Serena’s PoV
I stood at the edge of the camp Joachim had given us guests to stay. The plague had taken its toll on us, leaving everyone on edge. They were nervous and even unbelieving of better days. I rubbed my temple, worried that one day, their feelings might be correct.
“Serena,” Zone called out, breaking me away from my rancid thoughts. “The patrol spotted movement in the forest.”
“What kind of movement?” I asked.
“Infected wolves,” he said grimly.
It’s almost like we were now used to this life so it was not a surprise to me. “We’ll handle it,” I said grimly.
“I just wonder when these crazy attacks would stop. I’m hella tired of them I swear to you.” Zone confessed.
“I don’t know that answer to your question, Zone. I wish I knew.” I replied tiredly.
When we arrived at the forest, the attack came faster than any
Serena’s POVThe next morning, I jogged along the perimeter of the camp. My thoughts were filled only with uncertainty. Every step felt like an attempt to outrun the guilt of Zone’s sacrifice and the prophecy Draven had shared.My body ached, my Wolfmother instincts sharpened with every passing day, but I pushed myself harder. The pack needed me to be strong, even when I wasn’t sure I could be.I slowed down near the eastern border, catching my breath as the first rays of sunlight appeared. That’s when I heard it—a low, labored groan from the forest. My heart stopped.“Zone?” I whispered.I ran towards the sound, my legs moved before my mind could fully process the possibility. And then I saw him.Zone staggered out of the trees, his body covered in wounds and dried blood. His clothes were torn, and his usually sharp eyes were clouded with pain, but he was alive.“Zone!” I ran towa
Serena’s POVThe forest was around us as we made our way toward the witches’ stronghold. There was tension in the air and every sound was amplified by the gravity of what lay ahead. Rachel walked beside me, her face was pale yet she had determination written all over it.Behind us, Ardan and Zone exchanged quiet words with a lowered and serious tone.I clutched my stomach instinctively, the life growing inside me was a constant reminder of how much was at stake. My thoughts were only of doubt and fear. Could I lead them into battle knowing I might not return? And what if Gloria’s spirit was right—what if my child was destined to bring destruction instead of unity?“Serena,” Ardan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He had moved closer with piercing gaze locking onto mine. “We’ll get through this. Together.”I nodded, though I wasn’t completely certain. I wanted to believe him, but Gl
Serena’s PoVThe dawn was breaking and the first light of the day fell on the camp in a bright golden colour. The air finally felt like there was no longer a huge weight on top of us, a burden that had been there for years. The witches had been defeated and plague had been eradicated, as if the world had reached a sigh of relief. However, it does not end with this triumph, but instead, the process of recovering begins here.I was near the edge of the camp when I saw members of different packs helping each other gather branches, stones and other materials to form a brand new shelter for the rogue pack as a form of thanks. They sang in melody as they did. My fingers touched my belly, as if to reassure me of the developing life within me.When I considered the fact that I would soon have a child, I felt an odd combination of something. These are the emotions, which I associate with fear, uncertainty, and an unshakable desire to shield those I love. The truth
Serena’s PoVIt was still early morning and the weather was chilly as I came out; my hands went towards my enlarged belly. It had become a much quieter camp in the following weeks after the annihilation of Gloria’s magic as well as the removal of the plague. For the first time in a long time, wolves from Ardan’s pack, the rogues, and the refugees joined each other in constructing homes and clearing wreckage. However, I could not feel at ease; it was as if a storm was brewing in the background.“Serena,” Rachel’s voice called for me from behind. I turned to see her walking towards me with a basket of herbs in her hands. Her cheeks were red, and I could not even let myself not notice how she was looking at Zone, who was busy with strengthening the outer line of defence.“Rachel,” I said with a smile, pointing at Zone. “You should go talk to him.”She blushed, negating the statement with subtle head movements. “I am overwhelmed by the work load at the moment.”“Rachel,” I said in a stern
Ardan’s PoVIt was already the middle of day when the sun was setting over the camp. Most wolves were already out hunting for food and more supplies. Serena and I walked side by side with her arm linked through mine. Her stomach had gotten big. It had been months of quiet, a stillness that was rare and cherished in our pack..“It actually feels kinda suspicious that it has been so quiet”, Serena spoke.“Don’t jinx it,” I joked, holding her hand gently.She laughed.”Have you given more consideration to the names?” she asked lifting her head slightly to look at me.“For the baby?” I pretended to think deeply. “If it’s a girl, I was thinking it would be good if we could name her Evelyn.”Serena came to a halt and looked at me with a warm smile manifesting on her lips. “Evelyn?”I nodded. “It feels... right. A name that conveys strength along with elegance.”“And if it’s a boy?” she asked further, raising her eyebrow with a teasing smirk on her lips.I grinned. “Ardan Jr., of course.”Se
