Before I can react, the hunter lunges towards us, and I hear a sudden shout. Luke steps in front of me, his wolf instincts kicking in as he moves to protect me. The hunter is fast, but Luke is faster. They collide in a flurry of movement, and I watch in horror as they grapple with each other.I’m about to move to help when another figure appears behind me, causing my blood to run cold. I spin around to face them, gripping the stick tightly. The figure steps into the light, and my heart sinks as I recognize them.It’s Raina.Her face is haggard, and there’s a wild look in her eyes. She looks as though she’s been through hell and back. My heart aches for her, but I also feel a surge of anger and betrayal.“Raina?” I call out, my voice filled with a mix of shock and confusion.She looks at me, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. “Cheryl, please. I need your help.”I can’t understand how she could ask for help after everything that’s happened. “Why should I trust you?” I ask, trying to
The time has come. After days of meticulous planning and strategizing, the pack is finally prepared to confront the hunters. The information we’ve gathered—the map, the intercepted communications, and the insights from Raina’s locket—has given us a crucial advantage. This is our chance to turn the tide and secure a decisive victory.The early morning light casts a soft glow over the camp as the pack members gather for one final briefing. The air is filled with a mixture of tension and determination. We’ve spent countless hours studying every detail, analyzing every clue, and preparing for this moment. Now, it’s time to put our plan into action.Luke stands at the center of the assembly, his presence commanding attention. His eyes are sharp, his expression resolute. Beside him, I can feel the weight of the mission pressing down on him, and the same pressure weighs on me. We’ve been through so much, and today’s battle will test every ounce of our strength and resolve.“We’ve done everyt
The morning air is cool, a soft breeze stirring the leaves on the trees surrounding the pack house. It’s one of those mornings that should feel peaceful, but the tension in the air is thick, palpable. The past few weeks have brought victory, but they’ve also brought something else—a growing sense of unease.I stand at the edge of the training grounds, watching the pack members go through their morning drills. They’re sharper now, more focused. Battle has forged them into stronger fighters, more cohesive as a unit. But there’s something underneath that sharpness, something festering.Not everyone’s here.I notice the gaps in the lineups. Some faces are missing, faces that should’ve been here for weeks. At first, it was subtle. People had excuses: injuries, personal matters, exhaustion. But now, it’s become something I can’t ignore.My dad approaches from behind, his usual steady presence heavier today. His steps are slower, weighed down with news I know I won’t like. I turn to face him
I linger in the room, staring at the empty seats and the faint scent of tension hanging in the air. The weight of everything presses down on me, heavier than it’s ever been. The hunters are a looming threat, yes, but the fear of what’s happening within the pack gnaws at me more deeply.I step out into the hallway and catch a glimpse of Cheryl leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. Her face is etched with concern, her eyes searching mine for some sort of reassurance I’m not sure I can give.“How’d it go?” she asks, her voice low.I shrug, running a hand through my hair. “As well as it could, I guess. They’re all worried. Angry. Confused. Same as me.”She pushes off the wall and walks toward me, her presence calming the storm inside me, even if just for a moment. “It’s not your fault, Luke,” she says softly. “People get scared, they make decisions that don’t always make sense.”I know she’s right, but it doesn’t make the situation any easier to swallow. “It’s hard not to take it pe
I can feel the tension thick in the air as we make our way back to the pack house after that encounter in the woods. Every footstep feels heavier than the last. Cheryl’s by my side, but there’s something different about her now. I can sense it. She’s not just the same Cheryl I’ve known all this time. There’s something... more.We’ve been through so much, but this? This betrayal, these hunters, and now the power she’s been manifesting—it's overwhelming.As we reach the clearing near the pack house, I can’t stop glancing at her. The way she moves, the way her eyes seem to catch every detail—it's like she’s hyper-aware, every sense heightened. It’s mesmerizing and terrifying all at once. And then, there’s this other thing: the pull. This undeniable pull between us, stronger than ever before. It’s almost suffocating how much I want her, how much I need her right now."You're staring," Cheryl says without looking at me, her voice teasing but laced with a nervous edge.I smirk. “Can’t help
I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like there’s a storm inside me, raging and wild, barely contained beneath my skin. Ever since I shifted, everything’s changed. My senses are sharper, my strength is undeniable, but this power — it’s something I don’t understand. I’m walking through the forest, each step heavy with thoughts, my mind spinning with the realization that someone in the pack betrayed us. Draco. I can hardly believe it. Luke hasn’t said much since his dad told us the truth. He’s tense, quiet, and I can feel the pain radiating off of him. His brother—his blood—turned on us. It makes me sick just thinking about it.I stop by a small clearing and look around. I can hear the faint rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, the hum of the wind brushing through the trees. Everything feels so alive, like the whole forest is breathing. I close my eyes and focus, trying to block out the noise and find some peace within myself, but all I can feel is this overwhelm
I wake up, gasping for air, my body drenched in cold sweat. My heart is racing, my chest aching like someone drove a dagger straight through me. Everything feels... wrong. The world around me is blurred, distorted, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But this isn’t a dream—it’s real. The shadow, the voice, the cold... it was all real.I blink, trying to focus. I’m lying on the ground, and the sky above me is a deep, bruised purple, the sun barely touching the horizon. The forest is quiet, eerily still, like the calm before a storm.“Cheryl!”Luke’s voice cuts through the fog in my head, and I turn to see him hovering over me, his face etched with worry and panic. His eyes are wild, his hair disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it over and over. He looks terrified, and that alone makes my stomach churn.“What... what happened?” My voice is weak, barely a whisper, but the fear in it is unmistakable.“You collapsed,” Luke says, his voice shaky. “You screamed, and then..
