DylanI dashed into a thick forest after running out of the hospital.I was not sure why I was doing it, but there was a voice in my head, a constant reminder that the forest was the safest place.“To the forest is where you should go. No one would harm you there.” Those words sounded in my head. A mist blurred my vision, and I could only run forward, aimlessly. Waves of intense pain pulsed through my head, as if it was on the verge of splitting open.I had no idea how long I had run, stumbling forward, until I collapsed onto the chilly forest ground.The smell of grass and earth seeped into my nostrils, easing my pain. With my eyes becoming even more blurry, I drifted into unconsciousness.When I woke up again, my eyes met a wooden ceiling and then found myself lying in a wooden bed. “Where am I?” I asked myself.There were thin rustling footsteps outside this room. I got off bed and gently pushed the door open. My eyes fell on a woman with her back to me, long, dark green hair fall
Cherry Dylan's missing was no longer a secret eventually. Some of the pack members got to know it.“I know that she is our Luna, but with the sudden disappearance of our Alpha, she would take over and lead us.” “Why are we letting a cursed shifter lead us? We should ask her to abdicate her right as a Luna,” one of the oldest shifters in the pack whispered to her granddaughter. ...I could feel the weight of their accusations. They suffocated me with guilt and heartache.However, I couldn't bring myself to just leave as wished. Not when Dylan was still missing. “Dylan, where are you? When will you come back? I am hanging by a thread here, and I really need you now.” I mumbled as if Dylan was around. He'd be able to hear that.Ignoring the hostile stares and cutting words, I ventured out into the stormy nights, searching for any trace of Dylan.“Dylan! Dylan, please come back!” I shouted, looking around just in case he would suddenly show up. “We need you! The pack is starting to fa
DylanChelsea and I returned to the Starsmoon pack a few days later."Dylan! Thank god you're back!" A young man of my age rushed in after that vicious Luna left. He must be Bert, my competent and loyal Beta Chelsea mentioned before."Hi Bert! Thank you for holding all this together during the absence!" I got out of the bedroom and patted on his shoulders."Not at all. Actually I just came back from the borders after Jason called to tell me what happened back here. Cherry's father is holding it there alone on the borders. By the way, did you see Cherry? I saw her...""How about talking about the pack affairs first, given I've been away quite a few days?" I cut Bert through when he was going to mention Cherry, the name that pissed me."Sure!"I got quite a lot of information that I badly needed in the following hour.“You did? Good for you!” I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Bert started a hotel business.“Yeah, we need a stable business. I don't think we want to be exposed to an
CherryI must have offended Nuu-Chah, and she took my husband, my family and my everything away from me.Those happy moments between Dylan and me were just like a long dream, vanishing before I could savor their pleasant tastes.“What would I tell Fern now? How am I going to explain this to our daughter?” Walking aimlessly along the road in misery, I barely noticed a man appearing before me.“Cherry, it's been a long time,” he said in a voice that sounded oddly familiar.“Do I know you, sir?”“I think you do.” He handed me a business card.My heart raced the minute I saw the name "Karson Blewet" on the card. I couldn't believe that the person standing before me was none other than the master designer I had admired for long.“You're…Karson Blewet?” I uttered in awe, my voice barely above a whisper.“Yes, that's me.” With a smile, the man nodded in affirmation. I couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and exhilaration. “Your designs are really something,” Karson continued, his eye
CherryWith Dylan and Chelsea back in the pack house, I had to move to my father's. Bert told me that my father wouldn't be back from the mission on the borders in quite a few days. I settled Fern into bed after getting home, telling her we'd spend a few days at Pops Mike' house because that was what I would do when I missed my dad.“Good night, mommy,” my sweet daughter whispered. “Have a sweet dream, Fern. I love you." The soft glow from the nightlight cast a warm ambiance in the room.As exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, a persistent knock on the door disrupted the peace.“Bert, what are you doing here? It's already late,” I said after opening the door.“You met Dylan, huh?” He looked concerned, his brow furrowing slightly.“Come on in.” I stepped aside, inviting him in. “Cherry, Dylan seemed to have forgotten about you. I want to know what happened on earth over the past couple of days.” Bert spoke with apprehension.“I honestly don't have an idea how it all happened. He fainted
Cherry I couldn't sleep that night. The next morning, I had to be extra careful when driving Fern to school.“What is it, baby? You look like you want to ask something,” I hummed the question to my daughter. “Go on and shoot your questions.”“Mommy, when will daddy be back from the business trip? I miss him.”The smile on my lips froze, and I nearly cursed at her question. “Soon. Daddy will be back in a few weeks. You miss him, huh?” “I do. He is not even calling us. Is he that busy? You must miss daddy too. You don't even design or bring me to the store lately.” She pouted, her voice laced with genuine concern.“I know. Sorry about that, my princess. I promise we'll visit Aunt Maisy in Seattle soon.”“I just think it's so cool that you're a designer, mommy. I've always been proud of you, and I want to be a remarkable designer just like you when I grow up.” Fern looked at me. My emotions welled up as I listened to my daughter's words.“Really? Then, when we visit Aunt Maisy next ti
Cherry I found myself in hospital after regaining consciousness, my vision blurry and my head still throbbing.“Nuu-Chaah, my head hurts so much.”As I tried to make sense of my surroundings, I heard voices, distant at first but clearer later.“Doctor, thank you so much. We will keep in mind everything that you told us.” I struggled to turn my head, finding Bert and Karson talking to the doctor. “We found traces of poison in her body that, if drunk a lot, would cause a miscarriage. Thank Nuu-Chaah that Luna only had a small portion of it.” The doctor glanced in my direction, and our eyes briefly met. Bert looked at me, worried about what had happened. All of us were speechless by this finding. Who would have done such a thing to me?“I've administered the antidote. She'll need some rest here.” The doctor instructed Bert before leaving.“Thank you, doctor. I'll make sure she gets the rest she needs.” Bert nodded. As the doctor and Karson left the room, Bert returned to my bedside.
