Chapter Ninety-NineViolet's POV The tether's laughter echoes in the stillness, a sound so cold it sends a chill crawling up my spine.“You want answers now, do you? Brave little Violet, coming out here all alone, searching for truths you barely understand.”My breath hitches as the unseen force holding me still grows stronger, pressing down on me like invisible chains. I fight against it, my muscles straining with the effort, but my body refuses to move.“Let me go,” I manage, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound unafraid. “Tell me what you know. What am I attached to? What is my destiny?”The tether sighs, as though amused by my demand. “Always so full of questions. But tell me, are you truly ready for what you’ll find?”“I’m not afraid,” I say, but my heart is pounding, my pulse thrumming in my ears.“Not afraid?” the tether mocks, his voice lowering to a whisper that feels as though it’s brushing against my skin. “Then tell me, Violet, do you remember the young rogue gi
Chapter Hundred Jack’s POVViolet's recent strange behaviors have become a source of worry for me. After the successful river crossing, while everyone had rejoiced, dancing and clapping and sharing hugs, she had been a little distant, staring from a distance, as if she wasn't one of us. She had mentioned that she had been attacked by a shapeshifter but had been saved by someone, but she didn't say who. And I'd waited, hoping that she was going to come to me in her own time and tell me what had truly happened during that hunt. But she had only seemed to grow distant, always appearing skittish and jumpy. Her behavior could be linked to the overwhelming fear she had probably experienced on the verge of near death, but I couldn't help but feel like it was so much deeper than that. I look across the fire. Jordan sits on the other side with a few of the children, Corin by his side. Corin had lost his father during the human attack, and as a new orphan, Jordan seems to have taken a great
Chapter Hundred -oneCassie's POV"Tell us how your mission is progressing, Cassie," Elder Marlow's voice cuts through the heavy silence in the chamber.I stand in the center, their eyes piercing through me, though I can't see their faces beneath the dark hoods. The same room that had once made me feel small and insignificant now only fuels my determination. Months ago, when I’d first stood here, I had been trembling, barely able to meet their eyes. But now? Now, I know what I’m capable of. I’m not the same scared girl I was back then. "I've been monitoring the two targets closely," I reply, my voice steady. "They’re not like the others. Jenna and Raina stand out.""How so?" Elder Marlow presses, her tone a deliberate test of my resolve.I refuse to falter." Their movements, their instincts, the way they respond to threats. They're cautious, but not in a human way. Jenna especially. She avoids revealing too much, but she’s slipped up a few times." I glance around the room, feeling th
Chapter One Hundred and Two Jenna’s POVCassie has been shockingly nice all day, her usual biting sarcasm replaced with an over-the-top eagerness to help. Every time I turn around, she’s either offering to assist with my tasks or asking if I want to grab lunch or go for a walk. It’s unnerving.It is difficult to reconcile this current version of her with what I have known and understood her to be. I wonder what she's really up to and what she truly wants. Her faux kindness and obvious need to overcompensate for her past bad behavior causes me to be further wary of her. “Need help restocking the cups, Jenna?” She asks for the third time today, a smile stretching across her face.I shake my head, trying to keep my tone polite. “No, I’ve got it, thanks.”Cassie lingers, hands fidgeting with the hem of her apron. “You sure? I was thinking, maybe after work, we could—”“Jenna!” Raina’s voice cuts through the tension as she strides toward me, tossing her apron onto the counter. “Ready to
Chapter One hundred and Three Jenna's POV I frown. “You think someone was watching us?”“Maybe,” she replies, her voice clipped. “Or maybe I’m just paranoid. Either way, I don’t like it.”I sit down on the couch, trying to shake off the unease creeping up my spine. “Do you think it’s... something we should worry about?”Raina’s eyes flick to the paintings on the wall, then back to me. “Maybe. Maybe not. But like I said before, Jenna—people like us need to keep our guard up. Always.”My heart skips a beat at her words. People like us. Does she know? Or is she just talking about the general dangers of living in a world where predators—both human and otherwise—exist?I open my mouth to ask, but something in Raina’s expression stops me. She’s watching me carefully now; her eyes narrowed, as if she’s trying to figure something out.“Let’s just say,” she adds, her voice low and cautious, “there’s more to this world than meets the eye. And not everyone is as they seem.”I nod slowly, my mi
Chapter Hundred and FourJenna's POV As I head for the door, a wave of unease ripples down my spine. My fingers barely brush the handle when the door swings open, and Eleanor stands there, eyes wide and shoulders tense. Before I can say a word, she grabs my arm and pulls me back.“We have to go,” she says, voice low and breathless. “Now.”I stumble, caught off guard by the sudden urgency. “What? Where? Maddie and Zoe—”“They’re gone.” Her words slice through me. “I couldn’t stop them. Maddie’s too scared to stay. She thought leaving would protect us—protect the shelter. But Jenna,” she grips my arm tighter, “we need to move, before it’s too late.”A chill settles deep in my bones. “Too late for what?”“The council,” she hisses, eyes darting around as if expecting someone to jump out of the shadows. “I’ve been hearing things—rumors from other rogues. They send spies, Jenna. My heart beats painfully against my ribs. “You think the council sent someone after us?”“Maybe.” Eleanor’s voi
Chapter Hundred and FiveJenna's POV Minutes stretch out like hours as Eleanor works quickly, cutting out the bullet and wiping the wound clean. Raina moans in agony, but I keep holding her hand, whispering reassurances that I’m not sure she can even hear.Finally, Eleanor ties off the wound, her hands slick with blood. “We need to move now. We’ll use her car.”I help lift Raina to her feet, her weight heavy and limp between us. Together, we guide her out of the apartment, every step a struggle. The streets are empty, but shadows seem to cling to every corner. I can’t shake the feeling that eyes are watching us.Once we’re in the car, Eleanor drives, her gaze steely and focused. I sit in the back, keeping Raina’s head cradled in my lap. She’s barely conscious; her breaths are shallow and labored.“Where are we going?” I ask, my voice strained.Eleanor’s eyes flick to mine in the rearview mirror. “Somewhere they won’t find us.”I swallow hard, nodding, though I have no idea where that
Chapter One Hundred and SixJenna's POV The fire crackles softly, its warmth spreading through the cabin, but it does little to chase away the chill settling in my bones. I kneel beside Raina, watching the shallow rise and fall of her chest. She looks so fragile, so unlike the confident, tough woman I’ve come to know. My heart clenches as I brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her skin is pale and clammy, her breaths coming in uneven gasps.“She’s not getting any better,” I whisper, the tremble in my voice betraying the fear I’m trying so hard to contain. Eleanor, crouched by the fire, glances over her shoulder, her face tight with worry. “I know.”The unspoken truth hangs in the air between us—Raina is dying.“Can’t you do something?” My voice cracks. “Anything?”Eleanor stands, wiping her bloodstained hands on her jeans, and steps closer, her expression grim. “There’s only one thing that might save her now.” She pauses, as if weighing her words carefully. “But it’s not someth
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