Bella’s POV“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” June asked, holding the shelter door open with her hip.I nodded, hoisting the strap of my worn duffel bag higher onto my shoulder. “Yeah… this is all I’ve got.”“Well, come on then.” She grinned, stepping out into the morning light. “Let’s go.”The air was chilly, and the sky was pale gray, like it hadn’t decided what kind of day it wanted to be yet. I followed her down the steps, heart pounding. This was it. No more shelter. No more freezing in alleys or hiding who I was. Maybe. Hopefully.We walked to the bus stop in silence. My wolf stirred in the back of my mind, restless. “Are you sure about this?”“We talked about this," I replied telepathically.” We agreed to trust her.”“ I still don’t like how easy she trusts humans.” “ Then be ready if it turns south, I told her. I doubt she knows what I really am so we cannot assume. But let’s not sabotage this before it begins.” June nudged me when the bus pulled up. “Come on. Two seats
Bella’s POV I didn’t know if it was Harper’s presence or just this damn silence that made my skin itch.June dropped our bags in one of the guest rooms. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said. “I’m gonna grab us something to eat.”I nodded and walked back into the living room where Harper sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, sipping from a glass of red wine. Her sharp eyes flicked up at me the second I stepped into the room.“You’re quiet,” she said, her voice smooth. “June told me a bit about you. You’re...interesting.”“I try not to be,” I replied, trying to make my tone light, but it came out colder than I wanted.Harper smiled faintly. “Where are you from, Bella?”“Up north,” I muttered.“That’s vague.”“Yeah, it is.”She tilted her head, watching me like she was trying to peel back layers with just her stare. I held mine firm, refusing to look away. I couldn’t risk letting anything slip.“I don’t mean to pry,” Harper said after a pause. “You just...carry yourself lik
Bella’s POV After breakfast, I thanked June and Harper and then went up to take my bath. After a hot bath, I pull on a soft flannel shirt and some jeans and make my way down.Breakfast is surprisingly peaceful. We talk about everything and nothing. June lights up when Harper talks about renovating her art studio in the city, and I can’t help but notice how her eyes sparkle. It’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.I told them I want to take a walk. June offers to join me, but I insist I want some alone time to think. She doesn’t push, thankfully.The woods behind the lake house are breathtaking. Pines stretch toward the sky, their limbs tangled amazingly. Sunlight cuts through the canopy in scattered beams, and birds chirp with a rhythm only nature understands.But something feels off.I slow down, my boots crunched dead leaves as I step over a fallen log. The scent hits me first—metallic, sharp. Blood. My wolf shifts inside me, restless.I crouch by a patch of disturbed earth. The gras
Bella's POV The moonlight spilled through the slanted window, casting faint silver shadows across the floor of the guest room. I laid still, curled under a soft throw, trying to sleep, but something kept me alert. Maybe it was the leftover tension from earlier—watching Harper disappear into the woods with that cloaked figure. I hadn’t told June yet. Couldn’t. I saw how she smiled with Harper around, I didn't want to ruin their love life. Outside the lake house, the night was quiet, except for the occasional call of crickets and the soft lapping of the lake. June and Harper had gone back down to the beach not too long ago. I’d heard their voices floating through the open window, laughter mixed with low conversation. I had pretended to be asleep.I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing my arms to chase away the cold. Something kept pulling at me—not my wolf this time, but curiosity. I wasn’t snooping. At least, that’s what I told myself as I stepped out into the
Bella’s POV Days passed and it was over two weeks since we moved tk the pack house. Still, I was uncomfortable. Always looking over my shoulder and feeling as if someone was watching me. Maybe, I was just being paranoid. It was another morning and another day in morning air off the lake carried a soft chill, enough to make me pull my sleeves down as I walked along the wooden deck barefoot. The sun had barely risen, but I couldn't sleep—not after last night. Not after everything Harper had said.The journal. The blood moon. The blood moon whatever prophecy.June stepped out onto the dock behind me, holding two steaming mugs. “Thought you might need this.”I took the cup gratefully. “Thanks.”We sat at the edge of the dock, legs dangling over the water. Mist clung to the lake.She sipped, then nudged my shoulder. “You okay?”“Define okay.”June laughed softly, then leaned her head against mine. “I’m still wrapping my head around it, too. But… you know, I kinda always suspected somethi
POV: Bella "No. I refuse to accept this."Sage’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with venom, cutting through the thick silence of the ceremony like a blade.My breath caught in my throat. My body turned rigid, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. No. No, this isn’t happening.I stared at him, my fated mate, my Alpha, my everything.And he was looking at me like I was nothing, a piece of trash."The Moon Goddess made a mistake," Sage continued coldly, his piercing green eyes locking onto mine with pure disgust. His powerful frame stood tall, imposing, his jaw tight with fury. "I reject you, Bella Blackthorn."The words landed like a physical blow. My knees nearly buckled, but I forced myself to stay upright.A low murmur spread through the crowd. Gasps. Whispers. Laughter.This isn’t real.I tried to breathe, but I felt a crushing weight of humiliation pressed down on me, choking me. The sting of rejection burned through my veins like wildfire.The pack elder had just announced
