Willa’s POV I hadn’t fully settled since Nox left, and now Astrid was here. She’d given enough words about what was going on in Moonviel minutes ago when she arrived. But I knew that wasn't the reason she returned. It was apparent. “So, you're okay?" she finally asked, her voice carrying that calmness I'd grown familiar with. "I heard what happened." "Yeah, I'm good. It's all good." This was precisely why I'd declined Nox's offer to move closer to his quarters. Astrid's comings and goings required privacy, and while Nox suspected her existence wasn't entirely off the table anymore, that particular revelation needed a more appropriate time. A timing that, ironically, felt increasingly imminent. Finally, she pulled back her hood, her red hair catching the light. "No, it's not good," she countered, her voice dropping lower. "How did he get into the pack house in the first place? No one saw anything suspicious, no one heard anything?" I stood, needing
Nox’s POV I had sensed the presence before—there was no doubt in my mind that this visitor was the same one I'd detected at the rogue camp, trailing me like a shadow. The exact same person. And they were acquainted, Willa and this presence. I have my judges though, of who they were. She'd been clever in keeping them from me, but if I'm being honest, it only lasted this long because I allowed it. I'd given her command of her own secrets, and to tell the truth, she'd used that freedom well. Made her demands with it. "No one," she said, those eyes of hers steady on mine. "I don't have a visitor." Even now she lied, though I'd expected as much. She wasn't going to give up whoever it was easily. I couldn't help but smile—I had to admire her little performance, even as it frustrated me. "Not a visitor..." I leaned against her doorframe, watching her carefully. "But I've sensed this presence before. I've perceived this scent before... never too far from you, and
Willa’s POV I watched Astrid adjust the hood Nox had provided—no more sneaking through windows and shadows. The thought should have been comforting, but something heavy settled in my chest as she prepared to leave. "I know that look," Astrid said, her orange eyes catching mine in the mirror as she secured the nose veil. It hung loose now, but would soon hide all but those predator's eyes. "You're worrying." "Of course, I'm worrying." I moved closer, reaching out to adjust a fold in her new attire—perfectly fitted for stealth and combat, unlike the clothes I'd pulled earlier. "You're capable, Astrid. More than capable. But..." I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "You're more than just someone fighting beside me in this quest. You're my sister in everything but blood." A slight softening around her eyes betrayed her affected state, though she tried to mask it with a scoff. "Why so emotional? This isn't how you usually act when I leave for a mission." "I'm no
Willa’s POV His eyes locked with mine. "...truth is that I wanted to follow in his footsteps."I smiled, and when I stroked him a third time, I tightened my grip deliberately, letting my nails graze the sensitive underside of his shaft. His hips arced off the chair, and I pinned a hand to them. “I see,” I murmured, and did it again. Harder still, twisting my fist as I reached the round head. When Nox tried to arch into my touch again, I kept him pinned with my other hand. “And that…”I purred, head lowering. “Did it work out for you?” A sharp hiss escaped him as I ran my tongue across his impressive tip, dipping into the small slit. I licked up the small bead of moisture already gathered there. Everything in my body turned molten; a surge of wetness slicked between my thighs as the taste of him filled my mouth, salt and something more, something vital. “Dear Mother,” Nox cursed. And the words, the groan they were borne on, were so delicious that I su
Willa’s POV "Good evening," Hunter's voice cut through the tense atmosphere of the study, his tone carrying that infuriatingly measured calm he was known for. I watched his eyes flick briefly to me before deliberately looking away. Smart wolf. It was clear he’d picked up on the heavy scent that clung to the room, that clung to me—Nox’s scent, mingled with mine, a claim of territory that made my skin prickle. He’d interrupted something very personal, and if he felt any discomfort, he was hiding it well beneath a composed exterior. …everyone knew how territorial Alphas could be, and Nox wasn't excluded. “Alpha,” Hunter said, his voice maddeningly calm, as if he were strolling into a casual meeting. I could see the barely-there twitch at the corner of his mouth, the only hint he knew exactly what he’d walked in on. The muscle in Nox's jaw twitched as he stared down his Beta. His hand was still on the desk where he’d been gripping it hard moments ago. His eyes n
