Giovanni's Perspective
Fern stayed where she was, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger.I could see she was struggling to come to terms with what she had just done, but what really enraged me was her determination to leave."How could you do that to him?" Fern finally spoke, her voice a mix of anger and pain. "You almost killed him! He's my brother!""Brother?" My voice was as cold as ice. "To me, he was just an enemy who tried to take my Luna and challenge my dignity as an Alpha. Not to mention, he's Dylan's son!"I paused for a moment, suppressing the pain inside me beneath my rational facade. I didn't dare show her my weakness or reveal what was truly on my mind."You don't care about him at all," I said sharply. "All you care about is yourself and how you can escape this place. If you really cared about him, you'd stay and deal with this properly, instead of dragging him into your own mess.""Yes, I just want to get away from you." FerGiovanni's PerspectiveI stood at the window of my office, gazing through the cold moonlight at the lit room across the street—the Luna Suite where Fern was staying.She had been silent for days since that night, never uttering a single sound of pleading or resentment. This silence troubled me. I could feel the bond that once was so strong between us crumbling bit by bit. The bond that had once given me boundless strength was now the source of my deepest pain. I never imagined it would come to this.Fern, the woman who had made my heart race and driven me to distraction—the woman I had once viewed as a tool for revenge—had rejected me so decisively. I closed my eyes and recalled that moment—her icy words cutting through my heart like a sharp blade: "I'm going to REJECT you." Those words echoed in my mind, piercing every nerve and filling me with a storm of rage, stripping away her freedom altogether.It was the first time I truly felt a connection between us, and her refusal felt like
Fern's PerspectiveThe night was deep, and the moonlight cast a faint glow through the heavy clouds, illuminating the dark woods. My heart raced as my silhouette moved stealthily among the shadows of the trees, barely making a sound.Despite the seemingly peaceful surroundings, I knew I was venturing into dangerous territory. Every cautious step I took was filled with apprehension and determination; I desperately needed to see Oliver and find out what information he had.Moving quickly and carefully along the path, I finally arrived at the designated spot—a small clearing surrounded by ancient trees. The moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting a serene glow on the grass below. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.I was acutely aware that her appearance was no longer as radiant as it once was. Her recent captivity had left her extremely weakened, both physically and mentally.Soon after, I heard a soft footstep. Oliver's figure emerge
Tobias' PerspectiveThe night was deep, and moonlight trickled through the gaps in the forest, casting dappled patterns of light onto the shadowy wolf pack base.I stood atop the towering watchtower, staring into the darkness beyond. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the entire world was holding its breath in anticipation of the coming battle.The pack's rules had become increasingly stringent. Every member was undergoing intense training, and the harsh discipline made everyone feel as though they were walking on thin ice. I felt my body and mind being pushed to their limits, every moment preparing me for the impending conflict. My gaze involuntarily swept across the training ground, where soldiers practiced weapon swings and tactical maneuvers with machine-like precision, their faces etched with both determination and exhaustion.The shadow of battle loomed over everyone, and my emotions were even more complex. Only I knew that Giovanni's power as the p
Giovanni's PerspectiveThe sky was low and ominous, with dark clouds churning and cascading over one another, as if foretelling the bloodshed to come. I stood at the mountaintop, gazing coldly into the distance. Inside, I was as restless as the stormy heavens and the earth beneath.Tobias's news cut through me like a cold blade, severing everything in my heart. I couldn't believe that she had really left."What do you mean, she's gone?" I managed to ask, though my voice felt uncharacteristically strained."She left." Tobias's voice echoed in my ears, sounding distant, as if from another world.His head was bowed, his body tense, bracing for the wrath he knew I was about to unleash.I admit, the moment I heard the news, anger flared up in my chest like a roaring fire. My fists clenched, knuckles white with exertion. I wanted nothing more than to rush out, drag her back, and demand to know why she insisted on leaving me. But another, quieter voice of reas
Giovanni's PerspectiveSilas and his father exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from confidence to doubt. The sense of victory they had been so proud of was shattered by my words."Don't make a fool of yourself," Silas said, his voice wavering slightly but still stubborn. He wasn't ready to admit that anything could threaten their triumph.I slowly straightened up, the air around me seeming to freeze with my movements. I took a deep breath, pushing the pain to the back of my mind, my eyes sharpening like knives."You all seem to have forgotten one thing," I said, my voice calm but laced with a threat that couldn't be ignored. "I've never been one to admit defeat easily."Just then, a low wolf howl pierced the night from a distance. The sound seemed to echo from far away, as if a thousand armies were surging toward us. Silas's face went pale. He spun around violently, trying to locate the source of the sound, but could see nothing but the encroachin
Cherry I let myself in, noticing Dylan’s keys in the bowl on the table. My heart punched my chest like a jackhammer, overreacting to the fact that he was home. I dropped my own keys in the bowl with a clatter. A moment later, Dylan’s study door opened. Dylan filled the doorway. His shoulders were so broad they almost touched both sides of the frame, and he seemed to loom over me, even with the long hallway between us. I always felt overwhelmed by his presence. His dark eyes found me in the low light, and I fought to conceal how much his stare affected me. His strong features were so handsome, filled with all the rugged beauty of the Moon God that only our pack’s most talented artists could hope to imbue their sculptures with. I felt Dylan’s pull on me like I did the full moon. I wanted to go to him. My lips prickled as if telling me to use them as I wanted to. “Kiss him,” they seemed to whisper. If only... Instead, I stated the obvious, “You’re home.” He frowned. “Thought you wer
Cherry Worry crept through me. For what must have been the thousandth time, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Dylan hadn’t shown any sign of being attracted to me. He didn’t seem remotely interested in me like that. He hadn’t even kissed me, and we’d lived together for a whole year. Heat flushed over my skin as one of my common fantasies played through my thoughts: Dylan’s tall, muscular form pushing through my bedroom door, his dark eyes claiming mine before he took me in his arms and kissed me. But that’s where the fantasy petered out as it so often did. After all, I didn’t have much experience in that department. Who was I trying to fool? I didn’t have any sexual experience. Nothing. Helplessness whirled through me. The truth was, since being told by our Alpha and Luna that Dylan was my fated mate, I’d grown up with the idea that things between us would just happen. It’s not that I’d intentionally kept myself for Dylan, but I suppose, looking back when I’d fantasi
Dylan I clicked the door shut to my study, running my hands through my hair in exasperation. Exasperation at Cherry, at myself, at this whole god-damned situation. For a moment, guilt kept me at the door. I thought of Cherry perched on a bar stool, eating alone in the kitchen. Her grey eyes washed-out and picking daintily at her meal. I almost went back. Almost. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about her. She was… What is she? The truth was I didn’t know anymore. But the hopefulness in Cherry’s tone as she’d said dinner was ready had knotted my stomach. It wasn’t at the thought of her cooking. Her food is always bloody delicious. I knew part of me would regret not sitting down for a bite. But it was what lurked beneath that simple offer of food. An important part of the mating bond was a mate’s desire to nourish the other. The more frequently I gave in to her cooking and ate with her, the more chance there was for the bond that was destined to exist between us to grow. No doubt, it