Isla's POVThe battlefield stretched endlessly before me, a grim tapestry of blood and agony. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the relentless sound of cries of the wounded surrounded me. The battlefield was more brutal and unapologetic than I had imagined. Everywhere I turned, there was pain; warriors writhing on the ground, their screams echoing through the chaos. This was carnage.I was engulfed in the harsh reality of war; suffering, death, and heartbreak. The wounded came in waves, their pain etched into their faces. Despite my growing skill at treating injuries, it never felt like enough.Each day blurred into the next, a relentless cycle of treating the wounded, stitching flesh, and holding hands as life drained from broken bodies.At night, when the camp quieted, I sat among the wounded. Because I couldn't sleep even a wink. The faces of those I couldn’t save haunted my dreams, and I clung to the hope that this war would end soon.One night, a young soldie
Adrian's POVThe battlefield stretched endlessly, a graveyard of fallen warriors. Blood soaked the earth, and cries of agony echoed, each day a reminder of the lives lost in this senseless war. My wolf growled restlessly within me, pacing, urging me to put an end to the madness."This isn’t a battle, Adrian," my wolf snarled. "This is a slaughter. A merciless circle of grief and destruction.""I know," I muttered under my breath, scanning the horizon helplessly. Only if I Could put an end to this with one command. I knew I had to do something to end this soon though.The distant glow of Stone Pack’s campfires marked the enemy lines. Somewhere beyond those borders laid the answer to this madness. By now I was certain this mysterious commander of the Stone Pack was the one orchestrating it all with some hidden vendetta against our pack. And I needed to find him or know the reason to put an end to this atrocious war.Ryan, my Beta, approached quietly. His face was grim, his shoulders squ
Adrian's POVBack in the tent in the camp inside the Black Mountain pack, I paced around restlessly. I couldn’t stand idly by any longer. I had waited too long, and let too much slip through my fingers. I knew I had to see for myself and ensure that the healer whose brief glimpse I had caught earlier was not Isla.“Adrian, you can’t keep doing this!” Ryan hissed, grabbing my arm as I prepared to leave. “Sneaking into enemy territory again is reckless. If they catch you—”“They won’t,” I cut him off, my voice firm. “Why can't you understand? The woman I saw could be Isla. I have to find her, Ryan. I can’t just sit and wait while she is so close.”Ryan’s gaze softened, but he didn’t release me. “Adrian! I wish it were her too. I miss her too. And nobody wishes it more than me that you really saw Isla. But there was no one."“Ryan! Believe me. It was her. And even if it wasn't her, I must find it out myself.” My tone faltered, but I pushed past the doubt. “I have already failed her onc
Isla's POVMy eyes widened in horror as the arrow lodged in his shoulder glinted under the moonlight, blood oozing out of his wound.“No!” I cried instinctively, rushing to his side as he fell with a thud.His breathing was ragged and his face had turned pale. My hands trembled as I pressed against the wound, but the blood kept seeping through my fingers. Panic surged through me, but something deeper, something primal helped me overcome the fear and focus on him.I knew I had to save him.“You are going to be okay,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to reassure him or myself.His eyes fluttered open briefly, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten. “Is… Isla…” he rasped, his voice weak.The way his lips moved as if murmuring my name sent a strange shiver through me. My heart clenched painfully. For a moment, it felt as though his wound was mine, the agony sharp and unrelenting.“Stay with me,” I pleaded, brushing his damp hair from his forehead.