I wake up, gasping for air, my body drenched in cold sweat. My heart is racing, my chest aching like someone drove a dagger straight through me. Everything feels... wrong. The world around me is blurred, distorted, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But this isn’t a dream—it’s real. The shadow, the voice, the cold... it was all real.I blink, trying to focus. I’m lying on the ground, and the sky above me is a deep, bruised purple, the sun barely touching the horizon. The forest is quiet, eerily still, like the calm before a storm.“Cheryl!”Luke’s voice cuts through the fog in my head, and I turn to see him hovering over me, his face etched with worry and panic. His eyes are wild, his hair disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it over and over. He looks terrified, and that alone makes my stomach churn.“What... what happened?” My voice is weak, barely a whisper, but the fear in it is unmistakable.“You collapsed,” Luke says, his voice shaky. “You screamed, and then..
As we all moved to the reception area, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and chatter. Raina and Callum were recounting their own milestones, and Cillian was engaged in a deep conversation with some of the pack members. The sense of unity and celebration was palpable, and it felt like the culmination of so many struggles and victories.I took Cheryl’s hand, pulling her gently aside from the crowd. “Can we talk for a moment?”She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Sure, what’s up?”We walked to a quieter corner of the airstrip, where the sound of the crowd was a distant murmur. I glanced around to ensure we had some privacy before turning back to her. “I just wanted to say how incredibly proud I am of you. This day, this achievement—everything you’ve worked for—it’s amazing.”Cheryl’s cheeks flushed with a pink hue. “It means a lot to hear you say that. I’ve worked so hard, and sometimes I wasn’t sure if it would all be worth it.”“It’s more than worth it,” I sai
We settled onto the couch, my head resting on Luke’s shoulder as he flipped through the channels. He landed on a cheesy action movie that promised endless explosions and improbable heroics. The sheer absurdity of it all was exactly what I needed to distract me from the tangled mess of emotions that had been swirling inside me.Luke grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, the sound of gunfire and dramatic music filling the room. “Prepare yourself,” he said with a grin. “This is about to get incredibly ridiculous.”I laughed, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease. “I’m ready. After today, I think I can handle just about anything, including whatever this movie throws at us.”He pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around me in a protective cocoon. “I’m not sure if I should warn you that there’s going to be some serious plot twists or just let you be surprised.”“Surprise me,” I said, snuggling in against him. “I could use a good laugh.”As the movie progressed, it quickly
The evening felt like the perfect reunion. My parents sat comfortably on the couch, their familiar presence filling the room with warmth and ease. The scent of Luke’s takeout still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of freshly brewed tea. My mother, Muna, looked more relaxed than she had in months, her dark hair tucked behind her ear as she chatted animatedly with Luke about the city. My father, Ray, though still recovering from the injury inflicted by the wolf hunters, was a quieter but solid presence, his health having visibly improved since the last time I saw him. The sight of him sitting there, looking healthy and at peace, made my heart feel full."You know, Cheryl," my dad began, breaking from his usual quiet demeanor, "there was a time I wasn't sure I'd get to see this—us sitting together like this. I owe a lot of that to you."His words hit me like a soft blow to the chest. I smiled, though there was a lump in my throat. "Dad, you don’t owe me anything. I was just doi
As I dig into the takeout, I catch Luke watching me with that soft, adoring expression that always makes my heart do a little flip. The food is good, and the company is better. After a long day of classes, this is exactly what I need—a quiet evening with Luke, no stress, no pressure, just… us.We settle into a comfortable silence as we eat, the clatter of chopsticks and the hum of the city outside filling the space. Luke’s arm rests on the back of the couch behind me, his warmth seeping into my skin. I lean back slightly, savoring the moment.“How was your day?” I ask, turning to look at him.He shrugs, his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Busy, but not too bad. Had a few meetings this morning, checked in with Callum and Raina this afternoon. Things at the pack are going well.”“Good,” I say, genuinely relieved to hear that. The pack’s been through so much, and knowing that Callum and Raina are slowly finding their footing again makes me happy. They deserve it.Luke looks at me for a
