Ryker's POV When Eleanor told me she did not want me to go with her to Maryâs cottage, I felt disappointed and confused. I wondered if she was angry with me, and my heart sank a little. But then she explained that she needed me to help with some important tasks while she was away. Her words made me feel both nervous and excited.As soon as she finished speaking, I felt a surge of determination. I had grown up in the palace since I was a little boy, and I thought I knew everything about our home. Up until that morning, I believed that Loretta and Eleanor were full sisters. But today, Eleanor revealed a secret that changed everything. In a soft, serious voice, she said, âI want you to find out who my real mother is, but do not let Father know.â I was shocked. I had never imagined that her mysterious powers could be linked to a secret about her family. Now, I had a mission that was both personal and dangerous.Without wasting any time, I began to prepare for my secret task. I knew every
Eleanor's POV The name "Capris Coven" kept echoing in my mind, but the more I tried to understand it, the more confused I became. I knew every pack in this realm, yet I had never heard of a pack with this name. It made me wonder if I truly belonged here. Had my father gone to another realm in search of a wife, hiding a secret about my true origin from me?I needed answers, and I needed them quickly. With urgency in my voice, I asked Mary, "Who are they? Where is the pack? Where is the Capris Coven?" My heart pounded as I waited for her reply. Mary shook her head slowly, and when she looked into my eyes, I could see that she carried a heavy sorrow. She paced the room for a few moments before finally sitting down and letting out a long, tired sigh."Many years ago, every member of that pack vanished," Mary said softly as she took my hand. "It was as if something mysterious happenedâthey were lifted away from the earth, leaving no trace behind. Even now, no one really knows what caused
Ryker's POV I spent the entire night poring over the letters, my mind racing with the weight of what I had discovered. The truth hidden in those pages was both astonishing and unsettling, and I couldn't help but wonder if Eleanor was ready to learn it. Even so, I felt a burning need to share my findings with her.When dawn broke, I found myself standing by the window, peering out through the narrow gaps between the slits. The early sun cast a soft golden glow over the palace grounds, slowly waking the world outside. I watched carefully as one of the guards stood watch, his face calm and unassuming. I knew I had to wait for the perfect moment to leave without being noticed.That perfect moment finally came when the guard began chatting with his colleague. Their conversation marked the end of their shift as they prepared to head out to Sebastian's pack for the wedding. My heart pounded with excitement as I saw my chance. I moved quickly, slipping out of the room and making a beeline fo
Eleanor's POV The past few days had been a blur. I was so consumed by my quest for identity and truth that I had almost forgotten about my impending marriage to Sebastian. It was as if he did not exist at all in my thoughts. All I cared about was uncovering the secrets of the Capris Coven, learning what had happened to my mother, and mastering the wild powers inside me.At times, the weight of responsibility felt almost too heavy to bear. I felt like I was carrying the burden of an entire pack on my shoulders. How could I possibly locate the Capris Coven? Mary had mentioned that they were part of this realm, yet even Ryker, who was around my age, had never heard of them. I began to wonder if Loretta had known more about the Coven than any of us.So many questions swirled in my mind. Why had I not been able to use my powers in my previous life? Had they been hidden away or suppressed? What had happened in the past to leave me so weak and powerless, only to find myself now strong and b
Sebastian's POV My first instinct was to head to the forestâthe same forest where I had seen Eleanor hunt those werewolf hunters before. I hoped that perhaps she had returned to that familiar spot, either to hunt again or to search for some hidden truth. With a determined heart, I set off into the forest, my senses on high alert.As I entered the forest, I began to carefully scan my surroundings for any sign of her. I focused all my energy, and soon I felt a strange, powerful change coming over me. My body started to shift. I could feel my muscles stretching and my limbs shortening. In a few moments, I was no longer a manâI had transformed into a wolf. Thick, black fur sprouted from my skin, and my eyes turned a bright, piercing yellow. My new ash-gray coat glistened in the sunlight, and I let out a mighty howl that echoed through the trees. I felt the wild, ancient power surge through my veins.Now, with my senses heightened, I set out to track Eleanor. I sniffed the air, catching t
Sebastian's POV I stood at the edge of the field, watching in wonder as Eleanor touched the dead grasses. With each gentle sweep of her hand, the brittle stalks softened and began to sway as if coming back to life. The moonlight glowed softly around her, a quiet sign of the blessing from the Moon Goddess. I felt a powerful surge of awe and admiration. In that moment, I realized just how much she had changed.In our past life, Eleanor had been ordinary. She never possessed any special powersânot even the ability to turn into a wolf. But now, everything was different. The Moon Goddess had gifted her with abilities I could hardly understand. I had never seen a werewolf who could heal a dying field or command the weather. Her strength, her drive, and her quiet courage captured my heart all over again.I knew I should have felt frightened or even intimidated by such power. I should worry about the danger it might bring if used against us. Yet, my feelings for her remained strong. Deep dow
