Authors POVDamien sighed sitting back in his chair as the stacks of papers drew a shadow over him. He hated paperwork but since he was here now he could at least go ahead and do what he wanted to do.Just as he was about to get up from his desk, a knock came at his door.The sudden rapping at his door made Damien look up from the papers in front of him. He put them down, crossed to the door and pulled it open. His father's guard was standing there, straight backed with his fist over his chest. "Sir Damien," the guard said nodding his head, "Your father requests you meet him in the stables. Immediately."Damien frowned. "This late?" The guard didn't move, staring at a spot past Damien's left shoulder. "He said to wake you if you were sleeping as it is urgent."Damien sighed but nodded. “I’ll be there with him soon.”The guard bowed before leaving.Damien closed the door and looked into his room as he wondered what his father wanted him for. He grabbed his jacket and wore it as he
Authors POVDamien reached the packhouse as he blitzed in and skidded his horse to a stop in the courtyard. Behind his horse, frozen dirt flew into the air as he jumped down and saw a stable boy coming to him.“Fetch the war council,” he said. “Now.”The boy nodded and ran off as Damien made his way to the packhouse, his boots thudding against the wooden steps. Inside, the great hall was deserted minus a few servants cleaning up. The fire in the hearth had burned almost completely out leaving long shadows on the stone floor.Within moments council members began filing into the chamber. Elder James came first, weighed down by years and a walking stick. Next came Commander Vex, battle scars etched deep in his face. A dozen others took their seat at the long oak table before him."Well?" James rasped. "What news from the Greyfangs?"Damien remained standing at the head of the table. "Alpha Goran has agreed to join us. His warriors will march at dawn."A murmur ran through the council. V
Damien’s POVThe fire crackled in my father's study as we pored over the alliance scrolls. Names, territories, promises made—all written in ink that felt like blood on parchment. I didn’t like the way things were going. It looked too… too easy. Almost like my father was playing right into their traps but he was too blind to see it.As much as I believe he was powerful enough to defend himself… at least I wanted some sort of proof that this would not backfire on us. I hated the fact that I was feeling this way. If he got a whiff of this, he could lose his mind and call me a child for thinking this way.I looked at him as he pored through the books. He wasn’t one for wasting time especially when it came to his territory. "Goran of Greyfang," Father said, tapping one entry. "Hagar of Shadowpaw. These are the only alphas who have joined us against Salvatore. Little I know but powerful enough to show that I’m no pushover.” I nodded, rolling a dagger between my fingers. "The wolves we me
“This is not a romance novel,” I kept telling myself over and over again as the Alpha’s son held my hand. He would not suddenly fall in love with a lowly servant —but I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Sirrela, and I am the bastard daughter of an enemy Alpha, not that anyone in this pack knows. My mother was a simple servant, and of course, when I became old enough, I followed her path as a servant. How my mother, a servant, met my father, an enemy Alpha, is another story for another time. Of course, I do not work at the palace; I do not have the qualifications. Only my mother does. But today, my mother was very ill, and she begged me to cover her shift for her. I’d heard so many stories about Alpha Kane’s palace, and my mother had even confirmed that his son, Lucian, is very handsome and brave. So, of course, my heart was beating fast with anticipation as I brought the glass he’d rung for into his bedroom. He was standing shirtless, facing the window, and I sucked in a b
I stood in the kitchen, the warm smell of eggs and bread filling the tiny house. The sun peeked through the curtains, spilling light onto the wooden floor. My hands moved quickly, flipping the eggs and stirring the porridge.My mother sat at the small table near the window, knitting as usual. Her hands worked fast, but I could tell she wasn’t really focused.“Mama,” I said, breaking the silence, “have you ever had a mate before?”My mother’s hands froze mid-stitch, and she turned to look at me with a raised brow. “Why are you asking that?” she teased, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “Have you found your mate?”I nearly dropped the spatula. “No, Mama! It’s not like that!” I said quickly. My cheeks felt hot, and I turned back to the stove. “I was just wondering... what does it feel like?”mother’s smile softened, but her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if trying to read the unspoken thoughts behind the question. “It’s… it’s a feeling like no other,” mother finally
I had no idea what to expect when I arrived at the Blood Moon Pack. The stories I’d heard about it made it sound like a place where wolves and monsters roamed, and no one was ever really safe. Whispers about their assassins —men and women who could kill without a sound, without even a second thought.The books I read spoke of their eyes, cold and hard, and their unmatched skills in battle. This was the kind of place where even the strongest shivered at the thought of crossing them. My heart beat fast as I walked up to the giant stone gates.I felt my heart race with each step I took closer to the gates . Stone tower walls loomed ahead, like something out of a dark fairytale.When I reached the gates, two guards stood watch. Their eyes were sharp, scanning every inch of me. I felt small under their gaze, but I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t let them turn me away.I had practiced my story in my head over and over again. I was just a messenger with information the Alpha needed to hear
