MARCELLUS’ POVThe rain was coming down hard, just like the storm inside me. I paced my room, worried sick about Fiona. My wolf, Raphael, sat beside me, watching me with sad eyes."We have to keep looking," I growled, my voice rough. "We can't give up."Raphael nodded. "I know, Marcellus. We won't. But we need to be smart about it."I sat down, feeling really tired. We had been searching for days, and it felt like I was losing hope.Raphael put his hand on my shoulder. "We'll find her, Marcellus," he said softly. "I promise."His words didn't make me feel much better. Fiona was my mate, my everything. I couldn't imagine life without her."We need to follow the last clue," I said, my voice hoarse. "It's the only thing we have left."Raphael nodded. "It's a long shot, but it's all we have."We turned into wolves, strong and fast. We needed to find Fiona.We ran deep into the forest, searching for any sign of her. The air was cold and wet, but we kept going. We had to find her.The trail
MARCELLUS POV.We turned and sprinted towards the forest, our legs carrying us with unnatural speed. We were going home, to gather our pack, to prepare for the fight that was surely to come. Fiona was in danger, and we would do whatever it took to bring her home safely.The wind whipped through our fur as we raced through the moonlit forest, our senses heightened, our minds focused on the single-minded goal of finding Fiona. We reached the edge of the forest, the familiar scent of pine needles and damp earth a welcome relief.We shifted back into human form, our bodies aching, but our spirits fueled by a burning need for vengeance. We ran towards the pack house, our footsteps echoing through the still night. The familiar sight of the pack house, a majestic stone structure nestled amidst towering trees, brought a sense of comfort, a reminder of the strength and unity of our pack.As we approached, I saw a figure standing on the porch, her silhouette illuminated by the warm glow of the
RAPHAEL’S POVAs soon as we stepped out of the helicopter, the cold morning air hit my face like a warning. The valley was quiet, almost too quiet, and every muscle in my body tensed as I focused on the figure standing before us. It was Ricky. His arms were spread wide like he was greeting us as old friends, but his smile? It was anything but friendly."Marcellus," Ricky called out, his voice echoing across the open field. "Welcome. It’s been too long, brother."I didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his words. My eyes darted to Marcellus, his jaw clenched tight, and his fists balled at his sides. I could feel the rage rolling off him, a storm barely contained.Ricky stood there, calm as ever, dressed like he’d just walked out of some high-end club. His dark hair was slicked back, his suit sharp and spotless. But his eyes… His eyes told a different story. They gleamed with a sick kind of pleasure, as if he was enjoying this.I stepped forward, putting myself slightly in front of Marc
RAPHAEL'S POV."She’s your mate, both of you., I know," Ricky interrupted, rolling his eyes. "You’ve made that abundantly clear. But tell me, Marcellus, how does it feel knowing you can’t protect her? That she’s suffering because of you?" I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped forward, my wolf growling beneath the surface. "Enough, Ricky! If you don’t give her back, I swear—" "Swear what?" Ricky interrupted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You’ll kill me? Tear me apart? Go ahead, Raphael. I’d love to see you try." Before I could respond, Marcellus placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. His touch was firm, grounding me in the moment. "We didn’t come here to fight," he said, his voice steady. "We came for Fiona. Take us to her, Ricky. Now." Ricky tilted his head, his grin returning. "Oh, you’ll see her soon enough," he said cryptically. "But first, let’s talk. It’s been so long since we’ve had a proper family reunion." Without waiting for a response, he turned and began wal
FIONA'S POV.The world was a haze of pain and disorientation. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavy, as though weighed down by invisible chains. The cold air stung my skin, a cruel reminder of the damp, unforgiving environment I was trapped in. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together my fragmented memories. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was the warehouse. The fight. The chaos. And then... nothing. I struggled to sit up, my muscles protesting with every movement. The room I was in was stark and unfamiliar—gray walls, a concrete floor, and a single flickering light overhead. There was no warmth, no comfort. Just cold, sterile emptiness. My heart pounded as I took in my surroundings. A metal door loomed on one side of the room, its surface scratched and dented. On the other side was a small table, a tray of untouched food resting on top of it. The sight of the food made my stomach churn. I didn’t trust it. The silence was oppressive, broken onl
FIONA'S POV.I wanted to believe him. Something about the way he looked at me, the faint softness in his otherwise hard expression, made me think he wasn’t my enemy. “Why are you here, Lucien?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Because I couldn’t stand by anymore. What Ricky’s doing... it’s wrong. And if I can do anything to stop it, I will.” The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. For so long, I’d felt isolated, and powerless. But now, with him he stood abruptly, his movements fluid and purposeful. “You need water,” he said. I nodded, unable to deny the dryness in my throat, the ache in my body. Lucien strode to the door and pounded on it. The sound reverberated through the room, making me flinch. A moment later, it creaked open, revealing one of the guards. “What do you want?” the guard grunted, his tone dismissive. “She needs water,” Lucien said coldly, his tone brooking no argument. “She’s had enough,”
