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
Chapter Ninety-SixJack’s POVThe river churns before us, its current is strong and relentless. Crossing it is our only way forward, but the prospect of splitting up the pack has everyone on edge. It’s not just the challenge of the river that’s weighing on them—it’s the idea of being separated, even for a short while. We’ve been through too much together to risk being divided now, but we don’t have a choice.I glance over at Violet, who stands a few paces away, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She hasn’t said much since she returned from the hunt, but something is off. She’s been jittery, glancing over her shoulder like she’s expecting someone—or something—to appear from the shadows. It’s not like her to be so on edge, and I can feel the tension rippling through the rest of the pack.But whatever she’s dealing with, she’s keeping it to herself. She hasn’t said a word about what happened out there, and I don’t press her. We’ve all got our own demons to wrestle with right now.I
Chapter Ninety-SevenJack's POV After several hours of sitting on the kayak to transport my people to the other side of the bank, we finally accomplish it. It hadn't been easy, as everyone had feared of what could spring from the water. While the others who had crossed worried about a shapeshifter snucking up on them.But nothing of the sort happened, and now we were all united again. One of the men, Derrick, a seasoned fisherman who knew the river's treacherous ways, had been a critical part of getting us across. At our former pack, he'd spent his days at the river, fishing. It had become his major occupation, and the entire pack had relied on him for fish. His knowledge was what had helped us today, and I was more than grateful that he had not, like Xavier, chosen to forsake his pack. Being an alpha has taught me that sometimes I need the people even more than they need me. And that unity is what we thrive on. The sun is setting now, and for the first time in days, the pack i
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
Jack's POV The scent of the buck is sharp in the air, cutting through the familiar tang of the forest. My senses sharpen, every sound and movement amplified. Days of empty bellies and restless nights have made the pack restless, but this kill will change that. It has to. I raise a hand, signalling the pack to halt. “Quiet,” I whisper, my voice low and firm. They freeze behind me, their eagerness palpable, their breaths hushed. Eldris, as always, stays a step behind the group, watching with his usual calm detachment. His presence still stirs unease, though I’ve made it clear that he’s staying. His knowledge of the forest and Nightspire’s plans is too valuable. The buck comes into view—a magnificent creature, its antlers spreading wide, its body taut with strength. It grazes in a small clearing, blissfully unaware of the predators lurking just beyond the trees. My heart quickens, but my movements remain deliberate and precise. I glance back, meeting Violet’s eyes briefly. For a mome
Violet’s POV The pack trudges onward, exhaustion creeping into every step. Jack leads at the front, his movements steady despite the weariness I know he must feel. I linger near the back, my mind clouded not by fatigue but by the whispers of the tether. It coils around my thoughts like smoke, its voice soft and insidious. ‘Eldris doesn’t belong here,’ it murmurs. ‘He’s dangerous, a shadow in the fold.’I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. But the tether persists, weaving doubt into every corner of my mind. It knows how to press against my insecurities, exploiting the fact that Eldris has been with us for days yet remains an enigma. When the pack pauses to rest near a shallow river, I feel the tether’s presence stronger than ever, a cold weight in my chest. Wolves fan out to gather firewood and prepare for the night, but I stay rooted in place, my gaze fixed on Eldris as he speaks quietly with Asa. ‘You should tell Jack,’ the tether urges. ‘Convince him to rid the pac
Jack’s POVThe pack finally stops for a rest after hours of trekking through the dense forest. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the clearing where we gather. The younger wolves sprawl out on the ground, exhaustion evident in their movements. Some older wolves take watch, their eyes scanning the tree line for any sign of danger. I stand near the edge of the group, observing, calculating, and trying to find a moment of peace in this chaos. Eldris, as always, is nearby, his presence a mixture of comfort and intrigue. He’s been with us for days now, ever since he arrived with news of Nightspire’s plan to declare war. His knowledge has proven invaluable, though I’ve yet to fully decide if I trust him. He has a way of knowing too much, of seeing too far ahead. Still, I can’t deny the truth in his words or the insight he’s offered. “Jack.” His voice breaks through my thoughts, low and deliberate. I turn to face him, finding his pale blue eyes already fixed on