EVELYNHad it been anyone else, the gesture might have seemed gentlemanly -but Jack Elrod was no gentleman.I gazed up at him, my voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “Are you satisfied now? Why did you do all of this? Does it make you happy to see me so desperate and miserable?”Jack watched me, his expression unreadable. “I never wanted to see you unhappy,” he said softly. “I regret that you had to witness how weak-minded and disloyal my brother is.”I stared at him coldly, sarcasm etched into every feature of my face. His word felt hollow, like a carefully crafted excuse meant absolve himself of blame. I didn’t believe a single word.He reached down, his thumb brushing against my cheek to wipe away a tear. “Why do you always think so badly of me?” he asked quietly, his tone almost wistful.I shrank away from his touch and pushed his hand aside abruptly. “Because you’re a manipulator!” I stood, glaring at him as my voice rose with anger. “You use people. You hurt them to get
EVELYNFor the first time, Jack’s face was fully exposed.Half of it retained its beauty and striking handsomeness; the other half was a grotesque web of scars, deep and jagged, cutting across his cheek and down his jawline. They were old wounds, yet they seemed vivid, as if freshly inflicted. Each line told a story of unimaginable pain and violence.As much as I despised Jack, a shiver ran through me unbidden, as I imagined the agony he must have endured. The crowd buzzed with hushed whispers. “Goddess, what happened to his face?” someone breathed.“Don’t stare—it’s rude,” another chided, though their own eyes lingered.“Is it true? Why does he look like that?”Jack’s jaw tightened. His expression turned dark and unreadable as he slowly bet to retrieve his mask.The homeless man froze, his earlier bravado evaporating in the face of Jack’s smothering fury. But it was too late. Jack grabbed him and drove a brutal punch into his stomach. Blood sprayed as the man crumpled to the groun
EVELYNRight.It wasn’t a difficult choice. I had hated Cole.I had hated him for so long.I hated him for what he did to my family.I hated him for treating me like his toy in the palace,I hated him for hiding the truth from me time and time again.I hated him for forgetting me so quickly, for choosing another woman to share his life with instead of me.I had every reason to say “yes” without hesitation.So why couldn’t I?Why did my heart feel like it was being pierced by a thousand silver needles at the thought of forgetting him?Why did my tears stream uncontrollably, as if my soul itself was breaking, at the thought of erasing him completely from my life?“What are you hesitating for, child?” The woman asked.“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly. “… I don’t think I want to lose the memories of him.”“Hmm…” The woman gave a thoughtful hum. “Why? Hasn’t he brought you so much pain?”He had.I took a deep breath and said, “But he’s also brought me much happiness.”“Happiness?”“Yes,”
EVELYNGetting in the way? What way?I felt confused. But the woman didn’t give me time to protest or ask any further questions. She immediately turned to the man in the room and gave him an order.“Keep an eye on her,” she instructed, her voice firm, almost as if it were a command.Out in the street, I’d assumed they were together. They appeared to be around the same age and had spoken about their son. But the way she spoke to him, the way she issued her orders, made me wonder if there was more to their relationship than I had first thought.Of course, I didn’t care too deeply about the dynamics between them.What mattered was that I had been tied to a bed by a pair of strangers, and it seemed they had no intention of letting me go anytime soon.I hadn’t expected the woman to call my bluff and refuse to elaborate, but I couldn’t be trapped in yet another situation.Cole… Jack… and now this?I was tired of being caged.As I covertly struggled against my restraint, I noticed the man gl
ADDISONThe blade of the sharp dagger gleamed under the moonlight streaming through the half window above Addison. Elsa’s teeth were gritted, and gone was the doe-eyed, innocent-looking girl who had once worked as a maid in the palace.In her place stood the face of a fierce fighter and killer.“You should die,” Elsa spat out with hatred, her brown eyes flashing with the utterance. “Every Madden deserves to die for what they’ve done.”Addison didn’t move – not out of fear but out of survival. She looked at Elsa while her hand cautiously searched behind her, trying to find anything that might be useful.Unfortunately, there was nothing to be found. The silver-lined cell was bare. All that lay behind her was sand.There was nothing in the silver-lined cell that would help her escape, not a single little thing. All that was behind her was sand. She supposed she could use her claws, but she needed to bide her time—any wrong move, and Elsa could slit her throat in an instant.It could all
ADDISONOakley walked over, an eyebrow raised as he squatted down to examine Addison. His eyes trailed over her with an air of detached assessment before his lips curled into an amused smirk.“This poor lady is going to die if you don’t remove your claws,” he remarked, glancing at Elsa.Elsa shot him a glare. “This isn’t any of your business, Oakley. Back up and stay the fuck away.”“I can’t,” Oakley said with mock regret. “The lady’s an important hostage to Mr. Crawford. If she dies, we’d both be in trouble.”Elsa rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She’s not important at all. Frank just keeps her for fun. You know it better than I do.”She turned back to Addison, but before she could make another move, Oakley grabbed her wrist. His grip was iron-strong, startlingly so for someone with a limping gait and a body marred by scars.Addison’s eyes widened as she felt the power in his hand—a strength that seemed unnatural for a man with his appearance.Elsa, too, was acutely aware of his hold. S
