Willa’s POV The water pounded down, cold and biting, soaking through my clothes and numbing my skin. But I barely felt it. My knuckles were raw, split open from where I had pounded them again and again into the bathroom wall. Blood mixed with the water, swirling down the drain, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. I let out another scream, raw and guttural, the sound tearing from my throat like it could somehow exorcise the chaos inside me. But it didn’t. It never did. I hit the wall again, harder this time, feeling the sting of bone against the tile. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, my chest heaving as the weight of everything pressed down on me. Why couldn’t I just be normal? “Why?!” Why couldn’t I be free of this…curse, of these nightmares that now haunted me in the day just as much as they did in the dark? The dagger I’d brought in with me lay discarded on the floor, the edge catching the dim light as it glistened with the water poolin
WILLA’s POV I hissed through clenched teeth as Gaia dabbed alcohol on the open wound, the burn searing against my skin. “Sorry," Gaia murmured. Her hands were gentle, but the touch still made me flinch. "I know it hurts, but it's necessary.” She had been waiting outside the library when I stumbled out. I hadn’t even noticed her at first, standing there quietly in the fading light, until she offered to help. The alcohol bit into my skin again, and I hissed once more, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to ignore the pain. "I’m still," I muttered, though my body was tense, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap. "You’re still... wincing every time I touch you," Gaia countered, amused. She applied another dab of alcohol to the wound, and I sucked in a sharp breath. "You may heal faster as wolves, but it still needs proper treatment. You should know that by now." Her words twisted something near my heart, something that made me want to lash out and hide all
Nox’s POV The moment the priestess disappeared into the night, I felt my wolf stir beneath my skin. He was restless, hungry for answers, and the longer I denied him, the harder it became to keep him at bay. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. It had been a test of patience, standing there at my study, watching as she went to speak with her. I had wanted to be there. To listen in, to see the way her eyes flashed, the way her lips tightened when the priestess spoke of the curse. But I couldn't risk it. Not now, not when the balance between us was already hanging by a thread. And now I watched as the priestess left, knowing all that there is, all that she told, and feels wildly fucking mangled by it. I’d never felt the need to crush an entire pack. “Fuck.” I glanced up, the last traces of sunlight swallowed by the horizon, leaving only the cold kiss of twilight. Hunter should have reached the target by now. Any
Willa’s POV I shouldn’t have snapped at him. The thought gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, as I watched Nox’s back retreat down the hall. He’d been stiff from the moment I let him in, like he hadn’t been the one to come to my door in the first place. Something about him felt different tonight, and instead of asking why, I lashed out. Typical. But the truth was, I hated the idea of him touching me again. Not because I didn’t want it—goddess, that was the problem. I wanted it too much. I couldn’t trust myself around him, not after everything. I couldn’t lose someone else. Not again. My heart tightened as I recalled the flicker in his eyes when I’d snapped. I hadn’t meant to, but it came out like a reflex. I hated myself for it. I clenched my fists, shaking the thought away, and followed after him. Luckily, he didn’t protest when I asked to come along, didn’t question me, or try to put me in my place like I had expected. That was something, at least. But even so,
Willa’s POV His tall frame loomed over me, one hand gripping the blood-stained arrow. The flickering lamplight cast half his face in darkness, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his midnight eyes. "Are you certain of this?" Nox's voice was low, almost a growl. His gaze bore into mine, searching for any hint of doubt. "That whoever you plan to use can find him?" He wasn’t questioning my ability, or trying to know who it was I would be using, not exactly. It was more than that. I tilted my chin up, holding his gaze, refusing to let him see the sliver of doubt I kept buried deep inside. "You do not believe I can?" Nox's nostrils flared slightly as he drew in a deep breath. A muscle in his jaw ticked, then relaxed. "I don't doubt you." His voice softened, barely above a whisper. "I'm only... worried." "Then give me the arrow," I said, holding out my hand. My fingers trembled slightly, and I hoped he wouldn't notice. I could almost see the in
Willa’s POV The woven basket swung gently between Gaia and me as we made our way through the pack grounds. Filled to the brim with an array of colorful fruits, it had been Gaia's idea – a suggestion that had caught me off guard. "It's the better way to visit," she'd explained. "A small gesture can mean so much." I’d lived so long surrounded by harshness that I had forgotten such courtesies even existed. Offering a basket of bruits to anyone wasn’t something that crossed my mind. Every so often, I found myself glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting one of Nox’s guards to be trailing us, but the road behind us remained empty. No sign of anyone following. Guards at least. "Do you think he sent someone to follow us?" I asked Gaia. She shook her head, brown curls bouncing in the sunlight. "I don't think so. The border wall's nearly finished, and more guards are stationed there now. Maybe he has more security within the pack instead." I hummed noncommittally. Someon
