Liz’s POVI returned to the woods—the place where the truth had started to unravel. But when I arrived, the space was empty.Lumian was gone. So was Robert.Only Carlos remained.My heart sank.They had believed them. My parents’ lie had been enough to stop Lumian from digging further. Maybe he’d convinced himself it was easier that way. Maybe part of him wanted to believe I was okay—wanted to believe I’d simply run off instead of accepting the truth that I was gone.But I hadn’t run. I had died.And no one—not even the man I once loved, not even the parents who raised me—seemed to care enough to keep searching. That was the part that cut deepest. Not the blade. Not the betrayal. But the silence afterwards. The way the world kept turning, like I’d never been part of it at all.The weight of it pressed into my chest like a thousand stones. I didn’t even know where my body was. Just blood in the forest. Just a ghost hovering at the edge of the world, forgotten.I wrapped my arms aro
Liz’s POVCarlos stormed up the front steps of our parents’ house with fire in his eyes. I hovered just behind him, the familiar weight in my chest coiling tight as I watched him throw open the door.“Mum!” he shouted, barely giving the door time to close behind him. “Dad!”Mum appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a tea towel, startled. “Carlos? What’s wrong?”“Where is Liz?” he demanded, his voice shaking with frustration.Dad stepped into view from the hallway, brow furrowed. “She’s resting. Upstairs.”Lies. Still, they lied.Carlos shook his head, eyes narrowing. “No, she’s not. I just came from the forest—there was blood. You told Lumian she was here. Why would you lie?”Mum’s eyes darted to Dad’s, panic flashing across her face. “Carlos, please, lower your voice—”“Tell me the truth!” he roared, every word echoing through the walls. “Did she ever come here?”“No,” Mum whispered, guilt bleeding through every syllable. “We just thought she needed space. That she’d come
Arthur’s POVFrom the moment we crossed into Blackthorn Pack territory, I knew something was wrong.It wasn’t the usual tension that accompanied a royal visit—this was different. Heavier. The air clung to my skin like mist before a storm. Guards lined the perimeter with forced discipline, their stances too rigid, their eyes too watchful. Patrols were doubled, movements tight and rehearsed. Whatever was happening here, it was internal. A rot growing from within.Finn noticed it, too. “There’s been trouble here,” he muttered under his breath.I gave a curt nod. “And it’s not about us.”A few minutes later, Lumian appeared at the gate with his Beta, Robert, close behind. Both were dressed perfectly, the image of polished authority, but I saw past it. Lumian’s eyes were tired. Too tired. He was hiding something.“Alpha King,” he said with a forced bow. “Welcome to Blackthorn. I trust your journey was smooth?”“Where is your Luna?” I asked, skipping all pleasantries.His expression flickere
Arthur’s POVThe office door opened with a sharp click.Carlos entered quickly, eyes flicking to me, then to Lumian. His shoulders were stiff, posture guarded. The second he stepped in, Lumian gestured toward me.“This is Alpha King Arthur,” Lumian said.Carlos froze, then bowed immediately. “It’s an honour, Your Majesty—”“Where is the Luna?” I cut him off, my tone like a blade slicing through the formalities. Carlos blinked, taken aback. His eyes darted to Lumian for direction, but I didn’t give him the chance.“He is not asking the questions,” I snapped, voice cold. “I am. So answer me.”Carlos straightened slowly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “No one knows where she is,” he said. “She’s been missing since the day before yesterday.”My chest tightened, a low heat blooming in my chest.“That’s not all,” I said, voice calm but sharp enough to cut steel. “You’re holding back. I can see it all over your face.”Carlos hesitated.I took a step closer. “Say it.”He swallowed again,
Liz’s POVI stood in the corner of Lumian’s office, silent as ever. Unseen. Unheard. And yet… not untouched.Everything Arthur said cut through me like lightning, splitting the sky. His fury wasn’t performative—it was personal. Real. Every word held weight. Every breath was sharp with the kind of anger that only came from deep loyalty… or love.He had come back. Not as the quiet man I once called Victor. Not as the stranger I took in and trusted. He had come back as a king.And even now, even standing in front of Lumian with fury rolling off him like thunder, he was still the man I remembered.He hadn’t forgotten me.My chest ached, something inside me trembling with an emotion I didn’t quite know what to do with.I didn’t speak. No one could hear me anyway.“You didn’t search for her. You didn’t fight for her. You let your mate vanish,” Arthur growled at Lumian.I flinched—not from fear, but because hearing someone finally say what I’d been craving was like cracking open a wound
Arthur’s POVHer voice was so soft I almost thought I imagined it.“Please tell me you can see me.”My breath caught in my throat.I didn’t move. I Couldn’t.Because I did see her. Right there.Standing in the middle of Lumian’s office like she’d always belonged there—and yet somehow didn’t belong at all.She was pale. Paler than I remembered. Her hair hung around her shoulders like dark silk, but her skin had no colour. No warmth. She stood in the sunlight, but it didn’t touch her. Didn’t wrap around her the way it should have.And she cast no shadow. None of it made any sense to me. My chest constricted.“Alpha King Arthur,” Lumian said behind me, his voice uneasy. “What are you staring at?”I didn’t answer him. I didn't care about him or anyone else in this room other than her.“Arthur?” Finn’s voice now, quieter, closer. Hesitant.Still, I kept my eyes on her. Too scared to look away in case she vanished. She was looking right back at me.Her eyes—Moon above, those eyes. Tired.
