Chapter 10: The Tides TurnThe sound of approaching vehicles accelerated my pulse. The cabin walls made it seem like they were closing in, and the air felt like it was thick with something — impending violence? Ethan’s fingers paused on the final stitch of my wound before he hastily stowed away his medical tools. Crouched near the window, gun steady, Mark peered through the slats.“They’re spreading out,” Mark whispered. “He’s got at least eight enforcers with him.”Ethan swore under his breath. “We can’t absorb that many in a head-on battle. Not like this.”My arms instinctively closed tighter around the twins, my body still weak but my mind racing. “Then we fight on our terms, not on theirs.”Mark looked at me. “You got something in mind?”I smiled, my decision weighing heavy in my throat. “They want the twins. Bryan will do whatever it takes to get them.” I met Mark’s sharp gaze. “So we use that.”Ethan stiffened beside me. “Jessica—”“There is no other option for us.” I pushed the
Chapter 11: The hunter becomes the huntedThe second Bryan stepped outside of that cabin, the air grew different. That tension didn’t dissipate — it coiled, it twisted tighter, like a trap poised to spring.His arms encircled me, his hold safe but strong, his pulse steady against my forehead. My body was more than exhausted, but my mind was racing, assessing, calculating. Bryan had given in too easily. I had won this battle, but I was smart enough to know that the war was far from over.He locked the door and exhaled. “I don’t like it.”“Me neither,” Ethan said, his fingers grazing a wayward strand from my face. “He’s got something planned.”I forced myself to sit up. “He’s going to regroup. He won’t approach us directly — not after what just happened. He’ll attempt to close off our options, put us in a corner.”Mark nodded grimly. “And when that happens, we either surrender or we die.”A shudder ran down my spine. My babies whined against my chest, and I turned inward, around them, i
Chapter 12 A Mother’s VowThe fiery glow of Bryan’s burning estate receded into the dark as we drove. The road lay ahead, dark and unknown, but for the first time in years I felt something like freedom.But my relief was brief. Because in the backseat, tucked in the crook of my arm, was my babies — those tiny, fragile lives I had fought so hard to keep safe. And I knew for certain that the war was not over.Ethan turned to me from the driver’s seat. “You’re too quiet.”I ran a soft finger across my son’s cheek, and then my daughter’s. Their soft breaths, their tiny fists curled against my chest — it grounded me like nothing else could. “I’m thinking.”Mark, in the passenger seat, snorted. “That’s dangerous.”I ignored him. “We need somewhere safe. Somewhere permanent.”Ethan’s fingers gripped the wheel. “We’ll figure it out.”I turned to him. “No. We have to decide now. Bryan may be out, but he’s not away. He won’t stop. Not until he gets them.”Mark sighed. “She’s not wrong. We took
Chapter 13: Bloodlines and BetrayalsThe lodge was hazy with unspoken words. Outside, the morning sun filtered through the dense tree line and cast long shadows across the wooden floor. Finally my babies were asleep, safe in a hand-carved crib near the fire. I should have been felt safe, but the weight on my chest started to settle.Beside me, Ethan’s expression was inscrutable. His mother, Helena, hovered at the window, her gaze cutting the perimeter like an old woman used to this many wars. Mark paced by the door, fingers twitching against the grip of his gun. It was a very tense room to be in.“Bryan’s enforcers are pushing the borders,” Ethan said quietly. “They’re not going to strike yet, but they are watching. Waiting.”Helena faced him, her eyes aflame. “They’re looking to exploit weaknesses. We can’t give them any.”I swallowed hard. “What if they’re not simply watching?Mark stopped pacing. “And you think there’s a traitor?”Helena’s lips pinched to a thin line. “There’s alwa
Chapter 14: Forged in FireThe air that night crackled with expectation. The instant the decision had been made, a wave went through the pack. They looked like wolves moving with purpose, preparing, fortifying, whispering among themselves. War was not merely coming — it was already here.I lingered by the edge of the main hall, following Helena as she organized her warriors. She was effective, respected without having to raise her voice. Even Mark, who rarely followed orders, didn’t protest.Ethan had returned from his perimeter sweep, his face stony. “There’s been no movement yet, but it’s too quiet. Bryan isn’t waiting. He’s planning."I shifted the blanket over my sleeping daughter, my mind whirling. “Then we have to do it first.”Mark crossed his arms. "That’s a hell of a risk."I met his gaze. “It has been a gamble, everything about this.” But we weren’t going to sit here and wait for Bryan and the Elders to make a move. We have to act."Helena rounded the desk, her sharp green e
Chapter 15: The Aftermath of the WarThe stillness in the house was thunderous. Bryan’s still body lay, golden eyes blank, his once-dominating presence nothing more than a corpse. Blood filled the air with a metallic, corrosive scent that was far too familiar.Ethan was still holding onto his sword, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white. His chest heaved as he looked down at Bryan’s inaudible state. Mark was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting. Adam leaned against the wall, bruised and battered but alive.I should have felt triumphant. I should have felt relief. But all that I felt was fatigue.I placed a shaking hand against my stomach, my body still pained from all it had been through. My mind was spinning. My daughter. My son. I had done all of this for their sake. Had I done enough?It was Ethan’s voice that first disrupted the silence. “It’s over.”But was it?Mark straightened, wiping sweat from his brow. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t start celebrating quite yet.”I
