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
Claire’s P.O.V The car we were riding in to reach The Moon Fall Pack made an unexpected stop at a motel. It was supposed to keep moving, no breaks, no detours. But Christopher Gale? He couldn’t care less. Instead, he went ahead and booked two rooms—one for him and one for me. “You’ve got four hours to sleep before we hit the road again,” he said, pushing open the motel door so I could step inside and rest. I should be grateful, really. A guy claiming to be my uncle had at least given me a place to crash. But if I’m being honest? He didn’t act like an uncle. Not even close. “I’ll wake you up when the four hours are up. After that, we won’t be stopping again until we’re home.” “I’m only here because you made me come. So even if you hadn’t given me a room, I’d still be wide awake all the way to this so-called ‘home’ of yours, Alpha Christopher,” I shot back, my voice dripping with arrogance I probably shouldn’t have used. But weirdly enough, Christopher Gale just smiled at my
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,
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.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
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.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
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,