DylanWhen Cherry tumbled to the floor, her face contorted with pain. My heart ached for some unknown reason.“Cherry!” I cried out, trying to go over to cuddle her.“What the hell is happening to her? Someone go get a doctor!” I shouted. Just seconds ago, I was consumed by anger and resentment toward her. “W-Why am I feeling this? Why the hell am I worried about you when you had tried to kill me? On top of that, you are having an affair,” I whispered loud enough for just the two of us to hear.Cherry had this strange power over me, an irresistible magnetism that drove me to protect her, even when I didn't want to. “Dylan, just what are you doing here? Stay away from her!” Chelsea mumbled, pulling me away from Cherry. Seeing Cherry lay there, unconscious and vulnerable, I felt an odd concern and frustration.“Dylan, we'd better get a doctor over here.” Chelsea's grip on my arm tightened, her gaze never leaving me. My thoughts swirled in confusion as I looked into her eyes. “W-Wha
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat in my office, brow furrowed, with papers piled as high as a mountain in front of me. My fingers absently scratched across the desk, and my eyes occasionally flicked to the stacks of pending paperwork, but my mind was far from them.Ever since Diana joined the company, my heart has never been at ease. Every day, her familiar figure, always within my line of sight, seemed to remind me of a long-forgotten past. An unspeakable feeling, one that had quietly begun to grow, spread deep within my chest.I don't want to
Fern's Perspective"Diana, good morning." A clear greeting interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see the manager who had called my name and tried to offer a natural smile. She was my immediate supervisor, Marianne, and while she had a kind face, it was clear that she was not someone to be easily overlooked."Good morning, Marianne," I replied with a smile, doing my best to keep my voice steady.I then turned and walked into the office. Before me was a modern work environment: spacious desks, rows of computer screens, and neat shelves filled
Fern's PerspectiveWhen I got home, I sat at the dining room table, staring down at the newspaper in front of me while my mind wandered far away. Giovanni's face, those deep eyes, and the aura that surrounded him seemed to pull me back to a past I couldn't escape. I had been so happy to see Giovanni, to feel the way he looked at me, and yet now, it felt like a distant memory."Mom, how was the interview today?" Daniel suddenly jumped up from the couch beside me, looking at me mischievously.I froze for a moment, then forced a smile. "It wa
Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat in my spacious office, a mountain of papers piled in front of me. My fingers absentmindedly skimmed over the pages without truly registering their contents. Distracted, my gaze would often drift toward the window, where I imagined the bustle of the world outside. It had been a long time since I'd taken over the pack, and moments of inattention like this were rare for me.Today's meeting had left me drained. The pack elders had engaged in a heated debate over my decision to choose a Luna, knowing full well that some of them didn't want me to make a rational choice. As a werewolf alpha, I under
Fern's Perspective I sat on a couch in the office lobby, my hands instinctively tightening around the strap of my bag. My interview hadn't even started yet, and all around me, the soft murmur of whispered conversations filled the air as candidates discussed various questions. I stared at my phone screen, but my heartbeat refused to slow. Suddenly, I heard a familiar name. "I heard this company was founded by Alpha Giovanni of the Dark Howl Pack. In just a few short years, it's become one of the most influential companies out there," a girl whispered. "Yeah, I heard his business tactics are as ruthless as he was when he was Alpha of the pack," another added. "..." My heart sank, and in an instant, the murmur of voices around me faded. The name echoed in my mind. Giovanni—the man who had touched my heart so deeply, the man who had given me everything, and yet, had left me scarred. How did he end up here? This company was founded by him. My mind immediately flooded with memo
Tobias' PerspectiveMy gaze involuntarily returned to his stoic face, and a flicker of unease stirred in my chest.There I stood, half in shadow, my eyes fixed on Giovanni sitting behind the desk. His posture was as rigid as a stone, silent and solitary, blending seamlessly with the somber atmosphere of the room. The air felt cold, and his presence made the silence almost suffocating.This man—once my friend, once the leader of our pack—was now nothing more than an empty shell, devoid of emotion.
Tobias' PerspectiveI stood in the doorway of Giovanni's office, took a deep breath, and then knocked gently on the door."Come in."His voice was cold, with an undeniable air of authority.I grasped the doorknob and gently pushed the door open, stepping into the lavishly furnished office, its atmosphere chilled. The scent of paper and leather hung in the air, and sunlight poured in through the heavy curtains, but it couldn't dispel the cold silence that env
Fern's PerspectiveOliver walked over to the table and bristled, as if he thought he had done nothing wrong. "As I've said many times, he's just too naughty and needs some training. Otherwise, sooner or later, his own wolfishness will crush him." His usual cold expression matched his typical, less-than-congenial demeanor, giving off an unapproachable air."You're too mean," I said with a blank look, though my heart was full of gratitude. At least he hadn't given up on Daniel's training, and that gave me some comfort. Even though my past had been full of pain and regret, Oliver always made me feel a touch of warmth.
Fern's PerspectiveSunlight poured through a gap in the curtains, casting a warm glow on the floor next to the bed. The ringing of the alarm clock yanked me out of my slumber like a bolt of lightning. My eyes snapped open, my mind racing as I tried to cling to the remnants of sleep, but all I could see was the familiar sight of my room—the wall clock already reading 7:30.Today, I have an important interview.The words echoed in my mind, urging me to leap out of bed. I rubbed my face quickly, then sprang to my feet, my movements hurr