LORCAN’S POVBuried in my work, I was interrupted by the arrival of an anonymous envelope. My curiosity mingled with caution as I carefully opened it, unsure of what lay within. I hoped for some semblance of good news or perhaps information that might shed light on the rogues' next move. Dealing with them was akin to trying to predict the unpredictable; their actions were shrouded in mystery, particularly concerning the recent kidnappings.My thoughts drifted to the rogues and their sudden, suspicious activities. They had a new leader who commanded their loyalty and ordered the kidnapping of children, motives unknown. This shift was perplexing, as rogues were typically independent and unruly, and the kidnapping spree was unsettling. I pondered whether this leader was searching for a lost child or if there was a more sinister agenda at play. From the limited information I had, it appeared that he was an older individual, bereaved of his mate, and possessed a son. His ability to manipul
LORCAN’S POVThe photographs served as a twisted breadcrumb trail, leading me to the unsettling truth: Fedora was seeking refuge at one of the lone wolf shelters established by the council. My expert's analysis pinpointed the location, and I studied the map with a determined gaze. It was time to bridge the gap that had formed between us, to dispel the darkness that had swallowed our connection.With a heavy heart, I entrusted my pack to my capable beta and set out alone, my determination echoing in each step I took. Fedora was my responsibility as the Alpha, but she was also the mate that my heart ached for. I couldn't let the rift between us widen any further, nor could I let my pack suffer because of our personal struggles.The journey was marked by a sense of urgency, each moment weighted with the knowledge that time was slipping away. The road ahead was fraught with obstacles, the uncertainty of what had transpired between us gnawing at my resolve. The shelter's coordinates were e
LORCAN’S POV“I-I am so sorry, I didn’t know….I swear I didn’t know-I” I stuttered still in shock. The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, my mind racing to process the truth that had been concealed from me. My own mate, carrying our child, and I had been completely oblivious to it. How could this have happened? Why would she hide such an important piece of news from me? She knew, she must have known, that I had longed for this, needed this, and yet she chose to keep it a secret. Hurt and confusion swirled within me, a maelstrom of emotions I struggled to contain.Adrian's gaze bore into me, a mixture of disappointment and understanding in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter now, all I care about is my sister and her wishes. She never does anything without a proper reason, and if she hid this from you, then there must have been a good reason for it.” His words cut through my thoughts like a blade. The implication of Fedora's deliberate silence about our child weighed heavily on me. It sp
FEDORA’S POVI awoke to a throbbing ache at the back of my skull, and my limbs felt tightly constricted. Blinking against the haze, I struggled to open my eyes, only to find the effort met with resistance. The dull throb in my head intensified as I winced, attempting to make sense of my surroundings.A pungent, foul stench hung heavily in the air, assaulting my senses. The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning—I was bound to something rigid, imprisoned within this grim atmosphere. I fought through the haze and managed to pry my eyes open, taking in the scene around me. I was huddled in a corner, accompanied by fellow shelter members. Yet, one person was conspicuously absent—Zero.A surge of panic tightened my chest as my gaze darted around, searching for any sign of him. My heart raced with a mixture of fear and urgency, dread settling in my stomach. I strained against my restraints, trying to recall how we had ended up here. Slowly, the memories resurfaced—our daring escape
LORCAN’S POVMy temper was on the brink of erupting, a volatile mixture of emotions swirling within me. The scent of Fedora's blood, amplified by the bond we shared and the knowledge of her carrying my child, was a maddening cocktail that sent my wolf into a frenzy. The primal instincts of protection and urgency were warring within me, threatening to overwhelm my control."Control yourself, Lorcan," Adrian's words cut through the tumultuous storm of my thoughts. Even in his own turmoil, he managed to hold a semblance of restraint that I found both admirable and infuriating. While Fedora was his sister, and his concern was palpable, I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of such overwhelming emotions.The trail of Fedora's blood scent was a lifeline leading us through the dark labyrinth of uncertainty. It felt deliberate, a beacon she had left for us to follow—a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dire situation. I had already mobilized my pack, sending out a call to my warriors
THIRD PERSON’S POVFedora's predicament grew increasingly dire as the rogues continued to hold her captive, and her fellow shelter members found themselves in an equally perilous situation. Tensions ran high as the rescuers, led by Lorcan and Adrian, prepared to make their move.Lorcan's heart raced with worry for his mate and unborn child, but he knew he needed to remain composed for their sake. The scent of Fedora's blood filled the air, a constant reminder of the urgency of their mission. Adrian, though struggling with his own emotions, reminded Lorcan to control himself, knowing that their erratic behavior could jeopardize the rescue operation.As they followed the scent trail, the duo encountered the unexpected: a well-organized rogue pack. It was a stark departure from the typical chaotic nature of rogues. The rogues patrolling their borders appeared disciplined, and the territory seemed orderly. They realized that these rogues were not the usual feral wolves.The rescue team de
LORCAN’S POVDirt caked her face, loneliness clung to her like a second skin, and she sat there, battered and wounded. I approached her, the weight of my past neglect pressing on me like a leaden cloak. She had sensed my presence, but her gaze remained distant, unfocused. I couldn't blame her; I hadn't been there when she needed me most.Step by careful step, I drew nearer, all my senses alert to her every movement. My warriors and Alpha Adrian were ready, positioned to strike the rogues once we had Fedora and the others safely away. But right now, in this tense moment, it was just me and my mate."Fedora?" My voice was a mere whisper, filled with regret and longing. She finally turned her gaze toward me, her eyes empty, but at least they acknowledged my presence.Kneeling in front of her, I gently cupped her cheek. The dirt and grime smeared across her delicate features couldn't hide her beauty. Her hands were bound, and I quickly set to work untying them. The ropes had left angry, r
FEDORA’S POVWalking out of that grim place, the reality of the situation weighed heavily on me. The others trailing behind us were mostly underage and hadn't yet developed their wolf. Their vulnerability gnawed at my heart, but Lorcan assured me they would be safe. Still, trust was an elusive concept, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt.It was true, though. I had to think of our child. My wolf was already bearing the burden of protecting us both, and I couldn't afford to let my emotions jeopardize that. I was acutely aware of her exhaustion.The night's silence enveloped us, thickening the air with tension. The stillness felt ominous, as if it were the calm before an impending storm. My heart raced with each passing second.As we continued, I sensed a presence, something familiar. I stopped Lorcan, urgently whispering for him to hide. We all took cover in the shadows, and then I saw him - Zero. My mind struggled to process the sight; how had he found us?When the path see