Chapter 16: The Night Is Always DarkWhen the wind ripped through the trees and whistled through the rafters of the lodge, the air that rushed in blew the tension and denial right out the windows. Whispers murmured in hushed tones, and barely heard over the crackling fire. Warriors walked with quietly chosen purpose, honing blades, rechecking munitions, bolstering strategies that would shortly be put in motion.This was no longer just about Bryan.This was bigger.We were going up against the very foundation of pack law—the hierarchy that had ruled us for generations, the rules that told you who was in charge and who bowed to it. The Elders had not yet retaliated, and yet their silence said more than any declaration of war.It was only a matter of time.I sat next to the fire and the flames flickered and danced, the heat hardly helping with the chill coming into my chest. Mine were bundled next to me in thick blankets, and their soft breaths were all that tethered me to the moment. My
Chapter 1: The Last AnniversaryMy hands trembled as I stared at the third pregnancy test, the two pink lines unmistakable against the white plastic. Just like the other two tests scattered across my marble bathroom counter. After five years of trying, of monthly disappointments and tearful nights, our miracle was finally happening.I pressed my palm against my still-flat stomach, fighting back tears. *Our pup.* The wolf inside me purred with contentment, already fiercely protective of the tiny life growing within. "Alpha Female Jessica?" Maria's voice carried through the door. "The ceremonial preparations are complete."I quickly swept the tests into my drawer. "Coming!" The anniversary celebration could wait. Tonight, after the pack gathering, I'd tell Bryan everything. I imagined his golden eyes lighting up, his strong arms lifting me in joy. Five years of trying had strained our bond, but this would make everything perfect again.The great hall buzzed with activity as pack member
Chapter 16: The Night Is Always DarkWhen the wind ripped through the trees and whistled through the rafters of the lodge, the air that rushed in blew the tension and denial right out the windows. Whispers murmured in hushed tones, and barely heard over the crackling fire. Warriors walked with quietly chosen purpose, honing blades, rechecking munitions, bolstering strategies that would shortly be put in motion.This was no longer just about Bryan.This was bigger.We were going up against the very foundation of pack law—the hierarchy that had ruled us for generations, the rules that told you who was in charge and who bowed to it. The Elders had not yet retaliated, and yet their silence said more than any declaration of war.It was only a matter of time.I sat next to the fire and the flames flickered and danced, the heat hardly helping with the chill coming into my chest. Mine were bundled next to me in thick blankets, and their soft breaths were all that tethered me to the moment. My
Chapter 15: The Aftermath of the WarThe stillness in the house was thunderous. Bryan’s still body lay, golden eyes blank, his once-dominating presence nothing more than a corpse. Blood filled the air with a metallic, corrosive scent that was far too familiar.Ethan was still holding onto his sword, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white. His chest heaved as he looked down at Bryan’s inaudible state. Mark was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting. Adam leaned against the wall, bruised and battered but alive.I should have felt triumphant. I should have felt relief. But all that I felt was fatigue.I placed a shaking hand against my stomach, my body still pained from all it had been through. My mind was spinning. My daughter. My son. I had done all of this for their sake. Had I done enough?It was Ethan’s voice that first disrupted the silence. “It’s over.”But was it?Mark straightened, wiping sweat from his brow. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t start celebrating quite yet.”I
Chapter 14: Forged in FireThe air that night crackled with expectation. The instant the decision had been made, a wave went through the pack. They looked like wolves moving with purpose, preparing, fortifying, whispering among themselves. War was not merely coming — it was already here.I lingered by the edge of the main hall, following Helena as she organized her warriors. She was effective, respected without having to raise her voice. Even Mark, who rarely followed orders, didn’t protest.Ethan had returned from his perimeter sweep, his face stony. “There’s been no movement yet, but it’s too quiet. Bryan isn’t waiting. He’s planning."I shifted the blanket over my sleeping daughter, my mind whirling. “Then we have to do it first.”Mark crossed his arms. "That’s a hell of a risk."I met his gaze. “It has been a gamble, everything about this.” But we weren’t going to sit here and wait for Bryan and the Elders to make a move. We have to act."Helena rounded the desk, her sharp green e