ARDAN’s PoVIt was a silent night. Evelyn started to wake up in my arms as I was swaying her back and forth. Her baby-like hands clutched the collar of my shirt. As small as she was, she had no idea the burden she had on her back.“You are safe,” I murmured, tracing the brim of her cheek with my thumb. “Oh, I’ll see to it that you remain like that.”She only breathed gently and deeply in the silence of the night. At that moment, our world was peaceful, as if the turbulences and tragic events which had occurred in the past several months were just a nightmare.That moment did not last long and it was ruined by the appearance of Draven in the tent. He looked rather serious and did not have the usual relaxed character that he usually possessed.“What is it, Draven?” I asked, although deep inside I didn’t know if I really wished to hear what they had to say.He paused for a moment, staring blindly before his gaze shifted to Evelyn. “It’s about your daughter.”Instantly, I stiffened and my
Ardan’s PoV17 years laterOver the years, my pack and Joachim’s have been able to coexist in the same territory but different lands. We had rebuild enough that were no longer staying in tents but high rise buildings.I sat comfortably settled behind my desk sifting through maps and reports. The years had not been completely kind to me. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, seventeen years of leading a fractured pack, of raising Evelyn alone, of waiting—always waiting—for Serena to wake.My contemplations were cut short by the appearance of Alpha Joachim. Standing at the entrance, he entered through the doorway, with his face as scowled as ever.“Ardan,” Joachim greeted.“Joachim,” I confirmed, pointing to the seat near me to let him know to sit down. “What brings you here?”Joachim unrolled a parchment and laid it flat on the table. “We must talk about these unpredictable associations we’ve been hearing about. Threats that are outside of our borders are increasing. It is
Ardan PoVSeventeen years. It has been seventeen years of struggle and longing for Serena to regain consciousness. I waited for her, did not lose faith. But in recent days, something inside me changed. The council elders had been clear: Being too concerned of Serena and our family, I was putting the pack at risk. They thought that my leadership had diminished, that I was no longer an Alpha but someone whose wife has just died.And maybe they were right. I had taken a decision which is very painful for any mate – to shut the door on my heart. In my mind, I knew and forced myself to believe that Serena would never wake up from such a state. That was the only option I had because I could not continue with my life the way it was before. Yet that decision had established a barrier between me and my daughter, Evelyn.One day, I stood, observing the hunters as they came back. As I looked into the eyes of each hunter I managed to greet them with a nod; the last one in line was Marcus.At twen
Evelyn PoVAt first, I had not thought that Gilly's story would turn out to be so tragic. I thought I was merely doing my mother a favour: I was releasing a spirit and giving peace to the pack. But every single step I took in the direction of solving was heavy with shadows that just threw more secrets in my direction. I could feel the darkness circling in, twisting me into a hangman's noose.The old records of the pack were dusty and brittle, worn yellow with age. Weeks I spent in the archives bent over a desk deciphering the scribbled handwriting and cryptic notes. Draven helped where he could, his fingers dancing over ancient texts while I pieced together, bit by bit, the fragmented history of Gilly's downfall.It started innocent enough. Gilly was loved; with those attributes of kindness and strength, she was never really a natural leader. Somehow respect turned to jealousy, and jealousy turned to betrayal. The swirling in the ancient documents held very hostile stories of a family
Authors PoVThey started like whispers in the night.In the stillness of sleep, they forced their way into her brain to take her through dark and twisted visions. Some shadows curled around her, cold and snake-like; their touch glided over the rippling skin and left frosted impressions behind. The dreams picked their way through her nightmares the same way—her pack in chains, expressionless and with eyes like black pits; there was someone ahead, a person cloaked in shadows.The figure's face shifted and distorted; at one time it would be reminiscent of Gilly with her soft features, at another of Gloria, with that awful smirk. She would desperately attempt to run, to scream, but either the land would crumble beneath her feet, swallowing her whole in the world, until she woke up gasping for air.The dreams haunted her daily, tormenting her with the reality of the world outside the realm of sleep. Gilly's spirit seemed to linger in the edges of reality sewn into the very fabric that woul
Evelyn PoVThe truth sat heavy on my chest, a stone sinking into dark waters. Gilly's voice lingered in my mind, a soft, desperate whisper threading through my thoughts even as I went through the motions of daily life. The blood of the betrayed will break the chains.Those words had been haunting me ever since the ritual with Draven, every syllable a jigsaw puzzle piece that refused to fit. What betrayal? Whose blood? The answers I sorely craved could only be unearthed by digging deeper into Gilly's past, the life which she had led before Gloria's darkness swallowed her whole.I started my search among the old documents located in the pack's ancient archive building where old books and fragile scrolls blended their aged scent with forgotten tales. For hours I studied the pack's historical records that included birth and death records as well as political alliances and loyalty breakdowns. Being careful with my page turns made me sharply conscious that the sound of crinkling pages carri
