Steven's POVI went back downstairs, my head filled with what happened tonight. My mind was clear, thinking as it pieced everything together. I knew Liam and my sisters were waiting for me, expecting answers from me, but at this moment, I myself was searching. The weight of leading weighed on my shoulders, yet I was calm.The moment I entered the room, they all turned to me, their faces filled with a mixture of expectations and unease. I didn't waste any time getting to the point. "So, how many of our wolves were killed?" My tone was detached and without inflection. None of them immediately responded. They were all just standing there, looking at me. Their continued silence irritated me.I glared at them. "I only asked you all one question." Sharper this time, my words left little to no room for further reluctance. Liam finally cleared his throat, shifting slightly as if trying to find the right catch-all words. "Oh, I'm so sorry… It was four. The demon wolf killed four of our wol
Ashley's POVI stood under the warm cascade of water in the shower, letting it trail down my skin, hoping it would wash away the lingering unease clinging to me like a shadow. But it didn't. My mind kept circling back to the dream, that strange vivid dream that felt more like a warning than just fragments of my imagination.What had that all been about? I wondered, feeling the water glide over my face as I closed my eyes. I replayed it, remembering every chilly word the voice had spoken: Demon Wolf-something dark, sinister, entwined within the fabric of The Hunt. What hunt, and what night? The words sounded cryptic, like a riddle with no meaning whatsoever but to harass me.I let out a frustrated sigh and turned off the water, stepping out into the cool air that kissed my damp skin. A slight shiver ran over me. I took a towel and began drying my hair as my mind went into overdrive. Outside, the sky had already surrendered to the nightfall, its darkness pressing against the windows li
Steven's POVLuna's voice shook, her body trembling while she stared at me with those wide, fear-stricken eyes. "I just saw you die," she whispered, the words catching in her throat, as if even to say it out loud was painful.I furrowed my brow, taken aback by the sudden panic in her eyes. "My death?" I repeated, trying to grasp what she meant."I saw you die, Steven!" Her voice broke as she clutched my arm tightly, desperation written all over her face. "Someone-someone tore your heart out right in front of me, and you...you were gone!" Her breathing turned irregular, and within seconds, tears started streaming down her cheeks.I closed the distance, feeling my heart fill with more concern as I attempted to placate her. "How did you know?" This time my voice was gentler, genuinely interested in just what had shook her so violently.She swallowed hard, and her whole body was trembling. "I saw it," she whispered, barely above a breath. "When we kissed. When I closed my eyes, it was lik
Steven's POVI picked up one of the training sticks that lay strewn around the open space and balanced its weight in my hand. Not much-just a stick, smooth enough, sturdy enough to practice with. Satisfied, I turned back toward Luna and tossed it out to her."Here," I said.She caught it easily, firm and sure, the grip steadfast as she whirled it once through her fingers."Nice," I said, nodding in approval. She smiled slightly. "I used to be a gymnast." I raised an eyebrow. "Let's see how good you really are then. Come at me." Her confident expression faltered just a bit as she looked at me, as if trying to gauge whether I was serious. "You want me to fight you?I nodded, rolling my shoulders back and planting my feet firmly on the ground. "Show me what you've got." Luna let out a sharp exhalation, her fingers tightening around the stick as she adjusted her stance. "Okay then," she said, the flicker of determination dancing in her eyes. "Do not blame me if you get injured."S
Freja's POV The cool night air clung to my skin as Freya and I walked in silence, our light footsteps crunching against the floor. Above, the moon cast a soft silvery glow over the treetops, but its beauty was lost to the tempest storm raging inside me, the words of the priestess smothering me beneath their weight. Every step forward felt like a weight upon me, like chains dragged behind me. "One shall live alone, without a mate… and one shall die alone, without a mate." The moment she had spoken those words, I'd felt something inside me clench in protest-something dark and foreboding, as if the very essence of fate had whispered a warning in my ear. But this? No. This couldn't be fate.I clenched my fists to my sides, and my body grew tighter and tighter until it was unbearable. Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. "What was that?" I snapped, turning my head slightly toward Freya, sharper than I had meant. "What did she mean by all that nonsense she spilled!Freya let out a h
Steven's POVI went downstairs, my mind churning with thoughts of the chaos that awaited us. Tonight was the night for The Hunt, and though we had spent many hours in preparation, there was always that feeling in the pit of my stomach-the feeling that something might just go wrong, something none of us could ever predict. My eyes scanned the familiar surroundings as I walked through the halls, but my mind wasn't really in the Mansion. I barely noticed the way the old wooden steps creaked in protest beneath my weight with every step, or the slight chill in the air clinging to the walls. Everything just seemed so. normal. Too normal for what was to come.I turned at the bend and almost ran into Liam at the foot of the staircase. Liam stood so tall, squared to face me with that glint in his eyes-more than just noticeable."Good morning, Alpha," Liam said to me in a low, even voice. To me, he showed respect, yet I knew, beneath the façade, that he, too, was anxious, as were we all. I nod
Freja's POVI sat on the cold leather chair inside James' office. My fingers fidgeted over the hem of my sleeve while my heart pulsed hard against my ribs. It was like a never-ceasing rhythm reflecting the chaos running inside my brain. I barely slept last night, as thoughts of those haunting words of the priestess still lingered.**One of us will die alone, and the other will live without one.** The prophecy echoed in my head, my chest tight enough to burst. I knew better than to believe in fate, and yet… the priestess had never been wrong before.I bit my lip, my throat dry, and tried to steady myself. The air in the room shifted the moment James stepped into it, filling it with the usual controlled, almost indifference that characterized him. His sharp gaze met mine; there was a slight furrowing of his dark brows, as if he sensed my tension.He slowly crossed the room towards his desk but never once took those piercing eyes from my face. "What's up with you?" His voice was even a
Steven's POVA sudden knock at the door instinctively made me step back, and I immediately released Luna. I turned towards the entrance as Liam walked in, his expression serious yet composed. "Everyone is ready, Alpha," he briefed me solemnly. "The whole pack is waiting right in front of the mansion." He stood tall, with a sense of resolve."I'll be there," I said with a nod, and without another word, he was gone.I took a deep breath, willing the weight in my chest to lighten. The Hunt was a big night for all of us, much more than a simple tradition. It was one way to reconnect with our wolves-to remind ourselves what we were made of. But with the Demon Wolf lurking around, this wasn't about tradition anymore; this was about survival."Shall we go?" I asked Luna, looking at her. She nodded without the slightest hesitation, her eyes brimming with silent determination.We came out the mansion shoulder-to-shoulder, stepping outside down the hall and into the night where the entire p
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