Isla's POVAdrian’s expression of heartbreak and disbelief shattered my resolve for a moment. His eyes were wide, filled with pain. “You are not staying here,” he said firmly, his voice low but shaking with restrained emotion. “I don’t know what they have told you, but this isn’t your home. You cannot figure out anything here."I stepped back, shaking my head even though his words tugged at something deep inside me. “You can’t just say that and expect me to leave. I don’t know you. I don’t remember anything you claim, Adrian.”His jaw tightened. “But you feel it, don’t you? Don’t tell me you don’t feel it, Isla.”I hesitated. He stepped closer, his voice softening as though afraid to scare me away. “I have spent months searching for you, dreaming of the moment I would finally find you. You might not remember, but I do. Every smile, every laugh, everything we went through.”His words were raw, aching with sincerity. My heart pounded in response, but my mind screamed for caution. “I ca
Adrian's POVI stood before the map laid out on the table, my fists clenched as my eyes scanned the enemy’s positions. The weight of the situation bore heavily on my shoulders. I should have felt proud to lead such capable warriors. But all I felt was the gnawing ache of loss. Isla’s face haunted me... her wide, confused eyes, the way her voice shook when she told me she didn’t remember me.But I remembered her. Every detail. Every moment.Isla was still trapped in the Stone Pack, surrounded by lies and danger. But most importantly, she was being manipulated by Stefan. I couldn't believe someone could stoop as low as Stefan to win over a woman they claim to love. I would never do that.“You are not thinking straight,” Ryan’s voice interrupted my thoughts.I turned to him sharply. “I am thinking clearly enough to know we can’t sit here while Stefan keeps her under his thumb.” I clenched my fists, my resolve growing stronger. "I will bring her back. No matter what.”Ryan stepped closer,
Adrian’s POVThe tent was stifling, even if it was a cold morning. My fists clenched at my sides, the crumpled wedding invitation lying discarded on the table, a cruel reminder that everything was going awfully according to his plan. The thought of Isla, trapped and manipulated, was a rage I couldn’t contain. "I am going to kill Stefan. How dare he think that he can marry Isla in front of me!" I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “Adrian,” Ryan began cautiously, his voice full of reasoning, “you need to think this through. Stefan is not just inviting you out of arrogance or showing you that he was the one who finally had Isla. This invitation... it’s a bait. He wants you to come. He has probably already planned for every move you might make.”I spun to face him, my chest heaving with restrained fury. “I don’t care if it’s a trap,” I snapped. “I won’t let him marry her. I won’t let him use Isla like some pawn.”“And if she’s there willingly?” Ryan’s question sliced through me, but
Stefan’s POVThe flickering torchlight in the cavernous chamber made the shadows dance eerily on the stone walls. “She’s still resistant,” I admitted, my tone laced with frustration. “Even after all this time, she won’t submit. She’s regaining her memory, and it’s making her defiant.”Marcus tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint, sinister smile. “Ah, but resistance is merely a symptom of a will unbroken. This will help.”As I paced along the room, the weight of my plan pressing heavily on my mind. Tomorrow, everything will fall into place. Isla would become mine in name and bond, and Adrian... Adrian would meet the end he deserved.The memory of my exile still burned in my chest, a constant reminder of the humiliation Adrian had caused me. He had taken everything away from me. My status, my pack, my pride. Even Isla. My parents died for the Black Mountain pack and in return all I got was suffering. Now, I would take everything away from him. Once he is dead, the pack will st
Isla's POVEvery day since I returned from the ancient forest, all I felt was emptiness. Vast and hollow. It was as if something had been torn from me. They told me I had lost my track while patrolling. But it didn't add up. How could I lose track? I couldn't help but wonder what it was that I was missing so dearly but couldn't remember.When I returned, every muscle ached as if I had been crushed under a mountain. My body bore no visible wounds, but I knew something profound had happened. The ache in my chest wasn’t just physical. There was something deeper, something I couldn’t place. An overwhelming urge gnawed at me. I felt like I needed to search for… someone. Someone important.But who? Why did I feel so empty?No matter how hard I tried to piece it together, the memory was always out of reach. I was beginning to wonder if I was going crazy.For everyone else, life in the Black Mountain pack moved forward as if nothing happened. And as their alpha, I spent the next few days buri
Isla's POVThe world around us stilled, the chaos of the Stone Pack fading as I opened my eyes. We were no longer in the bloodied hall but in the heart of a dense, ancient forest. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and wildflowers. Silver moonlight filtered through the towering trees, casting an ethereal glow on the ground.Adrian lay motionless in my arms, his skin pale, his breathing shallow. My heart twisted painfully at the sight of him like this. He was so close to slipping away.“No, no, no,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Adrian, you can’t leave me. Not like this.”As tears spilled down my cheeks, a voice deep within me stirred. But his breathing grew weaker, his body colder.A low, mournful howl rose in my chest, and my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind, strong and resolute. "You are more than what you think, Isla. The power to save him is within you. But it comes at a cost.""What cost?" I choked, desperation clawing at my throat."Everything."Befor
