The blood moon deepened, casting an eerie glow across the window of Winter. It bathed her room in crimson light. Hadzen stood by the window, his sharp gaze fixed to the sky, his golden eyes reflecting the ominous red hue that the moon was assuming. Something was wrong. This air felt heavy, charged with unease, and his instincts screamed of danger. It felt unnatural to see how the light spread across the land, like a warning he alone could hear. He had felt this sort of dread beforeâa feeling of knowing tragedy was about to hit. His jaw clenched up as his fists closed up by his sides. He told himself, This isn't right. This is a sign. He could not resist it; the pull was too great, and he needed to return to the only place that held all the answers-the heart of Hampton. Now, he realized that the chaos he dreaded was no longer an eventuality but rather something that was already in process. Hadzen turned his face from the window; he relaxed his eyes because of what he saw-lies on t
She closed her eyes tight, felt the stab running through her chest by his claws and the warm spreading blood from her across to his ground below. In reality, Winter's line was blurring, though gritted she would let Leo go nowhere. Hadzen's heart stopped. He saw the whole scene. His mind screamed at him to get up and stop Leo. He could not do that, however. He was stuck in his place by the view of Winter's blood seeping from his body to the floor. In him, anger began to well but panic superseded it. "No!" Winter's faint voice barely reached his ears as he snapped out of his paralysis. She coughed, the breath shallow. "Hadzen⌠get out of here⌠runâŚ" Hadzen's legs began moving at a force that he couldn't control. He moved forward with a mind screaming desperately, "Winter!" Leo looked up, his cold stare meeting Hadzen's. For a moment, they locked gazes, a silent challenge between them. But Leo didn't back down. His hand remained deep in Winter's chest, drawing out the power of the
Winterâs P.O.V. Did I just win? The thought echoed in my mind as I walked toward my locker, still buzzing from the announcement. I had been crowned Miss Eastwood 2024âme, Winter, the new girl who had only transferred here a few months ago. The reality of it hadnât fully sunk in yet. I did it. I beat Marah, I thought, a smile tugging at my lips. The look on her face when they placed that crown on my head was priceless. Every snide comment and cold shoulder she had thrown my way was wiped clean in that one moment. But it wasnât until I reached my locker that I felt the need to pinch myself. Eastwood University was a new worldânew people, new struggles, and of course, Marah, the queen bee. From the moment I stepped onto this campus, she saw me as a threat. And now, I had proven her right. I wasnât just another girl to be pushed aside. It was Winter, and I was here to stay. Ever since I was little, my mom always e
Winter P.O.V It was heavy and thick, alive with eerie silence, as if night swallowed up my desperate cries. The throat was burning from screaming, yet I couldn't stop. The ropes cut into my wrists, bringing unbearable pain with each heartbeat. I fought, what felt like hours, but could do no more. Rough tree bark scraped my back, each slight movement sending waves of fresh agony through my body. "Help! Does anybody hear me? Please!" My voice was hoarse, catching in my throat with fear and exhaustion. The woods around me were oppressively still, as if the trees were mocking my helplessness. The silence smothered me, weighing upon my chest like some physical weight, and I felt the creeping dread that nobody was coming. I tried again, turning my wrists to get free, but the ropes only dug deeper. My fingers were numb and a deep ache had found a home in my shoulders. And then the cold, pitiless thought began to seep into my mind that I might just truly be alone out h
Early morning rays struggled through the trees as Alpha Alph, along with his friends, emerged from a thick forest, carrying Winter's unconscious form toward their pack's territory. The pack members in the clearing fell silent at the sight of their Alpha approaching them with the injured woman. Whispers of concern and curiosity rippled through the crowd while their eyes followed the procession in a mixture of awe and apprehension. Alph's face was set in a determined mold as he carefully carried Winter towards the pack's main dwelling-a huge, rustic structure built with the traditional craftsmanship of their kind. The air was heavy with fresh pine and earth, comforting compared to the dark woods they had left. The pack's healer, an elderly woman with sharp eyes and a kind face, was already waiting. "Trevor, fetch the healer," Alph instructed an undercurrent of urgency threaded in his tone. Trevor responded quickly, all but running as he ye
Hadzen P.O.V The cool evening breeze caressed my face as I walked onto the balcony. My mother, Maxine, was standing there, her arms crossed, her body tense with impatience. Her eyes were on me, a constant reminder of the pressure that she placed upon my shoulders. It had become an obsession for her this search for my sister and I knew all too well the weight of her expectations. I walked with a premeditated elegance, every step a carefully balanced expression of restraint. I was my father's son eyes cut from glass, face chiseled from rock. Where my father's gaze was warm, mine was cold: a shield against the world, and more important, against my mother's relentless demands. "Where did you go?" Her voice cut through the air, sharp, pointedly accusatory. It was a familiar tone, one which had almost become a backdrop to my life. "Training," I said with an even voice, a hint of not caring slithering in, trying to sound emotionless. I knew