FIONA’S POV.My breaths were shallow, my heart hammering in my chest.“Are you sure about this?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound brave. Lucien glanced back at me, his eyes sharp and focused. “It’s now or never. We wait too long, and they’ll double the guards.” I swallowed hard, the weight of what we were about to do settling heavily on my shoulders. Escaping wasn’t just about me anymore—it was about survival, about not letting Ricky win, about finding Marcellus and Raphael. Lucien turned back to the door, his hand gripping the edge as he peeked out into the dimly lit hallway. The light flickered ominously, casting long shadows against the damp walls. “Stay close to me,” he murmured. With a final glance back, he pushed the door open silently, motioning for me to follow. My bare feet pressed against the cold, uneven floor as I crept behind him, every step echoing in my ears. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. “
I shook my head, though my body told a different story. My muscles ached from days of confinement, my skin marked by the cruel hands of Ricky’s guards.“I’m fine,” I murmured, not wanting to burden him further. He didn’t press me, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. We moved in silence for what felt like hours, the forest gradually giving way to a rocky incline. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows that danced across the uneven ground. “Almost there,” Lucien said from behind us, his voice barely above a whisper. Raphael stopped, turning to look at him. “How far?” Lucien pointed ahead. “Just over the ridge. It’s an old hunter’s cabin—abandoned, but sturdy enough to keep us safe for the night.” Marcellus glanced at me, his brow furrowed. “Can you make it?” “I’ll manage,” I said, forcing a small smile. His lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me as we climbed. The cabin came into vie
FIONA's POV The soft murmurs of voices floated in and out of my dreams, their indistinct tones teasing my subconscious. It felt as though they were right next to me, then suddenly far away, like whispers carried by the wind. The warmth of the blankets cocooned me, and for the first time in days—or was it weeks?—I felt safe. My body ached in places I didn’t know it could, but the pain was dulled by the comfort of the plush mattress beneath me. Slowly, the fog of sleep lifted, and I opened my eyes. The room I found myself in was bathed in dim, warm light. The curtains were half-drawn, allowing slivers of sunlight to streak across the wooden floor. The faint scent of cedarwood and something more elusive—something distinctly him—wrapped around me. I knew instantly where I was: Marcellus’ room. The room was massive, yet there was something intimate about it. The furniture was minimalistic but undeniably elegant. A large oak desk stood in the corner, its surface littered with papers
I shook my head, though my body told a different story. My muscles ached from days of confinement, my skin marked by the cruel hands of Ricky’s guards.“I’m fine,” I murmured, not wanting to burden him further. He didn’t press me, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. We moved in silence for what felt like hours, the forest gradually giving way to a rocky incline. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows that danced across the uneven ground. “Almost there,” Lucien said from behind us, his voice barely above a whisper. Raphael stopped, turning to look at him. “How far?” Lucien pointed ahead. “Just over the ridge. It’s an old hunter’s cabin—abandoned, but sturdy enough to keep us safe for the night.” Marcellus glanced at me, his brow furrowed. “Can you make it?” “I’ll manage,” I said, forcing a small smile. His lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me as we climbed. The cabin came into vie
FIONA’S POV.My breaths were shallow, my heart hammering in my chest.“Are you sure about this?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound brave. Lucien glanced back at me, his eyes sharp and focused. “It’s now or never. We wait too long, and they’ll double the guards.” I swallowed hard, the weight of what we were about to do settling heavily on my shoulders. Escaping wasn’t just about me anymore—it was about survival, about not letting Ricky win, about finding Marcellus and Raphael. Lucien turned back to the door, his hand gripping the edge as he peeked out into the dimly lit hallway. The light flickered ominously, casting long shadows against the damp walls. “Stay close to me,” he murmured. With a final glance back, he pushed the door open silently, motioning for me to follow. My bare feet pressed against the cold, uneven floor as I crept behind him, every step echoing in my ears. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. “