Astrid’s POV "What's in that direction?" The taller of Nox's men asked, his finger pointing toward the center of the rogue camp. His voice held a careful neutrality that made my teeth itch. Spies trying to play casual always did. "That's where they keep the prisoners." I kept my own voice flat, even as my eyes tracked the movement of guards below. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the camp, perfect for counting patrols without being spotted. It had taken us nearly a day to get here. Something I would have achieved in hours, alone. I’d metal signaled my wolf to stay at a much distance. "Right in clear view? At the heart of the camp?" The disbelief in his voice almost made me smile. Almost. "They do it to deter sympathizers," I explained, brushing a strand of red hair from my face. "Everyone sees if you try to help them. No sneaking around when you're in plain sight of the entire camp. Get caught, and you're shunned—if you're lucky." The st
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
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 My body coiled tight, steel cables ready to snap, every sinew screaming to tear Eamon apart. Rage crackled deep in my chest like electricity—one heartbeat, two— I didn’t even realize I’d moved until Eamon’s voice stopped me cold. “Not. Another. Step." Eamon's voice was glacial. My claws ached to sink into his flesh, my wolf howling in frustration. Willa’s wide eyes met mine, and I saw the fear there—the fear I never wanted to see on her face again. But beneath it, there was anger too, a fire that hadn’t been extinguished. It made my chest tighten, a sick mixture of fury and helplessness. “Let her go,” I growled, my voice raw and guttural. Eamon smirked, his claws flexing against her skin. “Oh, I don’t think so. You make one wrong move, and I’ll slit her throat right here.” Willa winced as his grip tightened, and my entire body tensed, the mate bond hammering through me like a second heartbeat. My wolf pushed harder against my control, despe
Nox’s POV The night pressed down like a curse, sharp and unforgiving. The air was thick, heavy with ash, and carried the weight of a thousand untold stories. It reminded me of sharp fangs sinking deep into flesh—relentless, excruciating, and unyielding. Rest was a luxury we couldn’t afford, and complaints felt pointless now. Once this ends, Willa will learn the truth about what indeed happened to the second man she had been accused of killing. Draven was on it already, and I'm certain she would get the hang of it quickly. Maybe there was a bright end to this after all. My eyes swept across the maw of the mountain. The Ash Eyes Pack. Once, they were revered. Legends spoke of their lands—a paradise enriched by volcanic soil that made their harvests plentiful and their people untouchable. But that was all gone now, like ash falling from the sky and disappearing into the wind. No one spoke of what had happened. It was as if an unwritten rule had silenced their me
Willa’s POV The Blood Moon would be here soon, I thought, tightening my grip on the hilt of my dagger. If we survived this night, perhaps we'd celebrate it at last, instead of merely surviving under its light. Maybe this time, it would bring renewal, not more bloodshed. I tore my eyes from the heavens to face the land before me: Gerald’s Way. “What is this place?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though the tension crackling through the air ensured everyone heard me. “This,” Nox replied, his voice smooth, almost indifferent, “is where it all started for Eamon.” Vad’s lips twisted into a smirk that made my wolf bristle. “This is his true home,” he said, gesturing grandly to the crumbling castle perched on the volcanic mountain. “Where he was born.” The small castle loomed, its jagged towers stretching into the ashen sky. Steam hissed from cracks in the earth, the very air heavy with heat and sulfur. “It’s massive,” I murmured, scanning the da
Astridl’s POV How did I end myself in this situation? I could just punch him and get this over before I regret my next action. But I couldn't bring myself to say the word, to act like I used to. His eyes were still on me, waiting. Gods, he was waiting, and the thought that his eyes were this focused on me, the thought of what my answer would do to my body made me nearly curse out. “Say it, Astrid.” Goddess, why can't he just… “Give me more.” I couldn't care about what we were doing—who he was. “I am at your service,” he grunted, and then he reached between us, his finger snagging the latch of my carry-on and he yanked them off. Metal met the floor. And then the one on my thigh. More daggers off. Then he reached for my pants. He pulled on them hard enough to lift my hips. Buttons popped free, tossing onto the floor. “Goodness,” I murmured. He barked out a short, harsh laugh as he shoved my pants down until one leg was completely free, and