Liz’s POVCould he really see me?The way Arthur looked at me—so intently, like I was the only one in the room—left my heart hanging in the balance between hope and heartbreak. My fingers trembled at my sides, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his.I wanted to scream. To cry. To fall to my knees and beg him to say it out loud.But then…He looked away.Arthur turned from me like the moment had never happened. Like he hadn’t just stared through every barrier between life and death. Like I was nothing but a flicker in his peripheral vision.My chest ached.No. No, not yet. Don’t go cold on me now.“I’d like some tea,” Arthur said smoothly, turning back to Lumian as if nothing had happened.The shift in tone was jarring. For a second, I wondered if I’d imagined it all—his stare, his tension, that quiet thread connecting us.Lumian jumped to obey, snapping his fingers toward the door. “Right away. I’ll have the servants bring some in.”I stood there frozen, still watching Arthur.He
Arthur’s POV“You must be tired after your travel here,” Lumian said stiffly, the edge of forced politeness in his voice. “I’ve had a room prepared for you. Robert, show Alpha King Arthur to his quarters.”I didn’t respond—just gave a tight nod and followed Robert out of the office, my steps heavy with everything I was still trying to process.The corridors of the Blackthorn Pack were quieter than I remembered. Too quiet. The kind of silence that wrapped around your ribs and squeezed. The kind that said something was deeply wrong.Robert stopped in front of a polished oak door and opened it. “Everything you need should be here, Alpha King.”I didn’t speak. I just walked in and closed the door behind me.The moment I was alone, the weight of everything hit me like a blow to the chest.Liz.Her eyes.Her voice.The way she looked straight at me.I sank down onto the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it held answers. She had been in that room. Not a memory.
Arthur’s POVI closed my hand softly around hers.Her fingers were cold but solid, no longer smoke, no longer a fading flicker I couldn't touch. I held her hand like it was the most fragile thing in the world like letting go might undo whatever miracle had just happened.I looked up, studying her beautiful face. Her eyes were wide, locked on our joined hands, her lips parted in quiet disbelief. I didn’t speak. I didn’t breathe.I couldn’t.My blood had done this. Somehow, it had bridged the space between us somehow.It made no sense in my mind, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that I could touch her.She looked up at me, her eyes shining with tears, one slipping from her eyes without thinking. I reached out, whipping it from her cheek. And then, like the dam inside her finally burst, she crumbled.She stepped into me, her body folding against mine, and I caught her without hesitation. My arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her like she was the most precious thing in
Liz’s POVThe world seemed to narrow as I stared at the shape hidden in the overgrowth.It was a car.Old. Faded paint. Covered in vines, someone had tried to hide it in a hurry. Arthur moved forward first, pushing aside branches, his posture rigid. Alert. I followed closely, every nerve in my ghostly body taut with something between fear and hope.Please let this be it.Please let this give us something.The closer we got, the more the dread clawed at my chest.This was it.This was the car.My wolf stirred again, sharp and anxious. I had been in this car, and my fear-filled scent still lingered.Arthur stopped at the driver’s side door. His hand hovered above the handle, and for a second, he just stood there as if preparing himself for what he might find inside.I stood behind him, holding my breath.What if my body was in there?What if this was the end of the search? Part of me wanted it. Not because I wanted to be dead but because I needed the truth. I needed to know where I h
Liz's POVI didn't feel anything anymore.Not the sting of Carlos's words or the ache of being forgotten.It should've hurt. Maybe it still did somewhere deep inside. But right now, all I felt was numbness.Carlos's voice still echoed in my mind. He had given me hope only yesterday, making me believe that he was going to try and find me. How quickly that hope had been lost."Ask Robert to take you to the place where they found my blood," I asked. The need of wanting to find the truth burning stronger than ever inside me.Arthur didn't hesitate. He just turned to Robert and said it as if it were his own idea."Take me to the place where you found her blood. Now."Robert stiffened slightly but nodded.I walked along next to Arthur. After a while, Robert came to a stop."This is where the scent ended," he said. "Where we found the blood."Arthur's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area. He didn't wait. He moved past Robert and began searching on his own, brushing past low-hanging branches
Arthur’s POVWalking down the halls of the pack house, I heard voices. They sounded as though they were in a heated conversation, and I followed them, listening. It didn’t take long to recognise them, Carlos and Robert.I was going to stay out of sight and just listen, hoping that something anything would slip. A clue. A confession. But then I heard what Carlos said about Liz. She was meant to be his sister. He was supposed to care for her, but here he was when she needed him most. Speaking poorly of her, I couldn't control the rage burning inside of me. I stormed down the hallway, fury in every step.“What the fuck did you just say?”Carlos barely had time to turn before I grabbed him by the collar and punched him. My fist connected with his jaw, and the sickening sound of bone meeting bone echoed through the corridor.He hit the floor with a grunt, hand clutching the side of his face as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.I stood over Carlos, my chest heaving, fists sti
