Claire’s POVIf that driver earlier said Lake Terara was the best in the area, I’d totally back him up on that. Surrounded by lush forests and towering pines, the air crisp and cool, and easy access for just about anyone—this place was straight-up breathtaking. The water was so clear you could see right down to the lakebed. Absolutely unreal.“Do you like it, my lady?” The driver who had brought me here asked.“Of course. It’s beautiful,” I replied, and that was no lie.“If you do, then the late Lady Rose would’ve been very pleased.”“Who’s that?”“The late mother of the Alpha,” he answered.Ethan’s mother? Was that true, or were they just saying that to make me feel at home and not out of place?“Tell me about her,” I asked, curiosity creeping in.“She was a wise Luna. Most of the children and teens in this Pack grew up under her care. She was the epitome of beauty and motherhood—no child ever felt abandoned, even if their parents were too busy working. She made sure every kid had a
Caire’s POVAs soon as Danny left, I dragged myself to the bedroom, desperate to lie down. I was exhausted—not just physically but mentally, thanks to everything happening between me, Ethan, and Lucy Torrance.Honestly? If Lucy wanted the Luna position so badly, she could have it. I wasn’t about to stand in her way. Even though I loved Ethan, I never actually wanted that title.I collapsed onto the bed, even though I probably shouldn’t be using it. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I’d been feeling drained all the time. Was it because I was carrying an Alpha’s child?Eh, whatever. It didn’t matter. Ethan might never acknowledge this baby, but I’d still raise it as my own—my only family in this world. No doubts. No second thoughts.My eyelids grew heavier until sleep pulled me under. I had no idea how long I was out.When I finally opened my eyes, the room was pitch black. Not a single flicker of light.That wasn’t right. Even though we were deep in the woods, the place should’ve
Ethan’s P.O.VThis is insane! I never expected my job to turn into this nightmare—piling up when I don’t even want it, while Lucy keeps pushing me to finish everything like some kind of tireless robot. Honestly, all I want is to get back and check if Claire is okay with the Warriors I assigned to protect her. The last update I got said they went to a cabin by Lake Terara—the same lake my parents used to love when they were still alive. What a crazy coincidence. I spent years keeping that place hidden from the world, and now Claire waltzes right in, disturbing the peace that has remained untouched for nearly twenty years. Even Lucy—no matter how much she begged, even if she dropped to her knees—was never allowed to step foot there. At first, I swore I’d never let anyone in, no matter what. I wanted to keep it exactly as my parents left it. But when my Luna wants something… I can’t bring myself to refuse. She keeps calling herself an "unwanted Luna," but she has no idea. I want
Ethan’s P.O.VThe moment I arrived at the cabin, my heart damn near stopped. Almost all of my men were sprawled out, lifeless. A few were still breathing—barely—but it was clear they were hanging on by a thread. Ignoring the carnage outside, I bolted into the cabin, searching for Claire. I could still catch traces of her scent lingering in the air, but no matter how thoroughly I checked—every room, even the basement—she was nowhere to be found. All that was left was an empty, slightly messed-up bed. But among all the scents in the air, one stood out—completely foreign. It wasn’t one of my warriors. It wasn’t anyone from my pack. No, this belonged to someone else. And I had a pretty good idea of exactly who that bastard was. This was beyond insane. I was supposed to be the one who could predict everything. Yet, the place I thought was the safest turned into a bloodbath for my people. “Christopher Gale,” I growled, my fists clenching. “That son of a bitch actually had the nerve
Ethan’s P.O.V"You know, I might never be able to trust Rogue Wolves." I told Andara Specta, my voice loud and clear enough for anyone within earshot to hear. Andara nodded. "I know our attacks in the past were wrong, but you also need to recognize your own mistakes. We can’t just keep pointing fingers when all of us have our fair share of faults." I scoffed, feeling my anger flare up. "Cut the small talk. Just tell me why the hell you're here!" I snapped. Seriously. If she were a man, the first thing I’d do is land a punch right on her face. But she was lucky—just an old woman who once served as an Elder for the Moon Fall Pack and the only person who treated Claire decently when those damn Rogue Wolves kidnapped her and took her to their settlement. "I don’t appreciate being rushed like this, Alpha," Andara said, her tone calm but firm. "But knowing your temper, we don’t have time to waste. This is about Lady Torrance." Lucy? What the hell does she have to do with this? Did
Claire P.O.VI caught my reflection in the car window. Damn, I looked rough—completely worn out and lifeless. Like I'd been up to no good all night and couldn’t shake the weight off my chest.On top of that, I never expected to walk so damn far from Lake Terara, straight into the forest without stopping, and then keep pushing forward until I was deep into the mountains. My legs were killing me. It felt like I was walking through hell just to escape."What are you staring at?"Christopher Gale had been sitting next to me from the moment we got in this car, leaving The Silber Fire Pack behind—Ethan’s territory."Isn't this whole place just mountains? Nothing interesting about it," he added, his tone flat."Would The Moon Fall Pack even be considered a modern pack if it weren’t tucked away in the mountains like this?""Damn, you’ve got a sharp tongue.""I’d take the mountains over city life any day.""So, your dream is to live miles away from what you call ‘real life’? You have no idea w