Willa’s POV I opened my mouth to retort, but the sound of approaching footsteps silenced me. Nox's arm tightened around me as he pressed us further into the shadows of the alley. "Care to explain why you're running from those goons?" His voice was low, like a growl vibrating through his chest, his lips barely moving, yet every word was laced with authority. For a moment, I forgot the men, forgot the danger. All I could focus on was the way his eyes bored into mine, the way his grip sent a shiver down my spine, not of fear. “I was handling it,” I shot back. “You didn’t need to intervene.” “Handling it? You’ve got two men hunting you, and you think you can handle it?” “I’ve handled worse,” I snapped, pulling my arm free from his grip, though the warmth of his touch lingered on my skin. “I don’t need your help. How about you explain why you're here first?” He seemed amused. Not the face he had this morning. Didn't fight it, as Nox would, and in his dark eyes was a s
Nox’s POV The distant roll of thunder echoed through the air as I strode onto the packhouse grounds, ahead of the patrol guards. The storm was brewing on the horizon, dark clouds rolling and thickening, threatening to break at any moment. But the real storm, the one standing by the packhouse entrance, was our vigorous heiress. She stood there, defiant, as if daring the sky itself to make the first move. Her hair, pale like moonlight, swayed with the growing breeze. Even with the frown tugging at her lips, she was a force of nature. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and I couldn’t help the twitch of amusement at the gesture—cute, in a way, though I doubted she’d appreciate that observation. At least it was something new. I waved the guards on and slowed my pace, stopping just a step away from the stairs. “You don’t look pleased.” I kept my voice low, careful. She’d been a handful of characters these days which I tried to follow every time. The visit she’d begged
Astrid’a POV The moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the pack house roof, casting long shadows between weathered slate tiles where I perched precariously, one leg dangling over the edge, the other bent beneath. My sanctuary. My moment of peace after a day that had been nothing short of a goddamn circus. I'd swiped the bottle from the kitchen—a rich, dark vintage that promised to burn just right—alongside a plate of fruit pie that smelled like home. The pie was divine. Flaky crust, hints of cinnamon and apple, probably baked by one of the pack's elder women who still believed in the comfort of traditional cooking. Not that I cared about traditions. A soft scuff against the slate. "I guess you found my secret spot," a voice drawled, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the night air. Vad? I choked mid-swallow, the wine burning a path down my throat. Of course. Because the universe has a sick sense of humor, and Vad was it
Astrid’s POV Damn this shoulder. The medics in this gods-forsaken pack might have been skilled, but the wound still throbbed with a vengeance whenever I dared move carelessly. It's been throbbing like a stubborn reminder of everything that's gone to hell. Still, the sting on my shoulder was a minor nuisance compared to the chaos this whole drama has brought. Tiring. If it were up to me, I'd have taken the simpler route. Find Eamon. Put a blade to his throat. Ended this shit weeks ago. No drawn-out drama, no unnecessary casualties. Just clean, precise elimination. But no, the Alpha had other ideas. Grand, sprawling plans that always seemed to draw more blood than they saved. Even so, those schemes were beginning to bear fruit, though. Like moths to a flame, the rogues were rallying. One shared enemy—a clever tactic to dissolve their generational hatred, sure. But the cost? Too damn high. I hissed under my breath as another jolt of pain shot through me
Willa’s POV The words hung in the air like poison—"Not to count Kael... his death was tragic, but he had it coming." My heart constricted, a physical pain so intense I thought I might shatter. Eamon hadn't killed Kael. I had. The guilt crashed over me in waves, drowning rational thought. If only he'd distanced himself from me, if he'd walked away, he might still be breathing. "How do you know all of this?" The question escaped my lips, a fragile whisper barely holding together. Damien's lips curled with a cruelty that made my skin crawl. "Because I helped him. I made all of your potential mates quit." The casual way he spoke—as if erasing lives was nothing more than a mundane task—ignited a fury deep within me. He hadn't suffered. He hadn't lost everything. I had lost my friends, lost Kael, lost the only person who had truly understood me when it mattered much. "Kael was weak," Damien continued, his voice a clinical dissection of my past. "He was never g
