Freya's POVThe warm soapy water slid over my hands as I scrubbed the last of the dishes, the workers chatting quietly around me. Their voices created a comforting hum in the background, but my thoughts felt heavy. The morning had been quiet, almost too quiet, and I welcomed the simple task of cleaning to distract myself. Just as I dried my hands, I turned to leave the kitchen and bumped into Roy. His broad frame blocked the doorway, and his expression was lighter than usual, almost mischievous. “You’re dressed. Are you going somewhere?” I asked, my eyes trailing over his casual but practical outfit. “It’s been ages since I stepped beyond the woods. I figured it’s time to go out for a bit, stretch my legs,” he replied, his tone easy and relaxed. I nodded, understanding the restless energy that seemed to hum around him. The woods were his retreat, his escape. “You know,” he added, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought, “maybe you should come with me. You’ve barely gone out s
Steven's POVThe moment I stepped into the mansion, an eerie silence greeted me. The usually bustling pack house felt deserted. "Where is everyone?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the stillness as I spotted Williams loitering by the staircase. "They all went out," he replied hesitantly, sensing my frustration. "Go get them, now!" I barked, my tone leaving no room for argument. Williams flinched and rushed out of the mansion. I began pacing, my mind racing with the gravity of the news I had just received. The demon wolf was alive. Andre was right all along. But what was more alarming was the revelation that Maya was working with it. This wasn’t just a threat; it was a declaration of war. As I walked to the massive windows overlooking the woods, I saw Liam and Freya returning from their run. "Where the hell have you two been?" I demanded as they approached. "Working out in the woods," Freya said, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. "Is there a problem? And where ar
Freja’s POVThe hospital's pale fluorescent lights buzzed above me as I paced the corridors, each step echoing with anxiety. Nurses moved around briskly, their chatter and clinking tools creating a background hum that I barely registered. I stopped near the nurses' station, gripping the counter to steady my trembling hands. "Did you find her?" I asked Mabel, who had just come back from the emergency wing. "I’ve searched everywhere—every hallway, every room, even the supply closets. She’s not here," she replied, her voice thick with worry. "What about you? Any luck?" "None," I admitted, shaking my head. "I called home, but she isn’t there either." "Then where is she?!" Mabel’s frustration mirrored my own, her voice breaking slightly. "Maybe she felt suffocated here and decided to leave," I suggested, trying to remain calm. "Does she have any friends or relatives she could have gone to see?" Mabel's shoulders slumped, and she leaned against the counter. "Ashley is a simple g
Freya's POVMaya flung me through the air like I weighed nothing, and I crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Pain shot through my body as I gasped for breath, but I clenched my fists, forcing myself to rise. "Is that all you've got?" Maya sneered, brushing dirt off her hands. "Honestly, I expected more from you, Freya. Such a disappointment." Her words stung, but the rage bubbling inside me was stronger. My vision blurred for a moment before my eyes shifted to a dark, glowing gold. Maya raised an eyebrow. "Oh, looks like someone’s angry now. Come on, Freya. Show me what you've got!" She barely had time to finish her taunt before I charged at her with supernatural speed, landing a solid punch to her face. The satisfying crack of bone echoed in the air, and she stumbled back, touching her lip. Her fingers came away stained with blood. Her smile faded. "Enough of these games. It's time for you to die." Before I could react, she lunged, grabbed me by the throat, and slammed
Ashley's POVI ran.The night air was cold against my skin, the wind biting at my cheeks as I pushed my exhausted body forward. My legs burned with fatigue, but I didn't stop—I couldn't. The only sound was the rhythmic pounding of my feet on the dirt path, along with the frantic beating of my heart. Every breath I took felt like fire in my lungs, but fear drove me forward.They tried to kill me.The thought rang in my mind over and over, louder than the wind rushing through trees, louder than leaves crunching beneath my racing feet. I had come so close to death. If I was a second delayed, if I lingered even a bit longer, I would be dead.A sharp pain stabbed through my side, but I ignored it. The adrenaline pumping through my veins was all that was keeping me on my feet. The dense trees loomed around me, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, and I shuddered, feeling that unblinking eyes were watching my every move.And then, through the heavy undergrowth, I saw it.The cot
Liam's POVWe got back home, and as soon as we stepped into the living room, Freja was pacing back and forth, her face tight with worry. "I’ve been trying to reach you guys! What happened to her?!" she exclaimed, rushing toward us as we helped Freya settle onto the couch. "What happened to you?" Freja asked again, her voice filled with concern. "Got into a fight with Maya, and things got messy," Freya muttered, brushing off the concern. "What?! Maya dared to touch you?!" Freja’s eyes blazed with fury. "I'm fine, Freja. Nothing serious happened," Freya insisted, but Freja wasn't convinced. "Nothing?!" Freja said incredulously. "You’re limping, and you look like you’ve been through hell! How dare that woman lay a hand on you?!" "I only fractured my ankle, and it’s already healing," Freya said firmly, her tone silencing Freja's protests. "There’s no need to worry. Just help me to my room, please." Freja clenched her fists. "Liam can take you upstairs. I need to go find th
