~Cana’s POV:I had only gone a few minutes into the book when I felt Raquel’s gaze, as intense as that of a hawk, studying me. I tried to ignore it, but when it started becoming rather…annoying, I knew I had to speak up. “Is something the matter?” I asked, trying my very best to not slam the pen I had in my hand down on my book. God, this just wasn’t what I had come here for. Although the books provided some knowledge, they were simple ones, ones I already knew by reading the books in Zane’s Library, so I wasn’t learning much. But, as much as I wanted to stop this school-like lesson, one look around the room, this very room that Raquel called her Lab, had me realizing just how skilled she must be, so I hoped that I would learn something new from her.Raquel, upon being called out, laughed a hearty one, one that made the corners of my lips twitch up.“You’re rather intriguing, but there’s something about you that I cannot quite place a finger on.” She muttered, getting up from her
Cana’s POV:Zane hadn’t said a word since we left Raquel’s lab. His hand rested gently on the small of my back as he guided me through the corridors of the mansion, but his usual warmth felt more like pressure tonight. I could feel the tension in him, and I knew he was holding back his questions, waiting until we were somewhere private. I wasn’t sure what he was more upset about the conversation I’d had with Raquel or the fact that I wasn’t being fully transparent with him.As we stepped out into the cool night air, I inhaled deeply, hoping it would calm my frayed nerves. The sky above was painted with stars, their soft glow reflecting Zane’s concern as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I could tell he was trying to gauge how much to push me, but I wasn’t ready for that conversation. Not yet.The mansion loomed behind us as we reached Zane’s car. He opened the door for me, his brow furrowed in thought. I slid inside, grateful for the momentary reprieve from his gaze, though
Cana’s POV:Raquel’s words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy with foreboding. As I sat across from her in her lab, I could feel Zane’s presence beside me—solid, steady—but it did little to calm the unease that twisted in my gut. Her cryptic warnings about my mother’s legacy and the mark on my ankle made me feel like I was sitting on the edge of something dangerous, and yet, I knew I couldn’t turn back now. I had to see it through.Raquel eyed me closely, her sharp gaze flicking between me and Zane as if she were gauging our readiness for what was about to unfold."You used the ointment I gave you last night, didn’t you?" she asked, her tone more of a statement than a question.I nodded, unwilling to lie but unsure of where this was going. “I did.”Her lips quirked into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Good. That’s the first step. But there’s much more to uncover. The mark on your ankle isn’t just a sign of your lineage, Cana. It’s a binding. A bond.”Zane’s hand tigh
Cana's POV:I stood frozen, watching as Otto’s message to Mia was relayed. The relief that surged through me was fleeting, replaced almost instantly by a wave of nausea. My limbs ached from exhaustion; my mind was still clouded with doubt. Otto had found me, but it didn’t erase the danger lurking in the shadows.“Mia’s on her way,” Otto said, pocketing his phone. “We’ll take you back to a safe place. We need to regroup. Something big is coming.”I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “What do you mean, ‘something big’?”Otto’s eyes darkened. “The rogues. They’ve been gathering in numbers I’ve never seen before. It’s not just small groups anymore. They’re forming a pack of their own—an army. And they’re coming for the packs.”A chill ran down my spine. My memories of the attack were still fresh in my mind, the violence of the rogues, the blood, and the terror. But the thought of them forming an army was something else entirely.“I thought the rogues were too divided to band together,” I said,
Cana’s POVThe cold, hard ground beneath me was the first thing I became aware of as consciousness slowly returned. My head throbbed painfully, and my mouth felt dry like I hadn’t had water in days. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me—Mia’s apartment, the rogues, and Aiden, their sinister leader, looming in the background like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.My wrists stung, and I winced as I realized they were bound tightly by thick, rough ropes. A quick tug confirmed the worst—I wasn’t getting free without help. The air around me was musty, and it smelled like old wood and damp stone. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze from my vision, and looked around.I was lying on the floor of a moving van, the steady hum of the engine making my already-pounding headache even more. I twisted, shifting to get a better view of my surroundings. A few feet away, Otto was slumped against the wall, his face pale and bruised. His eyes were closed, and for a moment, pan
Cana’s POVThe ropes fell to the floor, their release almost silent, but the significance of the moment echoed loudly in my mind. Everything around me stilled. The rogues, who moments ago had been poised to harm me, stood frozen in shock. Even Aiden, the smug leader of this chaotic group, had taken a wary step back, his usual air of confidence faltering for a split second.I didn’t understand what had just happened. One moment, I was helpless, bound by the ritual, and in the next, something within me had snapped. Power surged through my veins, unfamiliar yet intoxicating. I could feel it—alive, pulsating, as though it had always been there, waiting for the right moment to emerge.Aiden’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of pride. “I told you, Cana,” he said, his voice low but dripping with satisfaction. “This power was always inside you. You just needed a little push.”His words felt like ice water running through my veins. The power that I now felt cou
