Penelope’s POVI stood at the lake’s edge, my bare feet sinking into cool, damp sand. The water shimmered under the full moon, unnaturally still despite the night breeze that tousled my hair.“Step onto the altar,” my father instructed. “The moon must touch your skin directly.”I moved to the stone platform jutting into the lake. Its surface felt ice-cold against my feet. The pack elders formed a semi-circle behind me and begin to chant in their high, melodious voices.“What happens now?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.My father nodded to the oldest elder—Gerrard, whose white beard reached his waist. The ancient wolf raised gnarled hands toward the moon and began an incantation in a language I didn’t recognize.The lake responded immediately. Ripples spread outward from the altar, though nothing had disturbed the surface. The water started to glow silver-blue, pulsing in time with the elder’s chanting.“Papa?” I called anxiously.“Watch,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the
Penelope’s POVThe elders departed one after another, their ceremonial robes disappearing into the darkness like ghosts.I stood by the emptied lake, my legs still shaky from the failed ritual. The water rippled where the Moon Goddess tear had returned, a perfect circle expanding outward until it touched the shore where I stood.My father approached. “Are you unwell?” he asked, stopping beside me.I shook my head, though nausea still churned in my stomach. The moonlight striking my face highlighted my pallor.“I’ll survive,” I said firmly. “Disappointed, but resilient.”“Good,” he replied, squeezing my shoulder. “We don’t show weakness, not even when alone.” He glanced toward Edward, who waited several yards away, pretending not to watch us. “See him to the territory gates. I’ll expect you at home afterward.”“Yes, Papa.” I nodded, my mind still reeling from everything that had happened—the ritual, the sabotage, the mysterious corpses in our sacred lake.Edward fell into step beside me
Dominic’s POVPack elders droned on. I drummed my fingers against the oak table, forcing myself to pay attention as they pointed to the markings on our territory map.“As you can see, Alpha Dominic,” Elder Marcus intoned gravely, his gnarled finger circling our land on the sheepskin map. A bright scarlet mark surrounded our main hunting grounds. “Your territory has become a high-risk zone for these mutations. We’ve documented seven sightings in the past month alone.”I leaned forward, careful not to show the anxiety roiling me. “And confirmed attacks?”“Three,” Elder Thorne added. “Two survivors with extensive injuries. One fatality—a young scout found disemboweled near the eastern boundary.”“Disemboweled but not eaten,” Marcus clarified. “These creatures don’t hunt for food. They kill for sport, or perhaps…”“Testing their abilities,” I finished, a chill racing down my spine. “Someone’s creating these abominations as weapons.”The council members shifted uncomfortably. No one wanted
Penelope’s POVPungent scents assaulted my nose as I stood among dozens of heirs gathered for the annual hunt: pine needles, damp soil, rotting leaves, and deer musk alongside the scents of wolves.I rolled my shoulders, attempting to release the tension in my muscles.Elder Thomas, a withered wolf from Highland Pack with skin that hung in loose folds from his face, hobbled onto the wooden platform before the assembled hunters. He thumped his gnarled cane three times against the boards.“Welcome to our annual joint hunt,” he announced, his voice surprisingly strong despite his frail appearance. “This year brings significant changes to our tradition. Besides our usual prey—stag and boar—we’ve added a special challenge: tracking and eliminating any mutated werewolves spotted in these woods.”Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wind through tall grass.I spotted Edward across the gathering. He stood tall and straight-backed, nodding attentively to the elder’s words.“For safety reasons
Penelope’s POVThe creature roared again, but this time the sound seemed different—more of a pained moan than a threatening growl. I frowned, glancing at Dominic.“That doesn’t sound like a mutant,” I whispered.“No,” he agreed, sniffing the air. “It smells like…deer. And blood. A lot of blood.”We moved cautiously through the trees, following the distressed sounds until we reached a small clearing behind the dense thicket where we’d seen the pair of eyes.What awaited us wasn’t a mutated werewolf at all, but a doe lying in a pool of blood, her body contorted as she struggled to give birth.“Poor thing,” I gasped, holstering my blade immediately.The doe’s eyes rolled wildly when she spotted us, but she was too weak to flee. Her flanks heaved violently as contractions ripped through her body, yet the fawn remained trapped.Dominic stepped forward without hesitation, kneeling beside the suffering animal. Blood and amniotic fluid soaked into his pants as he knelt on the fallen leaves.“
Penelope’s POVA blur of silver-gray fur exploded from the right.Dominic had come, now fully transformed into his massive wolf form, and he collided with the mutant in mid-air. His powerful jaws clamped around the creature’s throat before they both crashed to the ground.I gasped, finally able to breathe as the immediate danger redirected. The white moss Dominic had collected lay scattered across the forest floor where he’d dropped it to shift.Keeping one hand on the doe’s wound, I stretched to grab the closest clump of moss, pressing it against the torn tissue. The plant released its medicinal compounds instantly, stems darkening as they absorbed blood and began to clot it.Behind me, snarls and growls filled the air as Dominic battled the mutant. Bones crunched. Flesh tore. I forced myself to focus on the doe.“Almost there,” I encouraged her, feeling another contraction begin. “Push!”With a slick, wet sound, the fawn’s body slid free. It landed on the leaves, covered in birth flu