Ashley's POV The pale light of dawn crept into the sky, breaking the oppressive darkness of the night. Relief flooded me as I opened my eyes and stretched, the stiffness in my muscles from the previous day slowly easing. "Yes! Finally! Let's go home!" I exclaimed, standing up and brushing the dirt off my clothes. Steven, who had been leaning against a tree, stood up with a groan. "You seem unusually happy to see the morning," he muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "After everything that happened yesterday, this sunrise feels like a blessing," I replied with a grin. Steven raised an eyebrow. "Spending a whole night alone with you almost made it the worst night of my life," he said with a smirk as he started walking ahead. "Trust me, the feeling is mutual," I retorted, jogging to catch up with him. As we walked, the silence of the early morning surrounded us. The occasional rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds were the only sounds accompanying our s
Steven's POV I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting to the dim light as Luna's face came into focus. Her worried eyes bore into mine, her lips pressed tightly together. "You're awake!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with relief. "You were out for fifteen minutes," she added, helping me sit up. "I was starting to get scared." I let out a bitter chuckle, brushing her hands off as I leaned back against the tree. "Why would you be scared? If something happens to me—or if I die—you’d finally be free of me. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?" Her face softened, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Not really," she admitted. "Actually, I’m starting to enjoy being married to a werewolf Alpha. It comes with certain... perks no ordinary man could offer." I shook my head, scoffing. "Clueless human." Her expression grew tender as she whispered, "Thank you, Steven. Because of you, I was able to speak to my mom again." Her words caught me off guard, and for a moment, I could only stare
Steven's POVLiam coughed with a ferocity that rattled his entire body, blood spewing from his lips as he stared at me with wide, horrified eyes. His body shook, his gasps ragged and shallow."Ste. Steven," he struggled to get out, trying to force the words past his tightened throat.I stepped forward, my gaze unflinching as I looked down at him. The battle was over. He had lost. And now, he would pay for all the lives that had been taken because of him."For Freja, for Williams, for Maya, and for every single person who died because of you," I hissed, my voice steady, but with the passion of my rage. "You are going to die today, Liam. And don't worry, just as you had wished to do to me, I will behead you and show you for all to see. Let them all witness what became of the lone wolf who underestimated himself."I let him go, seeing him fall lifelessly on the ground with a heavy, dead thud. The wolves that had pledged their allegiance to him stood there in shock, their eyes wide with f
Ashley's POVSteven's large, warm body pressed against mine as he nuzzled my face with his dense, soft fur. His was not a physical touch—it was soothing, reassuring, and replete with unexpressed emotion. In that moment, amidst the chaos of combat swirling about us, he was telling me that he was there, that I was not alone, and that no ill would come to me as long as he remained by my side.Then, with a determined huff, he drew back and confronted James, Roy, and Freya, who remained gagged in thick, rusty metal chains. Their bodies were battered and bruised, their faces smeared with dirt and blood, but amidst all the pain, in their eyes was hope the instant Steven approached them.Without hesitation, he bared his razor-like fangs and sank them into the heavy metal chains. His huge jaws snapped shut on the iron links as if they were fragile sticks. The chains yielded one by one and fell to the ground, freeing them.The instant he was dismissed, Steven lifted his face and let forth a low
Ashley's POVThe field was a chaos. The circle of blades, the snarling and baring of teeth as wolves tore at each other, and the cries of the wounded hung in the air as I made my way through the fight. Mabel stayed with me, never far more than a few feet away, and the pack battled fiercely around us, killing off Liam's wolves individually. My chest was pounding wildly as my breathing was heavy and I swung my sword, hacking at any enemy who came near. I knew that despite all the training Steven had taught me, I was not as good as the others.My swings were slower and less controlled, relying mainly on reflex. If not for the wolves and Mabel, who continued to put themselves between me and harm, deflecting blows intended to kill, I would have been dead a while ago. They were fighting to defend the pack, but first and foremost, fighting for me, their Luna, and I couldn't risk being weak too. I needed to keep fighting. And then an icy voice rang out above the crowd, cutting through the cac