Ethan's P.O.VI sat in my throne-like chair, glaring at the warriors I had gathered. I had asked most of them to leave their duties to discuss what our Pack was currently going through.The kidnapping of Claire Halle and the numerous deaths at the cabin by Lake Terara had caused some chaos within the Pack. They were all shaken, knowing that the warriors who were always loyal to me were extraordinary fighters with physical strength and strategic expertise. But suddenly, they were killed by a surprise attack from an unknown assailant in what should have been a very safe haven.Moreover, the whereabouts of Lucy Torrance are still a mystery; she is nowhere to be found. Even when I ordered my guards to search the entire meeting place we last used to meet with clients, Lucy had vanished. At the mansion, too, she was nowhere to be found, as if she had disappeared without a trace.While everyone was busy trying to locate Lucy Torrance, Chen Lien and his people were tracking where Claire had b
Ethan's P.O.VFollowing the orders and directions I gave, Octa and the former Elder of The Moon Fall Pack went to the route that should have been abandoned but was now being used as a route for infiltration and escape by those ungrateful people.Accompanied by Gilbert Luard—my Gamma, they went with the trusted warriors and more wolf guards they could use for battle. Meanwhile, I went to meet Sir Torrance to execute them.I deliberately let my Gamma go with those two stubborn old ladies, even though I should have taken them to gain more strength. But I ignored all that and let myself work alone, with the strongest warriors I sent ahead to wreak havoc on the packhouse and kill anyone they saw, except for the children.Selective orders indeed. But from the beginning, I never intended to kill children, even though in the future, they might have a tendency to enter the cycle of karma called revenge. But I chose to let that be, regardless of whether they would seek revenge or not. The impor
Ethan’s P.O.VThe night sky was pitch-black, heavy clouds looming overhead like a bad omen. Ethan stood at the edge of the forest, his sharp gaze scanning the terrain ahead. Beside him were his Warriors—fearless men and women who’d follow him to hell and back. They all knew tonight's mission was a gamble, but their loyalty to Ethan, their leader, outweighed the fear creeping up their spines.“We hit ‘em head-on. No mercy,” Ethan's voice rang out, solid as steel. The Warriors responded with synchronized nods, ready to roll.Up north, Malvic Stalon, Alpha of the Lycans, awaited the signal. In the dead silence, the towering Lycans stood in their full forms—living, breathing war machines. Muscles rippled under thick hides; claws and razor-sharp fangs gleamed as the fractured moonlight kissed their lethal silhouettes.“This is it. We crush the Moon Fall Pack!” Malvic’s voice thundered, icy and deadly.No way were they giving Christopher Gale’s lackeys a free pass. Didn’t matter if those wo
Ethan’s P.O.V“You can’t do that!” I yelled, my voice loud enough to make him stop. “Even if you’ve heard that I never wanted her as my Luna, she’s still my Luna, no matter what.”“Oh, you’re pretty greedy for someone so young.” he said with his smirk.“What?!”“I’ve been there too. Chasing my wild ambitions, building my empire over other races. I was strong, way smarter than you werewolves, but the more I realized I couldn’t do everything I wanted because of limits, the less I wanted it. Maybe you should start thinking the same.”“But she’s my Luna!” I shouted to him.“And she’s the next Alpha of this Pack.” He shot back, his tone sharp, emotions barely held in check. “Even though you’re fated mates, there’s no personal bond between you two. So, when this is over, you can go back to your life, and I’ll take responsibility for hers.”What the hell? Hearing him say all this infuriating stuff, I couldn’t even muster a single word in response. It felt like I was being crushed into useles
Ethan's P.O.VMalvic Stalon—the Alpha of the Lycans from the North. This is seriously something else. How could the elders in this Pack pull off something like this? I mean, from the North to this Pack is a crazy long distance, at least two days’ journey. And during all that time, the warriors and all the loyalists guarding Christopher Gale’s mansion didn’t catch wind of his arrival? That’s just nuts. No way that’s possible.Even if the warriors were as oblivious as a brick wall, ignoring the presence of another species within the Pack is not something any of us would take lightly.And let’s be real, Werewolves and Lycans are like oil and water—silent enemies. There’s no official declaration of hatred between us, but Lycans and their “holier-than-thou” attitude make us Werewolves sick. That arrogance fuels our endless animosity—a beef with no expiration date.What’s more, everyone pretty much knows about the Northern Lycans’ beef with Christopher Gale. Rumor has it the fake Alpha snat