Edward’s POVI stalked through the forest, irritation simmering just beneath my calm. Ruby trailed behind me, chattering constantly.It was grating on my nerves. This hunt had already become a colossal waste of time.Being paired with Penelope—that had been the plan. Another opportunity to strengthen her trust, to ensure she viewed me as her safe harbor against Dominic’s aggression.Instead, I found myself babysitting this vapid Highland heiress while my prey spent her time with her former mate.“Have you ever seen one before? A mutant wolf?” Ruby asked, skipping to catch up. “What do they look like? Are they really as dangerous as everyone says?”I gritted my teeth. “Focus on the hunt.”“I am focused,” she insisted, pouting. “I’m just curious. No one from my pack has encountered one yet.”I had to admit, Ruby possessed extraordinary beauty—more so than Penelope, with her long black curls, flawless porcelain skin and amber eyes.Beauty meant nothing. Power was everything. And Penelope’
Penelope’s POVThe forest sounds faded as Dominic and I dragged the mutant’s carcass into the main clearing. Hunters gathered around, pointing and murmuring at our gruesome trophy. Blood still dripped from its matted fur, leaving a dark trail behind us.Elder Thomas stepped forward, leaning on his cane. “Well done! The first successful mutant hunt of the day.”Before we could respond, frantic shouting erupted from the east side of the camp. Heads turned as a figure sprinted toward us.Edward.He carried something in his arms—no, someone. Ruby’s dark hair hung limply over his forearm, her body limp and bloodied beyond recognition. Edward’s clothes were torn and spattered with blood. His face was contorted in anguish.“Help!” he yelled hoarsely. “Someone help!”Hunters rushed forward as Edward collapsed to his knees, still cradling Ruby’s mangled body. I pushed through the crowd, Dominic close behind me.Ruby was barely recognizable. Her throat gaped open, viscera exposed where her abdom
Edward’s POVI slammed my fist onto the stone table, cracking it down the middle. The Rogue counselors flinched, their mutilated bodies hunching forward in the torchlight.“Incompetent fools!” I roared. “Hundreds of my creatures—destroyed! Months of planning—wasted!”The emergency meeting in the underground den had gone poorly from the start. Failure reports poured in from every territory. The defensive efforts of the wolf packs had decimated my mutated army faster than we could replace them.“Rogue King,” a counselor ventured timidly, his half-rotted face barely visible beneath his hood. “Perhaps we should reconsider our approach. The direct attacks aren’t working as expected.”I glared at him, enjoying how he shrank back into the shadows. “And what brilliant strategy would you propose instead?”The counselor’s mouth opened and closed several times. No sound emerged.“As I thought,” I sneered. “Useless.”I paced the length of the gloomy hall.. Twenty Rogue counselors sat at the long t
Penelope’s POVI watched Debbie rush onto the winners’ podium, her curls bouncing in the sunlight. Her face glowed with excitement as she waved frantically to everyone watching. The referee handed her a shining medal, which she immediately held up high above her head.Pride swelled in my chest, momentarily overwhelming my confusion about Dominic. She looked so happy, so triumphant. This was what mattered—her joy, her confidence. Not my complicated feelings about her father.“Look, Mom!” she called, bouncing on her toes. “It’s real gold! Or at least it looks like it!”I smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She deserved this moment of glory after working so hard in practice.Debbie suddenly turned toward me, eyes wide and hopeful. “Mom!” she called, waving me over. “Mom, can we take Uncle Ice Cream out for dinner tonight? To celebrate? Please?”Her pleading expression caught me off guard. Before I could respond, she’d already bounced off to collect her medal certificate, leaving me standing
Penelope’s POV“I’ll get you both to the finish line,” Dominic promised, his voice low. “I’ll make sure you win, even if it costs me.”I snorted, adjusting my blindfold as we continued through the tunnel. “How noble of you.”“This way,” he murmured, guiding me around another bend. “Five more steps, then we’re out.”I counted silently, and sure enough, the air changed on my fifth step. Brightness filtered through my blindfold as we emerged from the tunnel.“We made it!” Debbie cheered.I yanked off the blindfold, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight.The final challenge stood before us now—a dense briar patch stretching thirty yards across. Thorns longer than my fingers jutted from every twisted branch. A few families already circled the perimeter, fathers searching for the safest path through.“Rules are simple,” the referee announced. “Cross the briars to reach the finish line. Parents must protect their cubs from injury.”Tommy’s father probed the edge of the patch with a sti