The path back to the Silver Crest Pack was long, quiet, and awkward. The Gamma walked ahead of me, silent and brooding. Every now and then, I glanced at him, hoping he’d say something, but he kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I didn’t exist.The silence wasn’t the kind that let you think clearly. It pressed down on me, making the air harder to breathe. I tried to distract myself with thoughts of Damian, clinging to the belief that his father would accept me. Damian loved me—I was sure of it. His father just needed to see reasons with him , and then everything would work out. The stranger beside me? He was just a precaution. Nothing more.I clung to those thoughts, letting them calm my nerves.But then I’d catch the Gamma’s piercing gaze. His eyes, so sharp and calculating, made my skin crawl. It wasn’t fear—it was something else. He looked at me like I was some silly child playing a game I didn’t understand. I hated that look, and I hated that he didn’t even try to hide it.Finally,
The road to the palace seemed longer than ever, each step heavier than the last. My chest felt like it was caving in, suffocating under the weight of my thoughts. Damian’s promises replayed in my mind, over and over, like a broken record. He swore we’d be together no matter what, that his father wouldn’t stand in our way.I’d opened myself to him in ways I’d never done with anyone else. He was my world, my everything. I’d given him every part of me—body, heart, and soul. Didn’t he know i would do anything for him? Didn’t he see the lengths I’d go to just to keep him by my side? And now... now it felt like he was throwing it all away, tossing me aside like I was nothing.The thought made my heart feel like it was drowning in a sea of pain. My breaths came shallow, and it took everything in me to keep walking.As I approached the palace gates, I wiped at my tear-streaked face. I couldn’t let them see me like this. I straightened my back and plastered on a neutral expression, pretending
Damien’s POVThe fire crackled in my father's study as we pored over the alliance scrolls. Names, territories, promises made—all written in ink that felt like blood on parchment. I didn’t like the way things were going. It looked too… too easy. Almost like my father was playing right into their traps but he was too blind to see it.As much as I believe he was powerful enough to defend himself… at least I wanted some sort of proof that this would not backfire on us. I hated the fact that I was feeling this way. If he got a whiff of this, he could lose his mind and call me a child for thinking this way.I looked at him as he pored through the books. He wasn’t one for wasting time especially when it came to his territory. "Goran of Greyfang," Father said, tapping one entry. "Hagar of Shadowpaw. These are the only alphas who have joined us against Salvatore. Little I know but powerful enough to show that I’m no pushover.” I nodded, rolling a dagger between my fingers. "The wolves we me
Authors POVDamien reached the packhouse as he blitzed in and skidded his horse to a stop in the courtyard. Behind his horse, frozen dirt flew into the air as he jumped down and saw a stable boy coming to him.“Fetch the war council,” he said. “Now.”The boy nodded and ran off as Damien made his way to the packhouse, his boots thudding against the wooden steps. Inside, the great hall was deserted minus a few servants cleaning up. The fire in the hearth had burned almost completely out leaving long shadows on the stone floor.Within moments council members began filing into the chamber. Elder James came first, weighed down by years and a walking stick. Next came Commander Vex, battle scars etched deep in his face. A dozen others took their seat at the long oak table before him."Well?" James rasped. "What news from the Greyfangs?"Damien remained standing at the head of the table. "Alpha Goran has agreed to join us. His warriors will march at dawn."A murmur ran through the council. V
Authors POVDamien sighed sitting back in his chair as the stacks of papers drew a shadow over him. He hated paperwork but since he was here now he could at least go ahead and do what he wanted to do.Just as he was about to get up from his desk, a knock came at his door.The sudden rapping at his door made Damien look up from the papers in front of him. He put them down, crossed to the door and pulled it open. His father's guard was standing there, straight backed with his fist over his chest. "Sir Damien," the guard said nodding his head, "Your father requests you meet him in the stables. Immediately."Damien frowned. "This late?" The guard didn't move, staring at a spot past Damien's left shoulder. "He said to wake you if you were sleeping as it is urgent."Damien sighed but nodded. “I’ll be there with him soon.”The guard bowed before leaving.Damien closed the door and looked into his room as he wondered what his father wanted him for. He grabbed his jacket and wore it as he