Evelyn PoVWas this a mere figment of my imagination?… Gilly’s voice had become an echo that trickled into the stillness, catching me unawares. The torment did not even allow me peace in sleep. I would close my eyes, and her voice would take me into shadowed dreams-corridors layered in darkness, chains clanking in the distance."Evelyn."It now sounded weak and soft, no more than an echo but soon merely a whisper grazing my skin. Jerking upright in bed, I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders."Wh-What do you want from me?" I whispered back, my voice lost in the dark.Silence.I woke up abruptly from my bed before drawing the blanket closer to protect my shoulders."What do you want from me?" I demanded quietly. I managed to answer him but my words vanished into the darkness.Silence.I clenched my fists. “If you’re real I need to see you to be sure.”The air moved through the room as the window remained closed. The candle flame moved in an unexpected sideways wave as though
Evelyn’s PoVAs I came to stand amidst the rubble of Odessa’s fortress, there rioted smells of smoke and blood. The bodies of both friends and foes lay scattered on the ground from a battle that, to me, seemed less a victory than a doomsday. My body screamed for peace, and the tightness of every muscle felt unbearable; yet it could hardly compare with the turmoil within me.Finian stood a few paces away, his eyes piercing into mine. His expression was inscrutable-somewhere between hope and acceptance. His knuckles were bruised, his hair caked with dirt, and yet still he seemed the bedrock I have leaned upon during my stay with the pack at Odessa. He had saved me countless times, and now, standing before freedom, I no longer knew where we stood.And then there was Marcus.He emerged from the smoke like an apparition. Relief, pain, and something else—something much deeper, something older, much older—were stamped on his face, making my chest tighten. The last rays of sunlight broke thro
Author PoVBefore sentries had time to alert their camp the arrows struck their targets. The wolves crashed into each other while they shifted as their howls unified their counterparts.Inside the fortress, Evelyn felt it. The vibrations of battle were within her, through the stone walls, deep and low; she felt a low hum settle deep into her bones. She was clasped in silver chains burning against the skin, watching Finian about to die.One of the guards entered the room quickly, his face extremely pale. "We are under attack!"Odessa's face hardened, "By whom?""Callum and his people… he’s alive my alpha. And the Red Blood Moon pack."Odessa's lips twisted into a snarl. "Then they have come to die." She turned toward Evelyn, handing her a dagger she had drawn from her belt. "I ought to kill you. But I will save you for last.”Evelyn then looked into Odessa's eyes, her fear burning away and replaced by determination. "No, I will save you for last.”Then the ambush began. Callum and Ryan
Author PoVThe woods was dark as Marcus and Luca passed through the underbrush in silence. Marcus’s heart thudded against his ribs, with a steady caution. He glanced toward Luca, who had graduated from one stern face of determination to intent.They had been trudging through the woods for hours on nothing more than scraps of intelligence and the stubborn pull of hope. Ryan's rogues had pointed them in the right direction but were ultimately not adventurous enough to try to approach the Red Blood Moon pack directly. After all, Odessa's territory was a death trap of sorts. Even the most adventurous rogues knew better than to cross her borders without sufficient cause.The moonlight was just enough to see the outlines of makeshift tents and some shadows on watch. Marcus motioned for Luca to keep it low and crouched behind some ferns to take in the camp."Do you see her?" Luca whispered in a voice so faint it was almost a sigh."Not yet," Marcus ground out, struggling to make each breath
Serena’s PoVTears stung my eyes, and I woke up in a start with broken breath as the persistence of the dream clung to me. In this muted room, shadows danced upon the wall; for a second, I was hardly certain of where I stood. The dream had borne the reality—Odessa, her eyes bright with evil gleam, standing atop a heap of bones. Her army, a roar of growling rogues and defiled creatures spread out to the last sight. And then there was Evelyn... Evelyn was there, firmly standing by the side of Odessa, the empty look on her face an undercover of madness.I put my trembling hand over my forehead, it was sweating. This dream wasn't just a figment of imagination; it was a warning.I pushed aside the thick furs, stood, and went to the unbarred window. The pack grounds lay quiet, a deceitful calm before a storm. My instincts screeched like a mother's intuition that something far worse than what we had imagined was in the making.If only I could make Ardan see it too.But Ardan... he was no lon
Evelyn’s PoVThe dagger felt heavy and cold in my palm. Odessa’s cold demand rang in my ears. Kill Callum. Bring me his head. This wasn’t a test or ,twisted game to see how far I would go to prove my loyalties. I just had to do it. I knew I had to do it.If I turned it down, she would turn against me. If I carried out her order, I would lose the only ally I had managed to win over. Either way, she would win.Not this time.Finian walked beside me as we traveled through the thick forest. His expression was a mixture of concern and determination. He had not questioned me for warning Callum. He had not hollered when I insisted we needed to fake a death, to give like a disguise for the purpose of tricking Odessa into believing I had done my job. Instead, he nodded, affirming my sense of loyalty."Are you sure it will work?" he asked softly."It must." I responded. "If Odessa realises we lied to her, we would be dead."