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
Nox’s POV "It seems the heiress has teeth after all," I mused, my lips curving into a dark smile. She didn't flinch, didn't back down. If anything, she seemed to grow taller, more assured. "Do we have a deal?" she pressed, her voice steady. I chuckled, the sound low and without humor. "Oh, my dear princess," I drawled, taking a step away, "you can't possibly think it's that simple." Her brow furrowed slightly, but she held her position. "What do you mean?" I tilted my head, watching the way her lips tightened, the way her fingers curled against her arms. She was holding it together, but just barely. “The position doesn’t favor me," I began slowly, and she arched her brow. "Let's examine this 'deal' of yours, shall we? You offer a name — one tiny piece of information. And in exchange, I'm to wage an entire war on your behalf?" I clicked my tongue disapprovingly. "The scales are a bit... unbalanced, don't you think?" Her eyes followed me, her body turning to keep m
Willa’s POV The cold bit at my skin despite the layers I’d forced on. Leather pants, long sleeves, boots that hugged my calves tight—it didn’t matter. The air was freezing, biting with a ferocity that even the rain held back on. It wasn’t raining yet, and the weather was already fucking freezing. My breath fogged in the cold, the icy wind cutting through me despite the clothing. But I'd be damned if I let a little cold stop me … this was better than sitting back in the packhouse, helpless, waiting, while Nox made moves that I should be a part of. After all, if I was going to take my pack back from Eamon, I needed to learn how to be an Alpha. My father may not have taught me, but I'd seen the way he cared for his pack. I wanted to be that person—no, I wanted to be better. I had to be someone they could look to. And this—this was my first real step toward that. My pale hair was tucked securely under a dark headgear. The last thing I needed was to give away our positio
Willa’s POV I watched as Nox's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something—anger? Concern?—passing over his face before it settled into a mask of cool indifference. The rogue's blood-smeared arm pressed against me, smearing my jaw. "Hmmm, this is an interesting turn of events," Nox said, leaning back on the couch as if we were discussing the weather over tea. His casualness was impressive, it gave me peace to think. “How fares my man?“ The rogue's chest rumbled against my back as he let out a dark chuckle. "Your man? Oh, you mean the one I left bleeding out at the base of the tower? Let's just say he won't be joining us anytime soon. And this little morsel here?" His grip tightened around my neck. "Well, she could meet the same fate if you're not careful." I noticed the slight twitch in Nox's jaw, the barely perceptible tightening of his fingers around the vial of antidote. His anger was faint but there. He was barely containing himself on that couch… "And what exactly did
CHAPTER 50Willa’s POV The moment I bolted outside, the rain still pouring in relentless sheets, a violent shiver racked my body. The tension from inside had kept the shivers at bay, but now they rattled through me, shaking my bones … but… if there was even the slimmest chance Eric was alive, I had to find him. No one dies— "Eric!" I shouted into the storm. "Eric, where are you?" My boots squelched in the mud as I rounded the base of the watchtower, heart pounding in my chest. The rain plastered my stray hair to my face, and I impatiently shoved it aside, scanning the area desperately. “Eri—” I rushed, nearly tripping over my feet as I found him under the shadows, collapsed against the wooden pillar. My breath caught in my throat. His face was pale, too pale, and his eyes were half-closed, barely clinging to consciousness. “Eric!” I fell to my knees beside him. My hands hovered over his body, unsure where to begin. There was so much blood. "No, no, no," I m
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
Nox’s POV Chaos erupted instantly—chairs scraping, claws extending, growls filling the air. "What sorcery is this?" Kora leaped to her feet. "Guards, to arms!" "Whoa, whoa!" Vad raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin mirror-identical to my own, if I was in his shoes, which I wasn't. "Everybody hold on. I'm only here in an observing capacity. After all, the host is my brother, and this is still my house." "So that's how you do it," I mused, though I'd suspected his presence. Not this early, perhaps—but my brother had clearly mastered the art of concealment even more than before. "One lost brother fighting their kind," Kora snarled. "Unforgivable." I noticed Willa hadn't even flinched at Vad's appearance, and I wasn't sure if that pleased or concerned me. Vad's smile turned cruel. "Their kind? Oh, you mean the dark roams. Yet you all managed to defeat them. There are so few of them left, they're literally extinct." "Everyone calm down," I co
Nox’s POV "Alpha, they have all arrived." Hunter's voice carried a weight I hadn't heard in years.. I turned from the window where I'd been watching shadows lengthen across the courtyard. "Tell me, what time is it?" "The moon is just starting to appear." Hunter's eyes flickered to the darkening sky, then back to me. "A fitting hour for what's to come." "And everything is in place?" I kept my voice neutral, though my wolf prowled beneath my skin, eager for what lay ahead. Hunter shifted his weight, a tell from our childhood days that he wasn't entirely comfortable. "Yes... but I still think there's more to be done, given how high the stakes are tonight." His jaw tightened. "Too many bad ideas floating around." A smirk tugged at my lips. "Those bad ideas are what makes it exciting." I straightened my jacket. "The thrill of not knowing what's going to happen next." "You're beginning to scare me, Nox." The use of my name rather than my title spoke volumes
Nox’s POV The morning sun hadn't yet cleared the mountains when I turned to Hunter. "Triple the guards around the pack house." He nodded, falling into step beside me as we strode through the corridors. The events of the previous night—the cubs, the thrall's visit—had left an unsettling weight in my gut. "The cubs?" I asked, pausing at one of the tall windows overlooking the training grounds. "Fed, washed, and rested." Hunter's expression softened slightly. "Surprisingly resilient for what they've been through. Almost... eager." I filed that detail away for later consideration. "And our friend, the thrall?" "Paid and gone. I made sure he understood the wisdom of keeping his distance from our territory." A ghost of a smile touched Hunter's lips. "We won't be seeing Dick again." "Good." We emerged onto the main balcony, the morning air crisp with the promise of autumn. Below, guards patrolled in precise patterns, but I knew better than to trust in
Nox’s POV The silk sheets whispered against my skin as I sank into my bed, muscles aching—being an Alpha was never the cushy job others imagined it to be. I unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it aside as my gaze drifted to my reflection in the mirror, noting the nearly faded scratch marks across my shoulder. Even though it’s been a day, I could still smell that distinct floral scent. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, unsatisfied with just her lingering presence. We both wanted more. "Can't remember the last time I turned in early," I muttered, my eyes drawn to the empty expanse of my bed. The last time I'd suggested she stay, she'd fixed me with that fierce look of hers—equal parts defiance and something darker that made my blood sing. Her refusal only made me want her more, and the goddess herself must be laughing at my predicament. A sharp knock interrupted my brooding. "Enter," I called out, not bothering to retrieve my shirt. Few would dare disturb me