Sirella’s POVKieran’s hands gripped my shoulders, his eyes burning with quiet fury.“I’m going back,” he said. “You don’t need to worry about anything. Just let me handle what I’m supposed to handle.”I shoved him away. “Are you insane?”Before he could answer I hit his chest and pushed him back again with more force than necessary this time.“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You want to die?! Is that it?! You are so tired of life that you just want to go and throw it all away for nothing. And go what? What do you have to prove so bad?”“I’m doing this for us.”I scoffed. “Don’t try to justify that stupid excuse. You’re fucking shit up by going to him. He will kill you.”“No.” His voice was flat, emotionless. “I’m his warrior. His assassin. He’ll allow me entry. And that is when I’ll get in and do my bidding.”My stomach twisted. “He’ll kill you.”Kieran smiled, though it was a dark, dangerous thing. “Not if I kill him first.”We sat by the fire, the smoke heavy in the air as he loo
Kieran's POVI shrugged my coat on, but her small hand closed around my wrist. Her touch burned through the sleeve. "Please." That one word almost broke me.Gently I pulled free and opened the door. “Later.” The door slammed with a thick thud behind me as the night slapped my face cruelly with cold. I didn’t head east. I ran west into the forest.Branches whipped at my face and arms. I ran blind, ignoring the pain of the branches slapping against me. My lungs burned. The stitch in my side where Sirella had punched me throbbed painfully with every breath I took.Still I ran.Soon I got to a small clearing as I stopped and sat down to rest.I picked up a rock and skittered it across a pond aS it echoed through the forest.A snap of twigs behind me had me turning around to see what was going on, but I didn’t see anything. Just my imagination. Or maybe guilt.Scrunching my back to a pine, I kept lowering myself until I was almost lying down and facing the sky. The bark scraped the bac
Kieran's POVThe forest was filled with the damp odor of rotting leaves. I was breathing heavily; the pain in my knuckles was intense. It had been a long time since I had been involved in a real slugfest.She’s getting to be too damned good at this, I thought, and she struck me again.I watched her circle me, her bare feet kicking up little puffs of dust with every step. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. The moonlight caught the beads of sweat on her collarbone, making her skin glow.My mouth went completely dry."Are you even trying?" she repeated in a low voice.The question hit harder than any of her punches. I looked away, pretending to adjust my wrist wraps. “We should spar more.”I reset my stance, and a snap from a twig under my boot was the only sound in the night as I readied myself to attack her.Sirella narrowed her eyes. “That’s not an answer.” My own heartbeat grew so loud in my ears I could barely hear anything else. They thumped like war drums as I tr
Kieran's POVThe sun crested the mountaintop and beat down as we entered the small clearing in the forest. Sirella shifted her backpack she had carried and dropped it onto the ground and readied her staff, twirling it in her hand. “We don’t want to make any hasty decisions,” she cautioned.I took my own staff from the weapon rack by the corner close to the axe. “Three days isn’t much to determine some kind of decision but we need to make sure we are ready.” “Then get ready to make the most of it.” She settled into a fighting stance. “Attack me.”I swung first—testing her strength. She blocked easily, the wood cracking loud in the quiet forest. “You've gotten better,” I noted, circling her.She smirked. "Had a good teacher." Another swing. Another block. This time she countered fast, nearly catching my ribs. I barely dodged her but smiled."Numbers," I managed to wheeze, blocking another blow from Sirella as I spoke. "Donovan has numbers. We have… what? Just us?"Sirella faked a th
Kieran's POVWe laid together on top of the bed, looking up at the wooden ceiling. Designs of new light traveled over the uneven slabs, and I thought how odd it was—just to be alive with each other."Do you ever think about what you actually want?" I said.“I don’t get?”“Do you ever think about what we’ll do… after? I mean like… after all this. If we win.” I gestured vaguely upward. “No, you tell me first,” she said, propping herself up on one elbow. “What does a perfect life look to Kieran?”I kept my eyes on the wood of the ceiling and focused on the grain in a particular knot. “Small house,” I said slowly. “Near mountains. No one bothering me. Good weapons.” I shrugged. “Better food.”She laughed. "That's it? No pack? No family?" I shrugged. "Hadn't thought that far."“Let me guess - you’d sit out on the porch and glare at anyone who came near you?”“Damn straight.”She flopped back down, still giggling. "Mine's different." "Yeah?" “I want a big garden,” she said, her eyes tr
Kieran's POVThe bodies laid at my feet, their blood seeping warmly into the dry earth of the forest floor. I crouched down and wiped my knife clean on the cool green grass, already thinking.Can't leave them here. Can't burn them — smoke would bring more. It would be like a signal drawing them close to me.I pulled the first killer along by his feet, bumping him over the roots in the trees. My side was on fire from where he had sliced me with his blade, but I didn't care. The pain meant nothing.It seemed like an eternity later when I came to the edge of the cliffs, a straight fall into shadow beneath me. I threw them over, one after another, until they vanished in thin air.Their weapons I kept. Knives, daggers, that strange little spear they'd used to kill themselves. I turned them over in my hands, looking for markings. Nothing.Of course.Salvatore wasn't stupid. He wouldn't have left any evidence behind.I sheathed the knives in my belt and turned to go back to the hut. The sun