Cana’s POVThe cold wind bit at my skin as I stood there, frozen, staring at the massive figure emerging from the shadows. My heart pounded in my chest, the tension in the air palpable. Zane was still at my side, his eyes sharp and alert as he positioned himself protectively in front of me. But nothing could prepare me for the face that appeared beneath the moonlight.It was him. The Alpha.But not Axel.“Jeremy,” Zane whispered in disbelief, his voice barely audible. His body tensed, instinctively taking a step back. “What are you doing here?”Jeremy, Axel’s older brother, stepped into the clearing, his broad shoulders and imposing frame casting a long shadow on the ground. His red eyes glowed under the pale moonlight, making him appear even more dangerous. Unlike Axel, Jeremy commanded a level of authority and power that felt overwhelming, even from this distance. It was as if the very air bowed to him.A slow, predatory smile spread across Jeremy’s lips, revealing sharp teeth that
Jeremy’s POV The darkness enveloped me like an old friend. It wasn’t something I feared; it was where I thrived. As the shadows swirled around me, I felt the raw energy of Cana’s power pulsing through the bond we shared in that brief moment of contact. The power inside her was even stronger than I had imagined—wild, untamed, and perfect for what I needed. Axel had always been blind to what was right in front of him. His focus on Ivy and the child she carried had made him weak and distracted. But I saw Cana for what she truly was—a force of nature waiting to be unleashed. My brother was too foolish to understand what he’d rejected. Now, it was my turn to claim what was rightfully mine. I watched as Axel and Zane stumbled into the void I had created, trapped by the force of my power. Their desperation was palpable, their efforts pitiful. Axel still clung to his delusions of control, but he had never been able to keep up with me. That was why I left the pack in the first place. Memo
The soft morning sun filtered through the curtains of their modest home in Ashbrook, painting the walls with warm hues of gold and pink. Cana stirred awake, the sound of tiny footsteps pattering down the hallway pulling her from her dreams. A soft giggle followed—a giggle she could recognize anywhere.Cana smiled and turned toward Zane, who was still fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. She reached over to nudge him.“Your daughter is up,” she whispered.Zane groaned but smiled, keeping his eyes closed. “Our daughter,” he corrected, but he didn’t make any effort to move.Cana chuckled and threw the blanket off. “Fine, I’ll get her. But you’re on pancake duty.”That got him to open one eye. “Deal.”As Cana walked toward the living room, she found Peace sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by her stuffed animals. She had one of her birthday presents—a small toy piano—in front of her and was pressing random keys, creating a chaotic but delightful melody.“Good morning, m
EpilogueThe soft hum of laughter and the gentle clinking of glasses filled the air as a warm breeze swept through the backyard. The space was alive with celebration, a reflection of a life rebuilt from the ashes of chaos and pain. Cana adjusted the balloons on the arch for what felt like the tenth time, ensuring they were perfect. She stepped back to admire her handiwork and smiled as her gaze landed on Zane, who had their daughter, Peace, perched high on his shoulders.Peace squealed with uncontainable delight, her tiny hands gripping her father’s thick black hair as he prowled around like a pretend wolf.“Rarrrr! The big bad wolf is coming for you!” Zane growled playfully, eliciting another round of giggles from his daughter.“You’re spoiling her,” Cana teased from across the yard, her tone light and affectionate.Zane looked over, his mischievous grin softening. “She deserves to be spoiled, especially today.”Cana chuckled and shook her head. She loved seeing Zane like this, care
The house was eerily quiet as Cana stood in the middle of the living room, a half-packed box of belongings at her feet. The walls that once bore memories of battles, fleeting moments of laughter, and unshakable grief now felt foreign to her.Her fingers rested there as Zane entered the room, his arms full of folded clothes. He set them down on the couch and studied her face.“You sure about this?” he asked softly, breaking the silence.Cana nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”Zane sighed, leaning back against the couch. “I’ll miss this place, you know. Not everything that happened here, but the good parts. It was home for a while.”“Home isn’t a place, Zane,” Cana replied, her voice steadier now. “It’s us. Wherever we go, that’s home.”Zane smiled at her, but there was a trace of sadness in his expression. He knew leaving the pack was necessary, but it didn’t make saying goodbye any easier.Lionel appeared in the doorway, his ever-present smirk subdued for once. He held a