Penelope’s POVI rubbed my sweaty palms against my competition shorts as we approached the suspension obstacle. The referee stood ready, whistling between his lips, watching us take our positions at the starting line. Other families lined up alongside us.“Ready?” the referee asked.I felt Debbie jump at my side, her small hand squeezing mine. “We’re gonna win, right Mom?”I forced a smile. “We’ll try our best, sweetheart.”The referee blew his whistle, the shrill sound carrying across the entirety of the field. Families sprang into action all around us.“Both of you, hold onto me,” Dominic ordered, dropping to one knee. He gestured toward his neck and waist. “I’ll carry you across.”I froze, glaring at the direction of his scent through my blindfold like he’d grown a second head, but I could only see darkness. I heard the other fathers already hoisting their children onto their backs, but none attempted to carry both child and mother.“Mom, come on!” Debbie tugged at my arm impatientl
Penelope’s POV“Next up, solo agility course for five-to-six-year-olds!”Debbie bounced on her toes, already moving toward the starting line with the other cubs. The first events were individual showcases, allowing each pup to demonstrate their skills before the parent-child relays began.“Good luck, baby!” I called out, watching her scurry to her position.The moment she was out of earshot, I turned to Dominic. “Why were you at her training camp?”His jaw tightened. “What?”“Don’t play dumb,” I snapped. “Debbie told me you visited her training camp. What were you doing there?”“I wasn’t—”“She said you played games with them. That you were watching her.” I stepped closer, keeping my voice low but intense. “Were you spying on my daughter?”Dominic’s expression shifted, resignation replacing his initial denial. “Fine. Yes, I went to the camp.”“Why?” I demanded.“You know exactly why,” he replied, eyes locked on mine. “I needed to know if she was mine.”My heart hammered against my ribs
Penelope’s POVI checked my phone for the twentieth time, anxiety agitating my stomach. Still no messages from Edward. No calls. No explanation for his absence.“Mom, when is Daddy Edward coming?” Debbie tugged at my shirt, her bottom lip quivering slightly.She wore her competition uniform—a miniature version of the traditional pack hunting gear, complete with the Iron Mountain insignia.“Soon, baby,” I lied, dialing his number again. The phone rang five times before going to voicemail, just like the previous attempts.Around us, the Rainbow Claw camp was on the go. Families gathered in the assembly area, parents helping their cubs stretch or practice last-minute techniques. Everyone had two parents present—everyone except us.“But the competition starts soon,” Debbie insisted, her green eyes filling with tears. “Tommy said we can’t play if we don’t have a dad. He said we’ll be disqualified."“Disqualified,” I corrected gently, smoothing her hair. “And Tommy doesn’t make the rules.”B
Penelope’s POVI stood at the edge of the training ground, my heart swelling with pride as Debbie shifted effortlessly between her human and wolf forms. Her small body glowed briefly during each transition before settling into her pup form—a beautiful silver-white wolf that shined brighter than any of the other young ones.“Remarkable coat she has,” my father noted, standing beside me. “Much brighter than normal for her age.”I nodded, unable to take my eyes off my daughter. The little wolf darted through the training course, leaping over low barriers and ducking through tunnels. Her speed impressed even the hardened trainers who nodded approvingly.“She’s a natural,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual though pride threatened to burst from my chest.My father tapped his wooden staff against the ground. “The Moon bloodline runs strong in her.”I tensed slightly. Comments about bloodlines always made me nervous, especially regarding Debbie.“The trainers say she has exceptional contr
Penelope’s POV“Stand still, sweetie.”I adjusted Debbie’s training uniform while she wriggled impatiently. “Is it time yet? Is it time?” she asked for the tenth time since breakfast, her voice bubbling with excitement.“Stop squirming,” I grunted, finally getting the second arm through. “I can’t dress you properly when you’re bouncing around like this.”“I can’t help it!” Debbie giggled. Her small feet pattered rapidly on the wooden floor of her bedroom. “Miss Lyra said I might get to try partial shifting today if I do really well!”I tugged the uniform into place, checking that the protective padding covered her vital areas. Today would be my first time watching her progress at the Rainbow Claw Training Camp. The instructors had sent glowing reports, but I needed to see it for myself.“Arms up,” I instructed, fastening the side buckles.Debbie instantly raised her hands, still bouncing on her toes. I smiled as she did. Something about her excitement warmed me to the core.I crouched
Kelsey’s POVLuna Sophia wanted a “proper” mate for her son—one with ancient bloodlines and important pack connections. Not me.I arranged flowers outside her quarters, forcing a smile whenever pack members walked past. The roses pricked my fingers, drawing blood that stained the white petals red.Word had spread quickly through the servants—the Alpha’s mother actively sought new Luna candidates from neighboring packs.After five years of waiting, of serving Dominic loyally while he mourned his runaway mate, I still didn’t measure up in Sophia’s eyes. Yesterday she dismissed me mid-sentence when I brought her afternoon tea.She barely acknowledged me while studying charts of eligible females from nearby territories, so I needed to act immediately.Night fell over the pack house. Most wolves attended the emergency council meeting about the mutant attacks, leaving the corridors nearly empty as I moved silently through the halls. My bare feet made no sound against the floors.Near the cou