Sebastianâs POVToday was the day I had been waiting forâthe day I would finally make Eleanor mine. The grand wedding ceremony was set in the heart of our realm, surrounded by ancient forests and rolling hills that stretched endlessly. The sun shone brightly, casting golden rays upon the gathering, as if the heavens themselves were blessing our union. The atmosphere was charged with excitement. Every Alpha Lycan King from our realm and neighboring lands had gathered for this momentous occasion. Their presence was a testament to the importance of this marriageânot just for me, but for our entire kind. This was more than just a wedding; it was the merging of two great packs, a symbol of unity and power. As I stood at the altar, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo embroidered with gold thread, I felt my heart race with anticipation. The tuxedo fit perfectly, accentuating my strong frame, and the golden embroidery shimmered under the sunlight. Atop my head rested a diamond-encrusted cr
Eleanor's POV I woke up that morning feeling far from joyful. I had arrived at Sebastian's pack the night before, and after a long, sleepless night, I was met with a flurry of activity. A team of stylists, maids, and makeup artists crowded around me like a swarm of butterflies, all chattering excitedly. Their voices blended into a single, overwhelming hum that did little to calm my troubled mind.The hairstylist began working on my hair with gentle fingers, braiding and curling it into elaborate patterns. I watched as each twist and turn was carefully planned, transforming my hair into something that belonged in a fairytale. The makeup artist moved with practiced ease, lightly brushing color onto my cheeks and eyes, trying to hide the sadness I felt inside. The dressmakers helped me into my wedding gownâa beautiful white dress woven with gold and silver threads. It was a stunning work of art, a dress meant for a bride, but inside I knew that I was not the bride I was meant to be.I s
Klaus' POVThe boat rocked beneath my boots as I dragged Eleanor away from that blood-soaked cabin, her beta sprawled on the floor like a broken toy. Rykerâs chest barely rose, his breaths shallow and ragged, his worthless blood staining my pristine Selene. That idiot, heâd dared to fight me, dared to defy me, and now he was a mess of torn flesh and fading growls. I smirked, kicking the door shut behind us. Good riddance.Eleanor didnât resist as I pulled her across the deck, her steps steady despite the chains rattling around her wrists. She couldnât fight back, not with the poison Iâd been slipping into her meals for days, sapping her strength, dulling that wild power Iâd seen her wield. She was mine now, a tool to bend or break. Either sheâd lead me to the Capris Coven, or Iâd haul her back to the Crescent Moon pack and force her to my will. No more games.I shoved her hard, and she hit the deck on her knees, her auburn hair spilling over her face like a curtain.âGet up,â I snarle
Rykerâs POVI was trained to protect Eleanor, not to blindly obey her every word. That distinction had guided me through years as her beta, my duty was her safety, her life, above all else. So when the door burst open with a splintering crack and Klaus loomed in the threshold, flanked by two hulking guards, my instincts took over. My switchblade was already in my hand, its weight familiar and steady, and I thrust it forward, the steel glinting in the dim lantern light.âDonât you dare come in,â I warned, my voice a low growl, edged with the promise of violence.Klausâ dark eyes flicked to the blade, and a harsh, mocking laugh rumbled from his chest. âYou plan to stop meâĶ with that?â His tone dripped with contempt, his lips curling into a sneer as he took a step closer, his broad frame filling the doorway like a storm cloud rolling in.I didnât care what he thought. Iâd fight tooth and nail, hell, Iâd tear this ship apart plank by plank, to keep Eleanor safe. She stood behind me, her v
Klaus' POVMore than anything, I despise being made a fool. The sting of it burned hotter than any wound, a festering humiliation that drove me from Aliciaâs cramped cabin with a snarl still twisting my lips. My boots pounded the deck as I stormed toward the helm, the sea air sharp and briny in my lungs. I needed answers, and I needed them now. Ryker and Eleanor had strung me along for six miserable days, and I was done playing their game.I found the sailor hunched over the shipâs charts, his gnarled fingers tracing lines I couldnât decipher. âWhere are we?â I barked, looming over him. âTell me exactly where this damned boat is!âTorin flinched, his eyes darting up to meet mine before dropping back to the parchment. He muttered something under his breath, then pointed to a looping pattern on the map. âWeâveâĶ weâve been circling, sir. Same stretch of sea for days.âThe words hit me like a fist to the gut. Circling. My worst fear confirmed, laid bare in ink and cowardice. Rage surged t