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the forest that stretched beyond the small town Cana and Zane had called home. The evening breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Cana sat on the back porch of their cabin, a blanket draped over her shoulders, her hands cradling a steaming mug of tea. Zane leaned against the railing, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes fixed on the setting sun.Now that Axel is behind bars for the first time in what felt like years, there was silence. No battles, no cries for help, no looming threats. And yet, the quiet carried its weight.“You’ve been quiet,” Cana said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but carried a trace of concern.Zane turned to her, his expression unreadable. “Just thinking.”“About?”He hesitated for a moment, then pushed off the railing and sat down beside her. “About us. About what comes next.”Cana frowned, setting her mug down on the smal
Cana stirred awake, her body aching and her mind clouded with fragmented memories. The last thing she recalled was the overwhelming rush of power coursing through her veins, her hands shifting into claws, and her body morphing into something primal. She felt the pull of the wolf—a force so ancient and raw that it left her trembling. The familiar scent of cedar and leather told her she was in Zane’s cabin.Her eyes fluttered open to see Zane sitting beside her bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his face etched with worry. His knuckles were bruised, his clothes torn, but his relief was palpable as their gazes met.“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice heavy with emotion.“What happened?” Cana croaked, her throat dry. She winced as she tried to sit up, every muscle in her body screaming in protest.Zane reached for a glass of water on the bedside table and handed it to her. “You shifted, Cana. Fully. Into a wolf.”The words hung in the air, and Cana’s heart raced. She clutched the
Seven Months AgoThe cell was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of rust and despair. Ashley sat slumped against the cold metal wall, her wrists shackled and her expression weary but defiant. She heard footsteps echoing through the corridor and turned her gaze toward the source. Lionel stepped into view, a sly smile curling his lips.“What do you want now?” Ashley snapped, her voice dripping with disdain.Lionel leaned against the bars of her cell, his posture relaxed but his eyes calculating. “You’re the one who replicated wolfsbane,” he began. “What was your intention?”Ashley snorted. “I had no intention. I was just following Jeremy’s orders.”Lionel tilted his head, his smirk unfaltering. “And now that he’s gone? What’s the plan?”Ashley’s lips twitched in a mock smile. “I’ll think about that part when I’m free of these chains.”Lionel chuckled, a low, almost sinister sound. “You know, we don’t necessarily have to be enemies here.”Ashley narrowed her eyes. “What’s that suppo
Axel stormed into his house, his mind swirling with anger and disbelief. The Elders had banished him, taking everything from him without a second thought. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his temper in check, but it was impossible. Everything he had worked for, every plan he had carefully laid out, seemed to be crumbling beneath his feet.“Just wait,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. “I’ll make them all pay. But first, Zane... you will finally pay for always standing in my way.”The next morning, Axel woke to a loud knock on his door. His head was pounding, and his frustration hadn’t waned in the least. He trudged to the door, swinging it open to reveal three figures standing in his doorway: Lionel, Larz, and Akam.They exchanged brief greetings before stepping inside. Axel didn’t bother with pleasantries; his mind was focused solely on one thing.“So, tell us, Axel,” Lionel asked, his voice calm but curious. “Why the rush to kill Zane?”Axel clenched his fists,
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension. Five Elders, each radiating authority, sat in a semicircle as Axel stood before them. His expression was calm, almost smug, as he prepared to deliver what he believed was a triumphant announcement."My Elders," Axel began, his voice steady but laced with an undertone of pride. "I bring good news. I will soon have an heir."The room remained silent for a moment, the Elders exchanging glances. Finally, one spoke. "Why tell us this?"Axel straightened, confidence surging through him. "Because I want to lead my pack again. An heir solidifies my claim to the title of Alpha."A scoff broke the silence. Another Elder, his eyes sharp and unforgiving, leaned forward. "Even after killing your kind? One of your pack?"Axel's confidence faltered, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. How did they know? He wondered, his mind racing."How did you find out?" Axel asked, unable to hide the shock in his voice."That doesn't concern you," the Elder snapp
Cana hadn’t expected Axel to find her so quickly. She had chosen this small, nondescript motel for exactly that reason—to be far enough from the chaos of her past life to be safe, to think, and to plan. But the moment she heard the knock on her door, her stomach sank. She didn’t have to look through the peephole to know who it was.The deep, almost predatory knock sounded again, and with it came the familiar sense of dread that always seemed to follow Axel. She’d seen his manipulations, his lies, his promises. She knew what he was capable of—what he was still capable of, and she couldn’t afford to be caught off guard.Cana opened the door, and there he was, standing in the hallway with a smug smile that made her stomach twist with disgust. Axel, the man who had once been everything to her, was now a reminder of all the worst decisions she had made. His eyes gleamed with that same cold, calculating look that always came right before he dropped the hammer. The same look that had broken