FIONA'S POV.I wanted to believe him. Something about the way he looked at me, the faint softness in his otherwise hard expression, made me think he wasn’t my enemy. “Why are you here, Lucien?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Because I couldn’t stand by anymore. What Ricky’s doing... it’s wrong. And if I can do anything to stop it, I will.” The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. For so long, I’d felt isolated, and powerless. But now, with him he stood abruptly, his movements fluid and purposeful. “You need water,” he said. I nodded, unable to deny the dryness in my throat, the ache in my body. Lucien strode to the door and pounded on it. The sound reverberated through the room, making me flinch. A moment later, it creaked open, revealing one of the guards. “What do you want?” the guard grunted, his tone dismissive. “She needs water,” Lucien said coldly, his tone brooking no argument. “She’s had enough,”
FIONA'S POV.The world was a haze of pain and disorientation. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavy, as though weighed down by invisible chains. The cold air stung my skin, a cruel reminder of the damp, unforgiving environment I was trapped in. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together my fragmented memories. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was the warehouse. The fight. The chaos. And then... nothing. I struggled to sit up, my muscles protesting with every movement. The room I was in was stark and unfamiliar—gray walls, a concrete floor, and a single flickering light overhead. There was no warmth, no comfort. Just cold, sterile emptiness. My heart pounded as I took in my surroundings. A metal door loomed on one side of the room, its surface scratched and dented. On the other side was a small table, a tray of untouched food resting on top of it. The sight of the food made my stomach churn. I didn’t trust it. The silence was oppressive, broken onl
RAPHAEL'S POV."She’s your mate, both of you., I know," Ricky interrupted, rolling his eyes. "You’ve made that abundantly clear. But tell me, Marcellus, how does it feel knowing you can’t protect her? That she’s suffering because of you?" I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped forward, my wolf growling beneath the surface. "Enough, Ricky! If you don’t give her back, I swear—" "Swear what?" Ricky interrupted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You’ll kill me? Tear me apart? Go ahead, Raphael. I’d love to see you try." Before I could respond, Marcellus placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. His touch was firm, grounding me in the moment. "We didn’t come here to fight," he said, his voice steady. "We came for Fiona. Take us to her, Ricky. Now." Ricky tilted his head, his grin returning. "Oh, you’ll see her soon enough," he said cryptically. "But first, let’s talk. It’s been so long since we’ve had a proper family reunion." Without waiting for a response, he turned and began wal
RAPHAEL’S POVAs soon as we stepped out of the helicopter, the cold morning air hit my face like a warning. The valley was quiet, almost too quiet, and every muscle in my body tensed as I focused on the figure standing before us. It was Ricky. His arms were spread wide like he was greeting us as old friends, but his smile? It was anything but friendly."Marcellus," Ricky called out, his voice echoing across the open field. "Welcome. It’s been too long, brother."I didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his words. My eyes darted to Marcellus, his jaw clenched tight, and his fists balled at his sides. I could feel the rage rolling off him, a storm barely contained.Ricky stood there, calm as ever, dressed like he’d just walked out of some high-end club. His dark hair was slicked back, his suit sharp and spotless. But his eyes… His eyes told a different story. They gleamed with a sick kind of pleasure, as if he was enjoying this.I stepped forward, putting myself slightly in front of Marc
MARCELLUS POV.We turned and sprinted towards the forest, our legs carrying us with unnatural speed. We were going home, to gather our pack, to prepare for the fight that was surely to come. Fiona was in danger, and we would do whatever it took to bring her home safely.The wind whipped through our fur as we raced through the moonlit forest, our senses heightened, our minds focused on the single-minded goal of finding Fiona. We reached the edge of the forest, the familiar scent of pine needles and damp earth a welcome relief.We shifted back into human form, our bodies aching, but our spirits fueled by a burning need for vengeance. We ran towards the pack house, our footsteps echoing through the still night. The familiar sight of the pack house, a majestic stone structure nestled amidst towering trees, brought a sense of comfort, a reminder of the strength and unity of our pack.As we approached, I saw a figure standing on the porch, her silhouette illuminated by the warm glow of the
MARCELLUS’ POVThe rain was coming down hard, just like the storm inside me. I paced my room, worried sick about Fiona. My wolf, Raphael, sat beside me, watching me with sad eyes."We have to keep looking," I growled, my voice rough. "We can't give up."Raphael nodded. "I know, Marcellus. We won't. But we need to be smart about it."I sat down, feeling really tired. We had been searching for days, and it felt like I was losing hope.Raphael put his hand on my shoulder. "We'll find her, Marcellus," he said softly. "I promise."His words didn't make me feel much better. Fiona was my mate, my everything. I couldn't imagine life without her."We need to follow the last clue," I said, my voice hoarse. "It's the only thing we have left."Raphael nodded. "It's a long shot, but it's all we have."We turned into wolves, strong and fast. We needed to find Fiona.We ran deep into the forest, searching for any sign of her. The air was cold and wet, but we kept going. We had to find her.The trail