Isla's POVAdrian lay limp in my arms, his breath shallow and strained. His blood soaked into my white gown, and my trembling hands couldn’t stop the warmth from slipping away from his body. He was barely awake, and I couldn't help but keep jerking him to keep him awake.“Adrian…” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Stay with me. Please, stay with me.”His once-brilliant twinkling eyes flickered weakly, breaking something inside me. His gaze focused on me for a fleeting moment as he forced a goodbye smile.“I-Isla…” he murmured, his voice a broken whisper. But his grip on my hand was faltering, his warmth fading.This time when he called me Isla... something stirred inside me. At that moment, everything came rushing back, as if a dam had burst and memories came flooding in, overwhelming my senses.I remembered the cliff.The way Elara, no, my twin, had pushed me with a malicious smile on her face. I knew she never liked me. But we were still sisters. I ne
Isla's POVStefan let out a sharp laugh, his smirk taunting, as he eyed Adrian with nothing but contempt.“You have some nerve, waltzing into my territory, sabotaging my wedding, disrespecting my bride, and demanding what isn't yours,” Stefan mocked, his voice dripping with arrogance. "This is Stone Pack’s territory, Adrian. And you? You’re just a trespasser. Did you think I would just let you take her?”With a single flick of his wrist, a squad of guards stepped forward, forming a strong barrier between Adrian and me. Their golden brown eyes gleamed as they shifted slightly, their claws elongating, ready to strike.A few of his own men stepped beside him, growling lowly, their muscles tensed as if ready to completely shift at a moment’s notice. The tension was suffocating. The guests were frozen, uncertain of whether to stay or run.Adrian didn’t flinch. I knew that look in his eyes. They were blazing with determination, fury, an unshakable will. His stance was unyielding, muscles ta
Isla's POVThe corner of Stefan’s lips curled as he met my gaze. “Nothing has changed.”He said it so effortlessly. But I felt the lie beneath them like a blade pressed against my throat. For a second I wondered if he was the same boy with whom I grew up, the one who had always been by my side, who had laughed with me and cried with me. It was as if those memories had never existed at all.I wanted to believe him. I wanted to reach out and grasp onto something familiar, something that could anchor me in the storm of confusion and pain swirling inside me. But I knew better.Everything had changed.This wasn’t the Stefan I had known. He was gone. This man before me was different: colder, obsessed, and dangerous. His eyes did not give the same vibe of affection but were filled with something I could barely recognize.Hatred. My heart ached, not just for what had been taken from me, but for him too. For the part of him that had been lost to whatever darkness had consumed him.And now, he
Isla's POVAs I crushed the herbs I had been secretly gathering since my captivity with my trembling hands, my heart pounded with anticipation. I mixed them carefully, crafting the sleeping draught. Every step felt perilous, but desperation sharpened my focus. I needed to escape. Now or never.When the maid came over, I threw the powder substance in her face, taking her by surprise. She soon fell unconscious, confirming the effectiveness. I seized the opportunity, grabbing the keys from her. Something primal stirred within me, urging caution.Sliding into the hallways, I pressed myself against the cold walls, my breath shallow. The air was heavy with tension as I tried to move past the guards without getting caught. Every footstep was deliberate, measured. Freedom was just ahead. I could almost feel the night air beckoning me like a promise waiting outside the large wooden door in front of me.But fate, as cruel as ever, had other plans.“Stop her!”The guards’ shouts tore through the
Stefan’s POVThe flickering torchlight in the cavernous chamber made the shadows dance eerily on the stone walls. “She’s still resistant,” I admitted, my tone laced with frustration. “Even after all this time, she won’t submit. She’s regaining her memory, and it’s making her defiant.”Marcus tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint, sinister smile. “Ah, but resistance is merely a symptom of a will unbroken. This will help.”As I paced along the room, the weight of my plan pressing heavily on my mind. Tomorrow, everything will fall into place. Isla would become mine in name and bond, and Adrian... Adrian would meet the end he deserved.The memory of my exile still burned in my chest, a constant reminder of the humiliation Adrian had caused me. He had taken everything away from me. My status, my pack, my pride. Even Isla. My parents died for the Black Mountain pack and in return all I got was suffering. Now, I would take everything away from him. Once he is dead, the pack will st
Adrian’s POVThe tent was stifling, even if it was a cold morning. My fists clenched at my sides, the crumpled wedding invitation lying discarded on the table, a cruel reminder that everything was going awfully according to his plan. The thought of Isla, trapped and manipulated, was a rage I couldn’t contain. "I am going to kill Stefan. How dare he think that he can marry Isla in front of me!" I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “Adrian,” Ryan began cautiously, his voice full of reasoning, “you need to think this through. Stefan is not just inviting you out of arrogance or showing you that he was the one who finally had Isla. This invitation... it’s a bait. He wants you to come. He has probably already planned for every move you might make.”I spun to face him, my chest heaving with restrained fury. “I don’t care if it’s a trap,” I snapped. “I won’t let him marry her. I won’t let him use Isla like some pawn.”“And if she’s there willingly?” Ryan’s question sliced through me, but
Adrian's POVI stood before the map laid out on the table, my fists clenched as my eyes scanned the enemy’s positions. The weight of the situation bore heavily on my shoulders. I should have felt proud to lead such capable warriors. But all I felt was the gnawing ache of loss. Isla’s face haunted me... her wide, confused eyes, the way her voice shook when she told me she didn’t remember me.But I remembered her. Every detail. Every moment.Isla was still trapped in the Stone Pack, surrounded by lies and danger. But most importantly, she was being manipulated by Stefan. I couldn't believe someone could stoop as low as Stefan to win over a woman they claim to love. I would never do that.“You are not thinking straight,” Ryan’s voice interrupted my thoughts.I turned to him sharply. “I am thinking clearly enough to know we can’t sit here while Stefan keeps her under his thumb.” I clenched my fists, my resolve growing stronger. "I will bring her back. No matter what.”Ryan stepped closer,