Chapter 13: Bloodlines and BetrayalsThe lodge was hazy with unspoken words. Outside, the morning sun filtered through the dense tree line and cast long shadows across the wooden floor. Finally my babies were asleep, safe in a hand-carved crib near the fire. I should have been felt safe, but the weight on my chest started to settle.Beside me, Ethan’s expression was inscrutable. His mother, Helena, hovered at the window, her gaze cutting the perimeter like an old woman used to this many wars. Mark paced by the door, fingers twitching against the grip of his gun. It was a very tense room to be in.“Bryan’s enforcers are pushing the borders,” Ethan said quietly. “They’re not going to strike yet, but they are watching. Waiting.”Helena faced him, her eyes aflame. “They’re looking to exploit weaknesses. We can’t give them any.”I swallowed hard. “What if they’re not simply watching?Mark stopped pacing. “And you think there’s a traitor?”Helena’s lips pinched to a thin line. “There’s alwa
Chapter 12 A Mother’s VowThe fiery glow of Bryan’s burning estate receded into the dark as we drove. The road lay ahead, dark and unknown, but for the first time in years I felt something like freedom.But my relief was brief. Because in the backseat, tucked in the crook of my arm, was my babies — those tiny, fragile lives I had fought so hard to keep safe. And I knew for certain that the war was not over.Ethan turned to me from the driver’s seat. “You’re too quiet.”I ran a soft finger across my son’s cheek, and then my daughter’s. Their soft breaths, their tiny fists curled against my chest — it grounded me like nothing else could. “I’m thinking.”Mark, in the passenger seat, snorted. “That’s dangerous.”I ignored him. “We need somewhere safe. Somewhere permanent.”Ethan’s fingers gripped the wheel. “We’ll figure it out.”I turned to him. “No. We have to decide now. Bryan may be out, but he’s not away. He won’t stop. Not until he gets them.”Mark sighed. “She’s not wrong. We took
Chapter 11: The hunter becomes the huntedThe second Bryan stepped outside of that cabin, the air grew different. That tension didn’t dissipate — it coiled, it twisted tighter, like a trap poised to spring.His arms encircled me, his hold safe but strong, his pulse steady against my forehead. My body was more than exhausted, but my mind was racing, assessing, calculating. Bryan had given in too easily. I had won this battle, but I was smart enough to know that the war was far from over.He locked the door and exhaled. “I don’t like it.”“Me neither,” Ethan said, his fingers grazing a wayward strand from my face. “He’s got something planned.”I forced myself to sit up. “He’s going to regroup. He won’t approach us directly — not after what just happened. He’ll attempt to close off our options, put us in a corner.”Mark nodded grimly. “And when that happens, we either surrender or we die.”A shudder ran down my spine. My babies whined against my chest, and I turned inward, around them, i
Chapter 10: The Tides TurnThe sound of approaching vehicles accelerated my pulse. The cabin walls made it seem like they were closing in, and the air felt like it was thick with something — impending violence? Ethan’s fingers paused on the final stitch of my wound before he hastily stowed away his medical tools. Crouched near the window, gun steady, Mark peered through the slats.“They’re spreading out,” Mark whispered. “He’s got at least eight enforcers with him.”Ethan swore under his breath. “We can’t absorb that many in a head-on battle. Not like this.”My arms instinctively closed tighter around the twins, my body still weak but my mind racing. “Then we fight on our terms, not on theirs.”Mark looked at me. “You got something in mind?”I smiled, my decision weighing heavy in my throat. “They want the twins. Bryan will do whatever it takes to get them.” I met Mark’s sharp gaze. “So we use that.”Ethan stiffened beside me. “Jessica—”“There is no other option for us.” I pushed the
Chapter 9: No More RunningThe SUV sped down the darkened highway, outside a blur of trees and deserted roads. Every muscle shrieked in agony, and with each beat of my heart I felt the reminder that I was only just hanging on. But no longer was it only my life on the line. My twins were stirring in my arms, their small bodies warm and pressed against my chest, their soft breaths the only thing that kept me grounded in reality."How much longer?" Ethan’s voice was tight with urgency as he looked at Mark in the passenger seat.Mark glanced at his phone, his jaw tight. “Twenty minutes, if we don’t encounter any setbacks. But those howls weren’t far. They’re closing in."I swallowed hard, resting my forehead against the cool window. Bryan’s henchmen wouldn’t give up. Not until they took my children. My wolf bristled, a wave of protective instinct swelling in my breast. I had been controlled, manipulated, treated like a pawn for years. That ended tonight."Jessica." Ethan’s voice was softe
Chapter 8: No Safe HavenWe sped off down an empty highway, city lights disappearing behind the SUV. The air hung heavy with fatigue and the unspoken truth that we had come, barely, from not being killed. My body throbbed with agony, but I held tight to my newborns, my arms wrapping protectively around them.Ethan sat next to me, jaw clenched and a steady hand on my shoulder. “Jessica, you’re bleeding too much. You need to let me help."My head shook, my vision swirling. "Not yet. Just—just a little farther."Mark, seated in the passenger seat, glanced back. “The enforcers are not going to stop coming. We need to lay low."The driver — a stoic Rivera enforcer I didn’t know — spoke up for the first time. “There’s a safe house thirty miles away from here. No pack jurisdiction.""No pack jurisdiction?" Ethan replied, furrowing his brows. "That’s impossible.""Not impossible," I murmured. "Just hidden."Ethan was sitting beside me now, his jaw clenched, his hand steady on my shoulder. “Je