Robert’s POVThe hallway stretched ahead, silent except for the echo of our footsteps. Carlos walked beside me, hands in his pockets, jaw tight with that familiar stiffness that always meant he was stewing in something. Pride. Denial. Maybe guilt. Maybe not enough of it.We were heading to see Judy, my sister.And yet, somehow, it felt like I was walking beside a stranger.“She’s probably already in surgery,” Carlos said, voice light, too casual. As none of this weighed on him, it was just another day.I didn’t respond.I couldn’t.There was too much boiling in my chest to answer that with anything but silence.“You’re really going to be with her right now?” I finally asked. My tone wasn’t gentle. “With Judy?”Carlos frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means Liz is still missing,” I said flatly. “And you’re acting like it’s nothing.”He rolled his eyes. “There are no signs of rogues or a struggle. And Lumian found that letter, didn’t he?”I stopped in my tracks, turning to f
Liz’s POVWe followed in silence as Lumian led us toward his office.My steps felt light, too light. Like I wasn’t even walking. Maybe I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure anymore.My thoughts swirled with the weight of what he’d just said. A letter.He said he found a letter.Written in my handwriting.Claiming I left willingly.Saying I’d only return if Judy was gone.I had never written a letter, or had I? I couldn't remember everything from the day that I was murdered, so maybe this was another thing that I had simply just forgotten.Lumina was my mate. He should know what my handwriting looked like.The ache in my chest was unbearable.Arthur didn’t say anything as we walked. But I felt him tense beside me, his energy sharp and boiling beneath the surface.The doors to Lumian’s office opened with a creak, and the familiar room came into view. So many hours I had spent here doing reports, sitting beside him, trying to be enough. Now, it felt foreign. Like I’d never truly belonged in it at all
Arthur’s POV“Answer me.”The words cracked through the air like a whip, echoing off the walls with force that could’ve broken stone.I stood there, eyes locked on Lumian, every nerve in my body tight, my wolf clawing inside of me. I could feel Liz just behind me—her pain was a silent pressure in the air. Her hope was thinner now, fragile, trembling like a flame on the edge of being snuffed out. It was cruel to watch, and every part of me wished I could shield her from this pain.And still, she waited for a man that didn't care for her.So did I.Lumian’s mouth opened. Then closed. His eyes darted away—toward the floor, the walls, anywhere but at me. He was a Coward.“I—” he finally stammered, his voice weak. “It’s not like that.”“Then tell me,” I snapped, struggling to hold back my wolf that wanted to come out and make him pay for the pain that he was coursing her. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that.”“I never said I wanted a divorce,” he muttered, almost
Liz’s POVI stood there, still as stone, watching Lumian walk away.He didn’t even flinch. Not a pause. Not a glance over his shoulder.He just left.Like I meant nothing to him.My chest tightened, a quiet ache blooming behind inside me, spreading slowly and sharply, threatening to cripple me. It wasn’t like I expected anything from him anymore—not after everything, not after I had rejected him as my mate—but seeing it so plainly, seeing how easy it was for him to choose her again…It hurt. More than I wanted to admit.“Lumian.” Arthur’s voice cut through the hallway like a blade—rough, low, and unmistakably commanding.Lumian stopped mid-step, his back going rigid. I turned toward Arthur, startled by the edge in his tone. He was glaring at Lumian, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides. There was no trace of the gentleman that I knew. This was someone else entirely.Someone dangerous.Someone protective.Arthur took a step forward, his voice dropping lower. “Do you not
Arthur’s POVI woke with a jolt, breath catching in my throat.Panic clawed at me before I even registered why—until my eyes snapped to the bed.Liz.She was still there.She was lying on her side, facing the window, the faintest glow from the early morning light kissing her beautiful features. She looked peaceful, like an angel, almost like she was just sleeping, like she wasn't a ghost.Relief hit me hard, and I let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand over my tired face.I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I didn't want to take my eyes off her. Something inside of me had feared that if I did, she might disappear again—flicker out like the ghost she was.But she hadn’t.She was still here.And moon goddess, she was beautiful.I sat there quietly, watching her—taking her in, just for a moment. Just to look at her and imagine she wasn’t stuck between worlds and she was still the living, breathing, beautiful woman that had stolen my heart. I should’ve told her how I felt.Last night, when