Astrid’s POV Once this was over, my family could finally rest, knowing the man who destroyed their lives would breathe no more. A part of me dreamed of escaping with Asher, finding a home beyond the sea—somewhere far from this chaos. This wasn’t home. It never had been. But first, there was work to be done. Willa would get her pack back. That was why I’d joined the fight, after all. And if I wasn’t mistaken, her relationship with the Alpha might not end, not even when the war ended. I knew the dynamics shifting around me. Willa would likely become the Alpha's Luna, and the tension between Starfall and Moonviel might dissolve into an unexpected alliance. Maybe even merge. Packs up north had done it before. Not that it mattered to me. My focus was singular: kill Eamon and complete my revenge. Then I'd be gone. Everything else—the alliances, the titles, the futures of others—was irrelevant. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I c
Willa’s POV Justin's lifeless body lay crumpled on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading beneath him. Astrid didn’t so much as glance at her handiwork as she secured the bloodied fabric back onto her hip—a lethal weapon I'd only just witnessed—gleamed with a deadly shimmer, the embedded daggers barely visible against the rich fabric. She stepped away from the mess, spitting outside the open window like it had been nothing more than a chore. I’d seen that fabric with her but never known it to be a weapon, or so. Vad, on the other hand, seemed invigorated, the gleam in his golden eyes unsettling. His gaze landed on the man who’d called Nox his cousin and that smirk of his grew. "The people you hoped would help you crawl onto the throne are nothing but weaklings," Vad snickered. He stepped over Justin’s corpse without hesitation, his boots smearing red across the floor. "You should’ve stayed in the shadows where you’ve been hiding all these years…” Vad turned.
Willa's POV The air, already heavy, seemed to grow denser as the council members filed in behind the Deacon whose face had gone several shades paler, his composure crumbling like wet paper. The unfamiliar man—their uncle, I guessed—looked utterly stunned, his disbelief written across every line of his face. My gaze flicked to Vad, who was watching him with that infuriating smirk, as if savoring the man’s discomfort. He looked like one who already regretted his move too late. But how will I know, judging that he was one of their bloodline, who knows what could exactly come off them? Only a few guards remained inside—Marcus and two others. I pulled at my sleeve. So, this had been the brothers’ plan all along? How? When? Was I kept in the dark again? Not that it mattered now. What a family dynamic. “What is the meaning of this?” The Deacon's voice cracked with indignation, like a man who'd just discovered he was nothing more than a puppet.
Willa’s POV It wasn’t that I was used to Vad’s presence—far from it. But recently, my wolf had stopped baring her teeth every time he was near. That shift meant something, though I wasn’t entirely sure what. The room felt charged, and I couldn’t tell if it was the tension or just Vad’s inherent ability to turn a space into a pressure cooker. I had come in looking for Nox, expecting a quiet moment. Instead, I found Sylvia, and to my surprise, Vad. Hunter had acted strange earlier, avoiding my gaze when he told me where to find Nox. But soon it made sense. Astrid’s expression gave it all away the moment I walked in on her. The rumor. Of course, there was always a rumor when it came to me, but this one didn’t sting. This one was different. My wolf purred at the thought, and I cursed myself as a flush crept up my neck. My sweater sleeve became an anchor as I pulled it over my palm, pretending to focus on something—anything—other than the weight of Nox’s gaze.
Nox’s POV "How do you know?" I prompted, my voice low and measured. Her lips curved—not quite a smile, more a razor's edge of knowing. "Because I can still feel that cold, shivering stare on me since I arrived. It's a sensation you don't forget.” “Unbelievable," Vad muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before throwing a few into his mouth. “What?" Sylvia's eyebrow arched, a challenge wrapped in silk. "You find something amusing?" “No?” Vad drawled. “It’s always something with you. Ever so dramatic." I watched the interplay, my wolf prowling beneath my skin. Something was off. Vad's unusual calm wasn't lost on me. My twin had always been the type to unravel spectacularly when things didn't align with his vision—a mirror of my own younger self, only I'd learned to temper that rage into something more surgical. "Forgive my brother," I said dryly, rubbing my temple, feeling the beginnings of a headache. "He was dropped on his head enough tim