Willa’s POV The half-moon hung like a silent witness in the night sky, its silver light spilling through the broken window where I stood. My fingers clutched the silk bedsheet around me, the fabric cool against my flushed skin. But something profound had shifted between us moments ago—I'd heard his voice in my mind, clear as crystal: Mine. Mate. The words still resonated in my chest like the lingering notes of a song. Only true mates could share thoughts, feel each other's emotions through that sacred bond. It wasn't supposed to exist between Nox and me—yet there it had been, as real as the cool night air kissing my skin. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, remembering how desperately she'd wanted his mark. The thought should have terrified me—marking was sacred, an irreversible claim between true mates. Instead, my skin tingled with the memory of his mouth against my throat, and how right it had felt. But he never did mark me. Warm lips brushed my
Willa’s POV I watched as relief flickered across Nox's face—subtle enough that weeks ago, I wouldn't have caught it. Now, I was learning to read the micro-expressions that crossed those sharp features, the tiny tells that betrayed his thoughts. "You all were late," I said, adjusting my robe more tightly around myself. Water still dripped from my hair—and my scalp still hurt. The plan had been simple: appear vulnerable, draw out whoever was working against us from within. And it had worked—perhaps too well, considering the attempted drowning in my own bathtub. But I knew Nox well enough by now to suspect there was more to his and Vad's absence. He never made a move without multiple purposes. "Had to take the long way back," Nox explained. "Needed to ensure we weren't followed." Beside him, Vad cocked his head, a small grin playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched me. "Besides," Nox continued, clicking his tongue, "you had Astrid and Davina
Willa’s POV The air was tense on the front porch of the pack house, the crisp bite of the evening brushing against my skin as I stood beside Astrid. My arms crossed tightly over my chest, I couldn't help but watch Nox and Vad standing a few steps ahead. Their postures were strikingly similar—broad shoulders squared, heads held high— And then there was her. Davina. She lingered too close to Vad, her hand brushing his arm as if staking some unspoken claim. I wasn’t sure what her purpose was. Was she going with them, or was she just here to see him off? Astrid adjusted her stance beside me, the soft creak of her leather boots catching my attention. She was dressed simply for once—brown leather pants and a loose, long-sleeved shirt. But I knew her well enough to see past the simplicity; beneath those flowing sleeves and tucked into her boots were a small arsenal of daggers. She shifted her weight slightly, wincing as her injured shoulder protested. "Seems
Willa’s POV "Home?" The word escaped me like a challenge. "What do you mean, home?" The aftermath of Eamon's revelation churned inside me like a poisonous brew. Emotions twisted and coiled, threatening to break through the fragile barrier I'd constructed. Eamon's claims about my father—they burned, not with divulgence, but with a fury that threatened to consume everything in its path. What if the claim was true? The thought flickered and died. Truth or lie, nothing could justify the devastation. Not what he'd done to me. Not what he'd done to Astrid. Not the cubs torn from their mother. Not the lives destroyed in his wake. I locked those thoughts away, deep in the darkest recesses of my mind. A place where emotions became weapons, where pain transformed into something. Vad's eyebrow arched. "Whoa," he drawled, his voice a silk-wrapped knife, "those frown lines could topple kingdoms." I stepped forward, I was in leather pants and a shirt now. Good fo
Nox’s POV I’d anticipated a lot of fallout, but not this. Fuck! Silence punctured the council chamber, thick with implied pressure and disbelief. My jaw clenched, muscles coiled tight beneath my skin as I watched Willa—her frame vibrating with a rage so pure, so concentrated it could slice through steel. But only visible enough for me to tell. Somehow, they had escaped—not by magic, but by conscious layout. Even with the young woman’s gifts as a seer, no strange power had intervened after the smoke flared. This had been deliberate, every step mapped out. The shockwave that came with it had sent a few Alpha tumbling. And Willa… she wasn’t startled. With all Eamon had revealed about her father, it was impossible to tell which emotion churned within her the most. Was it hatred? Wrath? For once I feared her thought. The dagger remained where it was, untouched—for now. But I knew, without a doubt, that if the moment had been hers, she would not have he
Nox’s POV The pressure in the council chamber thickened as the drunk's voice quivered, each word dragged from his throat. "I got to know Pack Leader Eamon during a raid on the eastern villages of the Moonviel Pack years ago. We were being led by Rogue Leader Thadeus then..." Finneas's face darkened, a deep frown etching lines across his forehead. "What?" The drunk's fingers trembled against the floor. "Yes, it was so brother…" He swallowed hard. "A chance encounter—or rather, an unlucky one on a full moon night. Thadeus was..." His voice cracked. "Thadeus was energetic as ever with his speeches, rallying us for the raids. It was going well at first. He was a good wolf—the only reason he agreed to that raid was because we got word of a cargo caravan moving supplies through the Cull Path." "Those were dark times. I had barely passed being a cub. Finneas remember—we had no food. Our camp was starving, wolves turning on each other. Thadeus never wanted that future for h