’s sitting cross-legged by the fire, absently tracing a finger along the scarlet stain that seeps through her makeshift bandage. She meets my gaze, her lips twitching into a crooked smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Still alive, huh?” she says, her voice
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