LOGINDANIELA’S POV “Alexander?” The name slipped out of my mouth before I even understood what I was doing. It felt as if someone had taken control of my voice. I let go of Vivian’s hand and stood up. My chest felt tight. My breathing was uneven. It was time. I could not keep running from him forever.What happened in the past was already done. The woman I used to be was long gone. I had become someone new. Stronger. Colder. More dangerous.“Yes?” His voice was calm, almost too calm. I gestured for him to follow me out of the room. I did not want to disturb Vivian’s rest.“We need to talk,” I said as I stepped outside the room. I avoided looking at Alphonce who stared at me with confusion and concern. I could see him debating whether he should join us.“Go ahead,” Alexander replied. He crossed his arms over his chest. His face looked calm, almost gentle, but anyone who truly knew him would never be fooled. The calmest face sometimes hid the most violent storms.“Someone broke into my hous
DANIELA’S POV“How is she?” I whispered under my breath as I moved through the sterile, echoing corridors of the hospital, my boots clicking sharply against the tile. Each step felt heavier than the last, like gravity had decided my chest was a boulder to carry. My hands were trembling, though I tried to hide it by clenching my fists at my sides. My wolf stirred inside me, restless and uneasy, sniffing the air, tasting the sharp tang of antiseptic and fear.The closer I got, the more my heart hammered against my ribs, threatening to break free. Every corner I turned made my breath catch. Every passing nurse or doctor that looked at me like I was an intruder made my pulse spike. I had to see her. I had to know.Then I saw him.Alphonce. Standing near a cluster of nurses, his usual calm composure faintly cracked, just enough for my heart to jump. Relief hit me, sharp and consuming, but it didn’t fully settle. I didn’t breathe easy yet. My eyes scanned the area instinctively, my chest ti
DANIELA’S POV“I have been lenient with you since I stepped inside this place, Laura. But enough is enough.” My voice broke through the room like a roar. The sound bounced off the concrete walls. My anger rose with every breath. My wolf paced inside me, clawing at the edges, begging to be released so she could tear this woman apart for what she had done to our friend.Laura flinched so hard the chair rattled. “You are lying,” she whispered. Even her denial trembled. Her hands shook uncontrollably behind her back, the ropes cutting into her skin. Her knuckles had already begun to swell from fighting the restraints.“You are not Daniela,” she choked out. Her voice barely made it past her lips. It was the kind of tone someone used when the truth was already standing in front of them and they just did not want to accept it. “You cannot be. She died. I killed her.”The confession burst out of her like the scream of a madwoman. She shook her head wildly, her messy hair swinging over her fac
DANIELA’S POVThe warehouse sat at the edge of the old industrial district—forgotten, half-buried by rust and shadows. The air outside tasted like metal and damp concrete as Thomas pulled the car to a stop. A single bulb flickered above the steel door, throwing weak light across the entrance.Nacko’s message echoed in my mind: We got her.I pushed the door open before Thomas could get out, my heels clicking against gravel as I stepped into the cold night. My blood hummed beneath my skin—not fear, not hesitation—something darker, steadier. Something long overdue.Nacko appeared from behind a stack of crates, wiping his hands on a cloth. His expression tightened the moment he saw my face.“She’s inside,” he murmured.I nodded once. His men parted as if sensing the storm I carried with me.The corridor swallowed me in dim light and the scent of old oil.At the end of it, a door stood slightly ajar.Voices leaked through—one sharp, panicked, the other bored.I pushed the door open.•Laur
DANIELA’S POVThe viewing window was cold beneath my palms as I leaned closer, staring at the frantic movements inside the emergency room. Vivian lay on the bed, her small frame swallowed by the white sheets, surrounded by doctors whose voices I could not hear but whose urgency made my stomach twist. Machines blinked and beeped around her like impatient hearts.My chest tightened until breathing felt like swallowing stones.That moment carved one truth deep into me. I was done. Done being gentle. Done being the woman everyone stepped on. Done pretending that softness would fix anything in a world that only understood cruelty.Life had stripped me clean. It began with my parents. One moment they were alive, the next I was standing beside two coffins, unable to understand how life could be so heartless. Then my pups were taken from my arms the very day I brought them into the world. I had barely healed from childbirth when their tiny cries were snatched away from me.As if that pain was
DANIELA’S POVI jolted awake with a sharp inhale, my lungs dragging in air as if I had been drowning. Every muscle in my body throbbed with a heavy ache, the kind that sank into the bones and made me feel as though I had been carrying a mountain on my back all night. I tried to stretch, but the soreness tightened around me, making even the smallest movement feel like a punishment.Sunlight poured through the window in a bright, stubborn beam that stabbed straight into my eyes. I raised my hand and shielded my face, squinting as the brightness forced its way past my fingers. My head pounded, and I attempted to sit up with a groan.“Here, I made you some soup.”I turned toward the voice, blinking through the blur. Vivian stood in the doorway, balancing a tray with a steaming bowl. Her expression was soft and worried, the kind of look someone gave when they had been sitting awake for too long.“How are you feeling?” she asked gently as she set the tray on the bedside table.“I am fine,”