The sunlight spills through the windows, warming the small kitchen of my apartment as I stand at the counter, staring at the half-empty bag of flour. Baking was never really my thing, but after everything that’s happened, I’ve been wanting to try new things—things that make me feel normal, grounded, and more connected to life. But trying to bake cookies without knowing what I’m doing feels like an absolute disaster in progress."Cheryl?" Luke’s deep voice carries from the living room.I hear his footsteps approaching, and I turn just in time to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with that smirk that makes my stomach flip every time. His black T-shirt clings to his chest in all the right ways, and even though I’ve spent more time with him than I can count, my heart still skips a beat."What’s going on here?" He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the mess I’ve made of the kitchen—flour on the counter, the floor, and somehow even on me. He grins wider when he sees a streak
The sun’s just beginning to rise over the horizon as I pull into the small parking lot outside Cheryl’s apartment. It’s a modest place on the outskirts of the city, not too far from her aviation college but far enough to give her some space from the chaos of the pack. I kill the engine and take a moment to sit back in the driver’s seat, letting the quiet hum of the city wake up around me.It’s been a strange few months since the war ended. We’ve all been healing, some of us faster than others. Cheryl’s been pouring herself into her studies, and I can’t say I blame her. I think we all needed something to focus on after everything that went down. As for me, I’ve been doing my best to juggle a new kind of life—a life that’s split between being the Alpha of our pack and being by Cheryl’s side.Shifting between the city and the pack’s territory hasn’t been easy. I never realized how complicated it could get, managing the responsibilities of leading the pack while also figuring out how to r
The evening air is cool as it wraps around us, the early signs of autumn bringing a chill that makes me snuggle deeper into Luke’s embrace. His arms are warm and strong, holding me close as we stand on the porch of the pack house. The house itself is almost fully rebuilt now, the scaffolding mostly gone, the fresh wood standing proudly where the old had been torn away. It feels like a symbol of our own lives—patched together, but stronger than ever.I’m still riding the high of my first day at the Aviation College. The reality of it is finally sinking in. I’m really doing this. I’m going to become a pilot, something I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember. It feels surreal, like a part of me still doesn’t believe it’s possible. But Luke does. He’s believed in me all along.“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice soft as he rests his chin on top of my head.“Better than I could’ve imagined,” I murmur, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the warmth of him. “I was so ner
The air is crisp as the early autumn wind sweeps through the trees, carrying with it the scent of wood smoke and damp earth. The pack house is finally taking shape again, the framework standing strong after weeks of intense work. There’s still a lot to do—windows to install, walls to paint, but it feels like progress, real progress. More than that, it feels like a reflection of where we all are. We’re all standing on firmer ground now, even if it still feels shaky sometimes.Luke’s been my rock through all of this, and it’s not lost on me how deeply we’ve both changed. Somewhere between the battles and rebuilding, we found each other in a way I never expected. Loving him has been the one steady thing when everything else was chaos. But as strong as my feelings for Luke are, there’s something else that’s been weighing on me, something I’ve been too scared to think about.I haven’t seen my parents since this whole nightmare started.When the conflict with the wolf hunters kicked into hi
Callum and Raina’s relationship is healing, too, though it’s a slower process. They’ve been spending more time together, talking quietly when they think no one is watching. Callum’s still wary—still hurting—but I can see the way he looks at her, the way his walls are slowly coming down.Raina knows that Callum needs time. She knows she can’t undo what’s been done, can’t erase the mistakes she made when she got involved with the hunters. But the way she moves around him now, careful but committed, shows how much she’s trying to make up for it. She never pushes too hard, never demands more than he can give, but she’s always there—steady, like a rock in the middle of a river. I respect that about her, even after everything that happened.Callum, though still guarded, is beginning to soften. It’s in the small things—the way he’ll linger when she talks to him, or how his eyes follow her when she’s near. I’ve known him for most of my life, and I can see the cracks forming in the wall he’s b