Steven's POV"No, don't… don't do this… You can't die, you hear me? You can't leave me like this, I can't lose you too, Williams!" I bellowed, my throat dry from emotion as I stood there and watched him fall at my feet, his body limp, his blood soaking into the earth around him. My hands trembled, my entire body shaking with the force of my emotions, but no matter how I struggled to get myself to move, I was paralyzed, trapped by Ivan's magic.Liam laughed, the sound cruel and unkind, full of only amusement at my suffering. He tilted his head to one side, watching me like some predator savoring the moment before the kill. "Oops," he said mockingly. "Oh well, too bad he died and not you. But I suppose it doesn't matter, really. You're still going to die, right here, right now, in front of everyone."No! Liam, I implore you!" Freya cried out in desperation, her voice breaking as she strained against the chains binding her wrists. Her face ran with tears, body shaking with horror and des
Steven's POVThe night was thick with silence, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The forest surrounded us like a black castle wall, its tall trees stretching up towards the heavens as far as the eye could see. Williams and I moved cautiously ahead, our footsteps muffled by the damp ground beneath our feet. Pine and moss floated in the air, but beneath that, I could still detect the faintest trace of residual blood somewhere in the area. The house loomed before us, its darkened windows not hinting at whatever horror lay within. Here was where my sister and Roy had been brought by Liam. Here is where I was to extract them.As we crept closer, Williams glanced at me, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's the plan, Alpha?"I never removed my eyes from the mansion as I answered, my tone stern. "The first thing is to rescue Roy and Freya and get them out of there alive. As soon as you find them, you extract them and move as quickly as possible away from h
Freya's POVThere was a dampness that clung to the air, an intangible shroud of mist that permeated through me as I leaned against the gritty stone wall, my wrists crying out in agony from the tightness of the iron cuffs. The dungeon was cold and unyielding, the chill penetrating deep into the bone. All that was heard was the faint, drum-like sound of dripping water, each drop ringing out within the vacant room like a macabre toll of elapsing time.Liam had built this dungeon beneath his mansion, a hidden room to hold his enemies captive, out of sight and out of mind, and powerless to act. And now, Roy, James, and I were the latest additions to his roll of victims. The walls that held us captive smelled of damp earth and rusty metal, and the flickering torches cast grotesque shadows that danced along the rough stone. The chains that bound us captive were thick and unbreakable, tightly wrapped around our wrists and ankles, holding us fast like captives awaiting their fate. I struggled
Ashley's POV"Steven, no! Please, don't go!" My voice broke as I reached out, my fingers brushing against his arm before he stepped out of my reach. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat hammering out the fear that tightened my throat."I have to go, Luna," he told me, his voice determined, yet I could feel the weight in it—the silent struggle being waged inside him. "I have to save them."I felt a shiver down my spine when those words tumbled from his lips.I did not get a chance to say anything more, to even step closer to him, when everything around me transformed. The world was engulfed in darkness within a split second, thick and suffocating, pulling me into a realm that was unfamiliar. The warmth of the room was gone, and I was surrounded by an eerie, bone-chilling cold.I blinked, disoriented, and was standing in the middle of a thick forest. My nose was filled with the scent of wet earth and rotting leaves, and a thick fog churned around my feet like ghostly fingers. My brea
Liam's POVThe cool night air carried a gentle whisper across the trees, and the leaves trembled as I stood outside the mansion, looking up. The moon, full and brilliant, was gradually emerging from behind a screen of black clouds, casting a gentle sheen over the vast area of land before me. The wind blew gently, but I barely noticed it. My mind was filled with a feverish expectation that gnawed at my patience.Steven was coming. He had to.I shifted position, my boots sinking into the damp earth beneath my feet. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity, pulled tight with anticipation. The manor behind me loomed over me, its former glory nothing but a short-term war zone now. The war wasn't over, not yet.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Maya edging a little closer, her arms folded tightly over her chest as she let out a small sigh. She was restless, too. I could hear it in her breathing, feel it in the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other."I d
Steven's POV"So, let's do this claiming thing then?" Luna questioned, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable curiosity.The question caught me slightly off guard, but the sparkle in her eyes told me that she was not asking on a sense of obligation. There was something deeper—something deeper than that. I searched her face carefully for any sign of hesitation, any quiver of doubt that would make me freeze."You really want to do that?" I said, my voice low, almost hesitant."Yes," she answered without a second thought. There was something definite in the tone of her response, something calm in her resolve that made my chest tighten. "Show me how it's done," she continued, her lips barely parted as she looked at me. "Make me like it."The weight of her words fell upon me, more than she probably realized. This wasn't about physical closeness—this was about trust. About rewrites the past had imposed on her. And that responsibility… it meant everything to me.I let out a slow breath