OAKLEYSilence hung in the air as Oakley and Elsa stared back at Frank Crawford.Kill them both. Had they heard him correctly? He’d been so casual, so unbothered when he’d uttered the sentence that it was almost laughable.Oakley spoke first, his eyes regarding the older man with caution. “What?”Frank glared at Oakley. “You heard me. Kill them both. It seems you need to work on your hearing, lad, and your composure. I can see that look on your face, and I’m not too pleased by it.”“Do we need to consult with Master before we execute the prisoners?” Oakley asked.Frank lifted a brow. The older man found it downright unpleasant that Oakley, of all people, seemed to object to his decision. Normally, this young man was more than obedient – sometimes even easier to manipulate than Elsa. Yet today, he dared to question him. Frank found this defiance deeply irksome. He fought the urge to grimace; he refused to give Oakley the satisfaction. To Frank, this low-born man was far too insignific
MELANIEThe House of Fox had never been as glamorous and cheerful as it had been tonight.The party celebrating the engagement between the Alpha King and Lady Skyla lasted late into the night, and as the moon rose high in the sky, the guests reluctantly began to leave, satisfied with the countless glasses they had drunk and the many dances they had shared.In the privacy of her bedchamber, Skyla rubbed fragrant lotion into her shin, massaging the sore muscle while her maid Melanie removed her corset.“It was so tiring to dance with so many gentlemen tonight,” she complained with a small sigh. “It felt as though the line of them would never end.”Melanie, ever the dutiful maid, fawned over her as always.“You were stunning this evening, Lady Skyla,” she complimented. “All the men were so captivated by your beauty and grace.”Skyla raised her chin, a chuckled escaping her lips. “They were, weren’t they? Not that it matters, of course. It’s a pity I didn’t get to dance more with Cole. I
EVELYNI kept a wary eye on Jack as Stephanie rummaged through her pocket, pulling out the crumpled page of her mother’s script—the one she had tried to share with him earlier in a desperate attempt to convince him.“I thought you didn’t believe,” Stephanie’s voice carried both suspicion and caution as she handed Jack the papers. It was hard to tell what she expected from him.Jack didn’t reply. His expression remained distant as his fingers deftly flipped through the pages.We all stood in tense silence, uncertain of what to do next. Leila nudged my side, shooting me a fierce look. If I wasn’t mistaken, she wanted me to act while Jack was distracted.But I didn’t move. Part of me knew it would be futile to launch a sneak attack against someone like Jack. He was far too skilled, and we were at a clear disadvantage. The other part of me wanted to understand his motives—why he had come alone, what he was truly after.Behind him, the dim alley stretched into darkness. There were no soldi
EVELYN"Tell me what the hell happened, Melanie?" Leila demanded, sprinting beside me, her expression sharp and tense. She grabbed Melanie’s collar and dragged her closer. Melanie, struggling to keep pace as we pursued Aiden down the alleyway, yelped at the force. "I-I-I d-d-don’t know," she stammered breathlessly, her words slurred from panic. Her wide eyes still brimmed with lingering horror. "I d-d-didn’t do anything! Sir Moran just… turned like that—" She clutched at the deep bruise on her neck, a reminder of how fiercely Aiden had tried to end her.Leila scoffed. "Remind me to kill you when I have the time," she muttered, unconvinced. Letting go of Melanie, she turned to me with irritation. "She has to be playing some kind of trick. Maybe she’s a spy sent by the Fox.""I don’t think so," I muttered, pressing my lips together.Ahead, Aiden’s silhouette streaked through the dim alley, his speed so fast that no matter how hard we pushed, the distance between us only grew. But my m
EVELYNMelanie was startled at the sight of us. She stumbled back the moment her wide blue eyes locked onto mine, panic flashing across her delicate features. As she retreated, something she had been clutching tightly against her chest slipped from her grasp.She scrambled to pick it up.It took me a moment to recognize what she was holding—fine jewels, far too exquisite for a mere maid of a high lady like her. The glimmering facets and rich colors of the precious gems sparkled under the dim light.A long pearl necklace snapped from her hurried movements, scattering the pearls across the ground. The small spheres bounced and rolled in all directions.“Skyla’s maid?” Leila whispered cautiously, barely audible. “What is she doing here? And those…where did she get them?” She turned to me.My gaze swept back to Melanie. I hadn’t noticed when she disappeared in the chaos, but she must have seized the opportunity to escape and hide here. After all, no one had paid much attention to a fright