Ethan's P.O.VAfter patching up some wounds and catching our breath for a bit, we took off, trailing Andara Spectra up a hill near the ridges surrounding The Moon Fall Pack. The old lady—once part of the Elders from that big Pack—claimed she’d be performing a summoning there, saying an Elder resided in that area, only showing up at the Pack when Christopher Gale called for meetings. I probably should’ve been more suspicious about this, but Andara Spectra wasn’t giving off any shady vibes. Even Chen Lien, who had a nose for deception, didn’t pick up on anything sketchy from the old woman. So, we figured we might as well follow her lead. The spot was a bit of a hike, tucked into the forest. But when we got there, we saw a small cabin, and from it, we had a clear view of Christopher Gale’s fancy-ass mansion. I’d been there once before—back when we first struck this deal. The negotiations started off smooth, but the second I found out that the person I was supposed to capture in exchan
Claire’s P.O.VI couldn’t freaking believe what was right in front of me. It was Sister Alberta and the orphanage kids—the only family I ever knew, the people I thought were dead. But they weren’t. They were alive, trapped behind metal bars in some dark, cold room inside the ridiculously lavish mansion of Christopher Gale. That fake-ass Alpha. I had spent years believing he had slaughtered my family, only to find out the bastard had been keeping them hidden, away from me. Why? Just to break me. Just to see me drown in despair. My eyes locked onto Sister Alberta, her frail figure seated in a wheelchair, being pushed closer by Sister Annabella so our hands could touch through the bars. I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. The kids were wailing, their cries echoing in the room, filled with fear, hopelessness, and a longing that cut deep into my soul. Her wrinkled hand reached out to me, trembling, desperate. I tried to do the same, but before I could, Christopher Gale yanked my w
Following Chen Lien's directions, I quickly asked my warriors to prep the plane. We're flying over to The Moon Fall Pack to pick up Claire.Therefore, I decided to head back to my Pack, personally imprison Lucy, and request the Elders to immediately integrate Sir Torrance's Pack into The Silver Fire Pack. I didn’t want to waste time and effort doing it another day.Upon arriving at my Pack, I was greeted by Andara Spectra, the former Elder of The Moon Fall Pack.Andara informed me that neither she nor Octa found anything on the escape route that Lucy Torrance created to facilitate Christopher Gale's plans. She even requested some guards to plant explosives on that route to destroy it, ensuring no one could use it in the future.Honestly, I liked that decision because, aside from having Octa with her, I also noticed that Andara's skills as an Elder were still top-notch. Her intuition remained sharp, and she was still wise. It showed when she made the Rogue Wolves in that forest much mo
Claire’s P.O.VRight in front of me stood a massive, jaw-dropping mansion. Almost the entire exterior was made of marble, making it look ridiculously solid, like, no way could even a thousand of the strongest wolf fangs take this thing down. I’d only ever seen a packhouse twice in my life, one of them being Ethan’s. And yeah, that one was impressive, but this? This mansion blew Ethan’s out of the water. Way more majestic, sturdier… or maybe just eerily quieter. “Why are you just standing there? Go on, step inside. After all, this mansion was yours to begin with.” Christopher Gale spoke like he was offering some grand, heartfelt welcome, like I was supposed to be grateful or something. Wait, what did he just say? Mine to begin with? Had I actually lived in a place like this before I became an orphan and was raised by the nuns at the convent? Why did his words sound so sweet and yet cut so deep at the same time? Is this just how he is? Showering his soon-to-be victims with compliment
Ethan’s P.O.VBlood pooled on the ground, mixing with the ash and dust of the ruins. The night air reeked of burning flesh, agonized screams, and the final gasps of those foolish enough to resist. A pack that once stood proud under Alpha Torrance’s rule. Now reduced to rubble and corpses. If only the civilians had just stayed put and watched, maybe they wouldn’t have died such meaningless deaths. Wasn’t that exactly what I ordered after letting my warriors unleash absolute carnage on this pack? Pathetic. A damn shame to witness, but even more frustrating to remember. Because no matter how much I hate to admit it, this pack had once meant something to me—to all of us. But their heir—Lucy Torrance, decided to play traitor. And that? That, I could never let slide. I stood amidst the chaos, my breath ragged, heart still pounding with adrenaline coursing through my veins. My hands were coated in blood some of it belonged to my enemies, some to those stupid enough to stand in my way to
Claire's P.O.V This was one hell of a long journey—way longer than I ever could’ve imagined. When Ethan took me from my old Pack to the Silver Fire Pack, he had us fly in a private jet, cutting the travel time short. But this bastard? He was dragging me through an endless nightmare. I had no clue where the hell this so-called Moon Fall Pack was, but he kept driving, twisting and turning like he was deliberately trying to confuse me. For the rest of the trip, I didn’t say a damn word to Christopher Gale. He did the same—silent, no small talk, nothing. Honestly, that was probably for the best. If we had talked, all I would’ve gotten from him was a bunch of sarcastic bullshit. The car had been speeding down this pitch-black, deserted road for about two hours now. There wasn’t a single streetlight, not even the faintest glow outside the window. Just pure, suffocating darkness. It was like we had left civilization behind and were driving straight into some forsaken void. But then,