POV: Sage Liora moaned beneath me, her nails digging into my back as I drove into her with relentless force. "More," she gasped, arching into me. "Sage…." She called out but I silenced her with a rough kiss, my grip tightening on her hips, bruising her soft skin. I wasn’t making love to her. This wasn’t about connection or tenderness.It was about control, dominance, and possession.I grabbed her hair and pulled her up—enough to give me a good balance behind her. Her voice rose and I loved the sounds she made. But to prevent further wailings, I took a finger to her lips and made her suck on it. She was so good at it too. Her breasts, full and satisfying as I grabbed them. I squeezed and pressed while harassing the nipples with a free finger. It was pleasurable for her with the way she kept moaning, arching her entire body to meet mine. It was like I wasn't deep enough, so I plunged deeper. I could feel her succulent walls tighten, producing juices as I rocked in and out. My hand
POV: BellaThe wind howled through the streets of the small border town, rattling windows and sending icy rain pelting against the pavement. Thunder cracked overhead, a deep, rolling sound that vibrated through my chest as I locked the door to the clinic, pulling my coat tighter around myself."Need a ride?"I turned to see Lane, standing by his car, keys in hand. His blue eyes held quiet concern, his medical scrubs still damp from the long shift we had just finished.I forced a small smile. "I’ll be fine, Lane. It’s just a short walk."He frowned, glancing up at the storm raging above them. "You sure? It’s getting bad out here."I nodded. "I like the rain."It was a lie.I didn’t like the rain. It reminded her of the night I lost everything.Lane sighed but didn’t press further. He had learned long ago that I was a locked door, and no matter how many times he knocked, I never let him in."Alright," he said, tossing his keys in the air before catching them again. "But if you get struc
Bella’s POV Days passed and it was over two weeks since we moved tk the pack house. Still, I was uncomfortable. Always looking over my shoulder and feeling as if someone was watching me. Maybe, I was just being paranoid. It was another morning and another day in morning air off the lake carried a soft chill, enough to make me pull my sleeves down as I walked along the wooden deck barefoot. The sun had barely risen, but I couldn't sleep—not after last night. Not after everything Harper had said.The journal. The blood moon. The blood moon whatever prophecy.June stepped out onto the dock behind me, holding two steaming mugs. “Thought you might need this.”I took the cup gratefully. “Thanks.”We sat at the edge of the dock, legs dangling over the water. Mist clung to the lake.She sipped, then nudged my shoulder. “You okay?”“Define okay.”June laughed softly, then leaned her head against mine. “I’m still wrapping my head around it, too. But… you know, I kinda always suspected somethi
Bella's POV The moonlight spilled through the slanted window, casting faint silver shadows across the floor of the guest room. I laid still, curled under a soft throw, trying to sleep, but something kept me alert. Maybe it was the leftover tension from earlier—watching Harper disappear into the woods with that cloaked figure. I hadn’t told June yet. Couldn’t. I saw how she smiled with Harper around, I didn't want to ruin their love life. Outside the lake house, the night was quiet, except for the occasional call of crickets and the soft lapping of the lake. June and Harper had gone back down to the beach not too long ago. I’d heard their voices floating through the open window, laughter mixed with low conversation. I had pretended to be asleep.I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing my arms to chase away the cold. Something kept pulling at me—not my wolf this time, but curiosity. I wasn’t snooping. At least, that’s what I told myself as I stepped out into the
Bella’s POV After breakfast, I thanked June and Harper and then went up to take my bath. After a hot bath, I pull on a soft flannel shirt and some jeans and make my way down.Breakfast is surprisingly peaceful. We talk about everything and nothing. June lights up when Harper talks about renovating her art studio in the city, and I can’t help but notice how her eyes sparkle. It’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.I told them I want to take a walk. June offers to join me, but I insist I want some alone time to think. She doesn’t push, thankfully.The woods behind the lake house are breathtaking. Pines stretch toward the sky, their limbs tangled amazingly. Sunlight cuts through the canopy in scattered beams, and birds chirp with a rhythm only nature understands.But something feels off.I slow down, my boots crunched dead leaves as I step over a fallen log. The scent hits me first—metallic, sharp. Blood. My wolf shifts inside me, restless.I crouch by a patch of disturbed earth. The gras