EVELYNI ran as fast as I could through the alleys. Aiden and Oakley were ahead of me—Aiden carrying Cole on his back, while Oakley guided us.It had been a while since we’d escaped the fray, but we still didn’t dare slow down. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. It wasn’t just from the speed. It was a mix of shock and fear.I was certain Sylvia had just mind-controlled me, though I had no idea how. My arms shot out subconsciously to grab the others, pulling them along to run with me without making much sound. My legs moved on their own, weaving swiftly through the soldiers as if someone else had taken control of them. We maneuvered through the post while the soldiers were overwhelmed by Sylvia’s magic and Augus was still laughing at her incompetence, our eyes squeezed shut against the burning sensation on our bodies. Fortunately, for werewolves, we didn’t need much vision to navigate. We could rely on our keen sense of smell.And so, we succeeded.The winding alleys felt like a maz
EVELYNThe beautiful blue light from the sapphires surrounded us like a divine aura. My breath caught, and my eyes widened in a mix of fear and awe.As the sapphires hung suspended in the air, Sylvia let out a roar. The sound reverberated through the sky like thunder, and an unseen wave of power erupted from her.The soldiers were immediately thrown to the ground. They writhed as if scorched, and the wave continued to pulse, spreading its force.Jack knelt, digging his claws into the earth to steady himself, but he faltered, his body tumbling. Pain twisted his face, and he gritted his teeth. I almost felt sympathy for him, but that sentiment was fleeting. I couldn’t feel sorry for Jack Elrod—not now, not ever.For a split second, I thought I saw Cole stir, but when I glanced at him, his eyes were still shut, and his face was devoid of any expression. Before I could think further, the sapphire suddenly dropped to the ground with a sharp clink.Sylvia coughed, a stream of blood spilling
EVELYNI saw Aiden dash through like lightning, cutting down the soldiers who were trapping Leila. With a swift, brutal motion, he tore through the soldier who had been tightening the rope around Leila’s neck, severing his thumb in the process.Something tightened in my throat. I had never seen Aiden like this. His dark blue eyes, nearly black in the night’s shadows, carried an intensity I found unfamiliar, and his face was streaked with a fierceness that seemed out of place.When the soldiers reorganized, trying to corner him, Oakley sprinted over, kicking them away. Aiden gave him a brief nod of before he moved toward Leila, scooping her into his arms. His face softened as his eyes met mine“Aiden,” I said, my voice stiffer than I intended. My gaze shifted to Leila, who let out a faint gasp.She curled tightly in Aiden’s hold, her eyes shut as she struggled to breathe. Blood seeped from her right shoulder, and I realized she’d been pierced.Aiden gently lowered her to the ground.“E
EVELYNAugus seemed rather surprised by Jack’s unmoved demeanor. His green eyes scanned him intently, as though searching for a flicker of doubt or deceit. When he apparently found none, he shrugged with indifference. “That would be for the best.”Jack gave a curt nod and turned to the soldiers behind him. With a wave of his hand, he issued a clear order: “Seize them. Alive.”Without sparing Stephanie so much as a glance—as though her outburst had never happened—Jack strode away to join Augus. Together, they stood watching as the soldiers swarmed toward us, their expressions coldly detached. Augus, in particular, seemed to savor the unfolding chaos, as though it were nothing more than a game of siege.Stephanie looked utterly lost, her chestnut-brown eyes widening in disbelief before becoming vacant. The crumpled paper slipped from her hand and fluttered to the ground.“Why…” she murmured. “He’s not him…He’s not my brother…”I grabbed her arm and pulled her back as the soldiers advan
EVELYNA chill crept down my spine as I locked eyes with Augus. Rationally, I knew better than to believe him. Everyone in Hescor knew magic was vile, filthy, despicable—banned in every form. How could we possibly be born with magic blood?Yet my gaze lingered on the sapphire dagger in his hand, now glistening faintly after absorbing Skyla’s blood. Deep down, my intuition whispered that Augus’s words might hold a grain of truth.Stephanie’s fists clenched, her voice rising with fury. “How dare you! You’re defiling the name of werewolves with your lies!”“Defiling?” Augus let out a booming laugh. “You should acquaint yourself with true history, Miss Elrod. Like your brother has.”My eyes flicked to Jack. His expression was grim, impassive—yet unsettlingly unsurprised.Stephanie turned toward him, her lips trembling as she struggled to contain her emotions. She failed. “Is that what you believe? Is that what you want? To let this outsider trample on our land, to tarnish our country?”Ja
EVELYNSkyla didn’t let out a single cry before the blade pierced her chest. The bashful smile she’d worn just seconds ago froze on her face. Her bluish-green eyes widened ever so slightly in shock at the sudden action.Augus slowly withdraw the blue blade, and Skyla’s body crumpled to the ground with a hollow thud. Blood poured from her wound, spreading like a dark, gruesome carpet beneath her.Melanie, standing just behind Skyla, stumbled back with a shrill. Piercing scream cut through the air like a thunderclap. It was a sound of pure, unfiltered anguish.Marcel Fox stood paralyzed, his face drained of color. He stared in mute horror at his daughter’s lifeless form. His trembling lips parted as though to speak, but no words came.I felt as though the world had stopped. My body locked in place, my breath caught in my throat. The crowd around me stood in stunned silence, the weight of the moment pressing down on us like an invisible hand. Even Jack’s hand on my arm tightened briefly,