Hannah P.O.V Tonight was supposed to be the beginning: of my new life. I wore a simple white dress and stood clutching the smallest bouquet, with the weight of the moment settling over me. "Victor," I breathed low, my voice mere nothing as I gazed at the minuscule gathering before me. His family was all there, his mom, dad, and uncle. My heart leaped with the excitement of finally marrying the man I love. We had chosen a quiet, way out from the packs ruling within Hampton's door. It was supposed to be safe here, safe from that world's dangers, living among humans where we could just. Exist. As I looked up, a smile crept onto my lips as I saw Victor stand up at the altar, waiting for me. He seemed so perfect, full of surety regarding everything. For the first time in a long while, I could see peace hold any chances. Our ceremony was simple yet stunningly beautiful: no politics, no warsâjust us, and love. But the thump of heavy paws in the distance made my spine ting
Hannah's P.O.VThe pounding music filled the lavish hall, making me warm like a blanket, but inside, I was far from comfortable. It was some sort of celebration, a reunion, but the bright lights and laughter only forced the swirling confusion that marred my mind further. After all those lost years, I had at last been found, but happiness that everyone expected made me feel that it was hiding in a distant corner of my dreams. I could not even remember their names. Neither could I recall my name.I stood there, with what looked like a gown draped over my body. I could feel the pride coming from Maxine, who stood beside me."Everyone, this is Hannah!" Maxine declared brightly and in control. My heart was running because of the attention; it was anxiety and excitement all over my senses. She said she is my mother. Can't lie, she is kind and a goddess.And then, out of the blue, there was Hadzen. He stepped into the room with an air of ice in every step; his gaze cut across to me and stopp
She closed her eyes tight, felt the stab running through her chest by his claws and the warm spreading blood from her across to his ground below. In reality, Winter's line was blurring, though gritted she would let Leo go nowhere. Hadzen's heart stopped. He saw the whole scene. His mind screamed at him to get up and stop Leo. He could not do that, however. He was stuck in his place by the view of Winter's blood seeping from his body to the floor. In him, anger began to well but panic superseded it. "No!" Winter's faint voice barely reached his ears as he snapped out of his paralysis. She coughed, the breath shallow. "Hadzen⌠get out of here⌠runâŚ" Hadzen's legs began moving at a force that he couldn't control. He moved forward with a mind screaming desperately, "Winter!" Leo looked up, his cold stare meeting Hadzen's. For a moment, they locked gazes, a silent challenge between them. But Leo didn't back down. His hand remained deep in Winter's chest, drawing out the power of the
The blood moon deepened, casting an eerie glow across the window of Winter. It bathed her room in crimson light. Hadzen stood by the window, his sharp gaze fixed to the sky, his golden eyes reflecting the ominous red hue that the moon was assuming. Something was wrong. This air felt heavy, charged with unease, and his instincts screamed of danger. It felt unnatural to see how the light spread across the land, like a warning he alone could hear. He had felt this sort of dread beforeâa feeling of knowing tragedy was about to hit. His jaw clenched up as his fists closed up by his sides. He told himself, This isn't right. This is a sign. He could not resist it; the pull was too great, and he needed to return to the only place that held all the answers-the heart of Hampton. Now, he realized that the chaos he dreaded was no longer an eventuality but rather something that was already in process. Hadzen turned his face from the window; he relaxed his eyes because of what he saw-lies on t
As they stood in front of the modest suburban home, which had a calm appeal due to the fading blue paint on the shutters, Winterâs pulse raced. After exchanging anxious looks, one of her two pals, Crisa and Maris, reached out and pressed the doorbell. Winterâs chest constricted as the bell reverberated throughout the home. She had no idea what to anticipate. She could hardly recall her time here, much less the individuals she may encounter. The woman in her late thirties emerged as the door swung open. Her tired eyes grew wide as they met Winterâs, and her dark hair was pulled back in a loose bun. Her palm gripped the doorframe as though to steady herself, and her lips parted in a wordless gasp. âWinter.â With tears in her eyes, the womanâs voice broke. Unsure of what to say or do, Winter stood motionless. It was hard to ignore the intensity emanating from the woman, even though her face was unfamiliar. âMom?â Winter hesitated, the word unfamiliar to her. The woman sprang for