Klaus' POVThe sixth day at sea stretched before me like an endless galaxy, the horizon a mocking line of unbroken blue. Not a whisper of the Capris Coven, not a shadow of land, just the ceaseless slap of waves against the boat and the briny tang of salt stinging my nose that I was already getting tired of. I stood at the deck, gripping the weathered railing, my patience wearing thin with every passing hour. And Ryker,damn him, his presence grated on me more with each day. I have been catching strange feelings from him for a while now, a quiet unease that coiled in my gut like a serpent.We had no reason to like each other, that much was clear from the start. But this? This was different. He moved through the ship like a ghost, detached, his eyes darting away whenever I tried to pin him down. He acted as though he hadnât just crawled out of the Capris Covenâs habitation a few days ago, as though he wasnât the one whoâd sworn he knew the way. And Eleanor, since that strange night when
Sebastain's POVI watched Leilaâs face shift as the weight of my revelation settled over her like a storm cloud rolling across a clear sky. Her hazel eyes widened, then narrowed, her lips parting slightly as if the words she wanted to say were caught in her throat. The dim light of the lantern flickered across her features, casting shadows that danced with her confusion.âSheâs pregnant?â Leilaâs voice cracked, disbelief threading through every syllable. âHow could you not know?âThe question stung, sharp and accusing, though I knew she didnât mean it to wound me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as ash, and forced the truth out. âI only just found out sheâd been using wolfsbane tincture.âLeilaâs brow furrowed, her frown deepening as she tilted her head, studying me like Iâd spoken in a foreign tongue. âWolfsbane tincture? That bitter mixtureâdoesnât it weaken a wolfâs abilities over time?ââWhat do you mean?â My voice trembled, betraying the dread coiling tighter in my chest.She lea
Leila's POVThe moment Nathanâs urgent message reached me, scrawled in his hasty hand on a scrap of paper, I leapt into action. I lashed the reins of my carriage, urging the horses into a frantic gallop toward Bloodmoon Pack. The wind tore at my hair, the wheels rattling over the uneven road, but my mind was a storm of its own. Eleanor, pregnant with my brotherâs child, had vanished on some reckless voyage to uncover her roots, without a word to Sebastian. And he, predictably, had gone berserk. The note was cryptic, lacking on details for securityâs sake, but it carried a weight that sank into my bones. I didnât understand it all yet, not fully, but I knew one thing I had to get to him before he went completely wild.The journey stretched across a full day, the sun climbing and sinking as the landscape blurred past, rolling hills giving way to dense forest, then the rugged outskirts of Bloodmoon territory. The horses frothed at the mouth, their breaths heaving in clouds of steam, and
Eleanor's POVThe nightmares didnât relent. Night after night, they clawed at me, vivid and merciless, peeling back layers of truth I hadnât been ready to face. The pain was a constant now, a dull ache that throbbed in my chest and temples, but Iâd grown accustomed to it, numbed by the burning need to uncover the full details of the betrayal surrounding me. Each vision was a rough piece of a puzzle, and by the third night, the picture was complete, its edges sharp enough to draw blood. I woke that morning with the taste of anger on my lips, the echo of thunder still rumbling in my skull, and a clarity that felt both liberating and suffocating.After a sparse breakfast, bread and a sip of refreshing water that did little to settle my churning stomach, I summoned Ryker to my cramped quarters. The boat rocked gently beneath us, the sea deceptively calm beyond the porthole, its glassy surface mocking the storm brewing within me. I sat on the edge of my bunk, my hands clasped tightly in m
Sebastain's POVCapris Coven.The name alone sent a shiver racing down my spine, a cold dread that coiled tight around my chest. Eleanor was headed there, chasing some foolâs errand with our pup growing inside her, our pup, a secret she kept from me, a wound that festered deeper than I cared to admit. The last and only time I journeyed to that forsaken place, I had been a boy, barely old enough to understand the world beyond my pack. It was a nightmare etched into my bones, a blur of terror and misery that still haunted me decades later.I had been small then, clinging to my father's side as we sailed across a sea that seemed endless, its expanse swallowing the horizon. I didnât know the route, only that it took days, each one worse than the last. The waves had tossed our rickety boat like a toy, the air thick with brine and the sour tang of my own vomit as seasickness wrecked my young body. I retched over the side until there was nothing left, my stomach a hollow pit.. I hadnât under
Eleanor's POVThe secret of our pup, a fragile life growing within me, I had it kept locked away, hidden with lies about this journey. I had told him I needed to master my powers to understand it, when really I was on a journey to a land I didn't know, a people who were thought to be wiped from this realm. My deception didnât absolve his, but it muddied the waters, blurring the lines between victim and villain. We had both wielded knives, and we had both drawn blood. None of us was innocent of hurting the otherBut Klaus and Alicia, those two were a different breed of poison. Their betrayal wasnât born of love tbat turned sour for a moment or promises broken, it was calculated, cold, a blade aimed at my heart with no remorse. I didnât need more visions to fuel my resolve. The ones I had seen were enough, their revelations shattering everything Ibelieved. My mind lingered on the Great War, a memory not from this life but etched into my soul by the visions. It hadnât been the necessary