Bella’s POV I didn’t know if it was Harper’s presence or just this damn silence that made my skin itch.June dropped our bags in one of the guest rooms. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said. “I’m gonna grab us something to eat.”I nodded and walked back into the living room where Harper sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, sipping from a glass of red wine. Her sharp eyes flicked up at me the second I stepped into the room.“You’re quiet,” she said, her voice smooth. “June told me a bit about you. You’re...interesting.”“I try not to be,” I replied, trying to make my tone light, but it came out colder than I wanted.Harper smiled faintly. “Where are you from, Bella?”“Up north,” I muttered.“That’s vague.”“Yeah, it is.”She tilted her head, watching me like she was trying to peel back layers with just her stare. I held mine firm, refusing to look away. I couldn’t risk letting anything slip.“I don’t mean to pry,” Harper said after a pause. “You just...carry yourself lik
Bella’s POV“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” June asked, holding the shelter door open with her hip.I nodded, hoisting the strap of my worn duffel bag higher onto my shoulder. “Yeah… this is all I’ve got.”“Well, come on then.” She grinned, stepping out into the morning light. “Let’s go.”The air was chilly, and the sky was pale gray, like it hadn’t decided what kind of day it wanted to be yet. I followed her down the steps, heart pounding. This was it. No more shelter. No more freezing in alleys or hiding who I was. Maybe. Hopefully.We walked to the bus stop in silence. My wolf stirred in the back of my mind, restless. “Are you sure about this?”“We talked about this," I replied telepathically.” We agreed to trust her.”“ I still don’t like how easy she trusts humans.” “ Then be ready if it turns south, I told her. I doubt she knows what I really am so we cannot assume. But let’s not sabotage this before it begins.” June nudged me when the bus pulled up. “Come on. Two seats
Malrick’s POVLuthor began. “You believe Sage is a threat.”“I do.”“Yet you brought him back alive.”“Because we’re not killers. We give every wolf a chance to defend himself.”Mireya folded her arms. “So defend your position.”I laid it out: the beast form, the attack on my guards, the rogue-like behavior, the erratic aura Sage had been radiating for weeks.“This isn’t the wolf we trained with,” I said. “He’s something else. Maybe cursed, maybe bitten by something we don’t understand. But if we wait until he loses control inside the pack house, we’ll all regret it.”“Do you suggest exile?” Brannic asked.“No,” I said. “Containment.”Their eyes shifted.“You’d make a prisoner of your Alpha?”“He’s no Alpha,” I said firmly. “Not anymore.”The room fell silent. Then Mireya nodded slowly. “We’ll see what he says tonight.”“He won’t talk,” I muttered.“Then that will speak for him.”The meeting ended at dusk. I walked back to the basement with a grin that wouldn’t leave my face.This was
Malrick’s POVI summoned the guards and we all went out in search of Sage. The fabric was torn, muddied, half-buried beneath a bed of leaves. But I’d know that scent anywhere.“Sage,” I muttered.The guards behind me caught the scent too. Joran shifted closer, sniffing the air. “It’s fresh. Hours old, maybe.”I crouched, my fingers brushed the darkened cloak. It was soaked—part blood, part mud. But what caught me was the claw marks—deep, violent tears across the chest. He was injured. Badly.“Fan out,” I ordered, rising. “Stay in your wolf forms. Follow the blood. He’s close.”We shifted almost in unison, the crack of bones and stretch of limbs swallowed by the night. My wolf surged beneath my skin, hungry for the scent. Betrayal stung like acid in my gut. Sage, my Alpha, my friend once. But that creature he’d become? It wasn’t him anymore. He needed to be stopped.We moved in silence through the trees, the scent trail sharp now. Blood. Sweat. Burnt flesh.“He’s slowing,” Laren’s vo
Malrick’s POV The smell hit me first—burning fur, blood, and rage. I shoved through the underbrush, shifting fully into my wolf form, claws extended, senses heightened. The screams ahead made my heart pound, but not out of fear. Out of fury."Move!" I barked at the guards flanking me. "Circle the east wing. Don’t let any of those bastards slip through!"They growled in unison, taking off toward the dense trees where the rogue scent was thickest.I launched myself onto the ridge overlooking the eastern wall. Chaos below. Smoke curled into the dawn sky, and wolves clashed in frenzied combat. Elders ran, children shrieked. The rogues were coordinated—too coordinated for mindless beasts.“What the hell…” I muttered, eyes narrowing.A large wolf slammed into one of our guards below, snapping its neck in one move. I growled and lunged from the ridge, landing hard beside the corpse.“Bastards!” I grunted. I tore into the rogue’s side, claws raking deep, fangs locking into its throat. It di
Malrick POV The woods were quiet—just too quiet. The moonlight barely reached the forest floor, blocked by a thick ceiling of gnarled branches. I stood where we last caught his scent, my claws dug into the dirt, breaths fogged the air in short bursts. The others were scattered around, sniffing, pacing, looking to me for direction.“He couldn’t have gotten far,” I growled, more to myself than anyone else. But even I knew that was a lie. That thing Sage had become wasn’t just fast—it was unnatural.One of the guards, Daven, stepped up beside me. “We should’ve cornered him last night. We had the numbers.”“We didn’t know what we were up against,” I snapped.He fell silent. The truth was, I didn’t either. That form Sage took… It wasn't a wolf, it wasn't a Lycan. It was something else. Bigger. Stronger. Wrong. His eyes had glowed brighter than any I’d seen, like the moon itself had set up camp in his skull.I flexed my hands, trying to forget how it felt when he looked at me. Like I was p