The air in Hampton was heavy, the weight of decisions and revelations pressing down on Winter as she stood by the edge of the forest. The towering trees, their roots steeped in ancient magic, seemed to whisper warnings. Leaving the wolfâs sanctuary meant venturing into a world she had only glimpsed through distant memoriesâa world that neither embraced nor understood the Eclipse essence she now unknowingly carried. Hadzen stood beside her, his presence grounding her. His sharp gaze scanned the horizon, his usual stoic demeanor softened as he glanced her way. âAre you sure about this?â he asked, his voice low, laced with both worry and resolve. Winter tightened her grip on the straps of the bag slung over her shoulder. âI have to be. I need answers, Hadzen. About who I am⌠about what happened that night.â He nodded, his jaw tightening. âThen Iâm coming with you. Whatever we face out there, we face it together.â Winterâs heart fluttered at his words, but she kept her emotions in
The only sound in the room was the gentle rustle of the curtains as a refreshing breeze entered through the open window. The mellow brightness of the candles strewn across the room blended with the moonlight, which created delicate silver streaks over the wooden floor. Curled up against Hadzenâs chest, Winterâs fingers traced languid lines across his exposed flesh. Her movements had a sensitivity that made his heart constrict, even though her touch was light and almost timid. At first, neither of them said anything. The silence was thick and heavy with feelings they werenât yet ready to express, yet it wasnât uncomfortable. You wanted to enjoy the moment since you knew it might not happen again, and it was the kind of silence. With his fingers stroking in calming circles, Hadzenâs hand lay gently on Winterâs back. For a minute he closed his eyes and breathed her in, the warmth of her body against his, the subtle lavender perfume in her hair. For as long as possible, he wanted to clin
The Hampton estate was oppressively quiet. Winter was standing by her roomâs window, staring off into the huge forest beyond. She was struggling to breathe as the weight of the disclosures from the last few days slammed against her chest. She wasnât Hannah. She wasnât the ideal, compassionate, and predestined girl that everyone believed her to be. The delicate strands of her identity had been ripped by that fact, and she felt as though she was coming apart. The door behind her squeaked open. Winter did not arrive. She was not required to. The only person who could break through the jumble of her thoughts was someone she knew. Her voice was firm but scratchy as she replied, âI thought I locked the door.â Hadzen entered, his presence reverberating throughout the space. His golden eyes stared at her silhouetted figure against the faint moonlight for a moment before he spoke. At last, he murmured in a low, gravelly voice, âYou did.â âIâm not interested.â The sight of him made Winterâ
As they strolled in quiet, the group was bathed in dappled light from the morning sun that filtered through the thick forest canopy. Winter followed Hadzen, her mind still jumbled from the night theyâd spent together. She couldnât deny the throbbing warmth in her heart, which was a maelstrom of perplexity and shame. It was difficult to control the feelings that threatened to overtake her because of the constant cadence of Hadzenâs steps in front of her, which was both consoling and agonizing. âWinter.â Her reverie was interrupted by Hadzenâs forceful yet gentle voice. His keen eyes scanned her face as he paused to walk next to her. âYou havenât said anything.â She shrugged, avoiding his eyes. âI have a lot on my mind.â A slight smile twisted Hadzenâs lips. âYouâve never been adept at controlling your feelings.â His sly gaze caused Winterâs cheeks to heat up. âAnd your ability to read them is obnoxious.â He answered in a firm yet light tone, âIâd call it a skill.â As the
The silence of the Hampton estate was suffocating. Winter stood by the window of her room, her gaze lost in the vast expanse of the forest beyond. The weight of the revelations from the past few days pressed on her chest, leaving her gasping for air. She wasnât Hannah. She wasnât the girl everyone thought she wasâperfect, kind, destined. That truth had severed the thin threads of her identity, and she felt like she was unraveling. Behind her, the door creaked open softly. Winter didnât turn. She didnât have to. She knew who it wasâthe only person who could cut through the chaos of her thoughts. âI thought I locked the door,â she said, her voice hoarse but steady. Hadzen stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm. He didnât reply at first, his golden eyes locked on her figure silhouetted against the pale moonlight. âYou did,â he finally said, his voice low, gravelly. âI donât care.â Winter turned to face him, her chest tightening at the sight of him. His hair w
As Winter, Hadzen, Sonia, and Ericka stood close to Hamptonâs gates, prepared to go, the early morning air hung thick. With a worried expression on her face, Maxine had observed them from the stairs. She had vehemently opposed Winterâs departure, but it had been hard to deny her resolve. As she pulled Winter into an embrace, Maxineâs voice was tight as she whispered, âPromise me youâll come back.â Winter held her close and said, âI will, Mom.â The group now stepped into the tree shadows, the forest stretching on forever in front of them. Even though they had no idea where they were going, Hadzen guided them with unwavering assurance and his keen intuition. Winter strolled next to him, the dim light filtering through the thick canopy, almost illuminating her pale complexion. As they moved further, Sonia said, her keen eyes darting about, âThis place feels⌠different.â From the back, Ericka murmured quietly and grimly, âItâs because weâre getting close to the Veil. This i