Chapter 38 Logan's POV: As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pack grounds, I found myself pacing restlessly in my office. The news of Luke's escape had set my nerves on edge, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something even more sinister was lurking just out of sight. I had sent Rafe and his team to scour the territory, but as the hours ticked by with no sign of the traitor, my frustration only grew. How could Luke have slipped away so easily? And more importantly, where was he now? I slammed my fist against the wall, the pain barely registering through the haze of anger and despair that had settled over me. Everything seemed to be falling apart, and I couldn't help but feel like I was failing as an Alpha. A soft knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts, and I turned to see my mother entering the room once again. Her face was pale and drawn, and I could see the worry etched into every line of her face. "Logan," she said softly, "ther
Chapter 39 Logan's POV: The battle raged on around me, the clash of claws and fangs filling the air with a cacophony of violence. I fought with everything I had, my muscles burning with exertion as I tore through the horde of vampires that had invaded our pack grounds. But even as I fought, I couldn't shake the image of Selena's face from my mind. The cruel smile, the otherworldly glow in her eyes... it was like looking at a stranger wearing the face of the woman I loved. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain in my chest, like a white-hot knife plunging into my heart. I looked down, expecting to see blood, but there was nothing. And yet, the pain only grew, spreading through my body like wildfire. I screamed, my voice raw and ragged with agony. The world around me began to blur, the edges of my vision fading into darkness. I stumbled, my knees buckling beneath me as I fell to the ground. And then, with a gasp, I woke up. I bolted upright, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked arou
Chapter 40 Selena's POV: As I stepped into the training arena for the first time, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The Sisterhood had promised to help me unlock my true potential, to teach me how to harness the power that had lain dormant within me for so long. But the thought of actually using that power, of tapping into the ancient magic that flowed through my veins... it was both thrilling and terrifying. The arena was a vast, open space, with high walls and a ceiling that seemed to stretch up into the heavens. The floor was made of smooth, polished stone, and the air hummed with a subtle energy that I could feel tingling against my skin. As I looked around, I saw that I was not alone. A group of young women stood at the far end of the arena, their faces filled with a mixture of determination and apprehension. They were all dressed in simple, flowing robes, their hair pulled back into tight braids or ponytails. One of the women caught my eye, an
Chapter 41 Selena's POV: I raced through the hallways of the Sisterhood's compound, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to make sense of the conversation I had just overheard. The vampire king was coming, and he wouldn't stop until he had what he wanted. But what could that possibly be? And how did it involve the Sisterhood? As I rounded a corner, I nearly collided with my mother, who was striding down the hallway with a look of grim determination on her face. She grabbed my shoulders, her eyes searching mine with a mixture of concern and urgency. "Selena, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Mom, I overheard something... something about the vampire king. He's coming for the Sisterhood, and he won't stop until he gets what he wants." My mother's eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of fear cross her face. But then she shook her head, her expression hardening into one of resolve. "Selena, listen
Chapter 42 Selena's POV: As we gathered in the courtyard, the tension in the air was palpable. The vampire king and his entourage had arrived at the gates of the Sisterhood, claiming to come in peace. Despite our reservations, the decision was made to allow them inside, hoping to avoid any unnecessary conflict. I watched from a distance as my mother and the other head sisters approached the vampire king, their faces a mixture of caution and determination. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing the power and influence the vampire king wielded. Thanks to my enhanced werewolf senses, I was able to listen in on their conversation, even from afar. I gripped my knife tightly, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. "What brings you to the Sisterhood, vampire king?" my mother asked, her voice steady and unwavering. The vampire king smiled, his fangs glinting in the sunlight. "We come seeking the Mortal Cup," he replied, his tone smooth and confident. "We believe i
Chapter 43 Selena's POV: The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Sisterhood's compound as I woke from a restless sleep. The events of the previous day still weighed heavily on my mind, the vampire king's visit and his search for the Mortal Cup leaving me with a sense of unease that I couldn't quite shake. As I dressed for the day, I couldn't help but think of Yarrow, the witch doctor who had brought me to the Sisterhood. It had been so long since I had seen him, and I couldn't help but wonder where he had gone and if he was safe. I pushed those thoughts aside as the bell for training rang out, signaling the start of a new day. I hurried out to the courtyard, joining the other girls as we lined up in front of our training mistress, Lillian. Lillian was a tall, imposing woman, with a fierce glint in her eye and a no-nonsense demeanor. She had been tasked with training us in combat, and I could tell from the way she carried herself that she took her job very seriously. "Good morni
Chapter 44Logan's POV:The weight of the mate bond hung heavy on my shoulders, a constant reminder of the emptiness that had taken root in my heart. Selena's absence was like a physical ache, a wound that refused to heal no matter how much time passed.I could feel my wolf growing weaker with each passing day, the strength and vitality that had once coursed through my veins slowly seeping away. It was as if a part of me had been torn out, leaving behind a gaping hole that nothing could fill.The nightmares came every night, vivid and terrifying. In my dreams, I saw Luke, his face twisted with malice and hatred as he lunged at me, his claws tearing into my flesh. I could feel the searing pain of his attack, could hear my own screams echoing in my ears as he tore me apart.I would wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest and my breath coming in ragged gasps. The terror of the dream would linger, clinging to me like a second skin that I couldn't shake off.It was on one of
Chapter 45Logan's POV:Three months. It felt like an eternity since Selena had been taken from me. The mate bond that once thrummed with life and energy now felt like a frayed thread, barely holding on. With each passing day, I could feel my powers waning, my strength diminishing. It was as if a part of me was slowly dying, withering away in Selena's absence.I pushed myself harder than ever before, training until my muscles screamed and my lungs burned. But nothing seemed to help. The betrayal of Luke, my trusted beta, only added to the weight of my despair. How could I have been so blind?As the sun began to rise, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, I set out for my daily run. My feet carried me along the familiar path, every step bringing me closer to the spot where I had saved Selena so long ago. It had become a ritual of sorts, a desperate hope that one day I would find her there, waiting for me.But as always, the clearing was empty, save for the whisper of the wind thro