The next morning, Gam and I went to my home, so I could see my mum and fill her in on our current situation.When we got to our modest ground floor, two-bedroom house that my mum had worked very hard to furnish, and make a home that I always identified with peace and happiness despite all of our struggles, I all of a sudden dreaded going in to see her. I still had so many unknowns, so many unanswered questions that I knew my mum would ask, hell, I always had her curious streak, right from birth.How am I going to answer her questions, when I don’t even have the full idea of what happened? Or what is still happening? Could I ever tell her about Damien? I asked myself.No, not yet. Whenever such a detail is important, I’ll mention it, but until then, that’s my heartache to bear, on my own, I concluded.Gam and I stood side by side in front of the door, and, oddly enough, his presence was… oddly comforting.Mate… my wolf purred inside me.Don’t even think about it, Reahn… I thought, addre
SIRELLAHe backed away then, but not because of my mom. His phone was ringing.“Sirella! What is really going on?” My mother’s voice pulled me back, and it was only then I really stopped to look at her.She looked exhausted, dark circles shadowing her eyes, her skin pale and dull—worse than when she was sick.I shook my head. She didn’t need my worries on top of whatever was already weighing her down. “It’s you I’m worried about. You don’t look too good—”“I’m fine,” she cut in quickly. Too quickly. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong.I took a deep breath. “Mom, if you—”“Sirella, I said I’m fine. Now let’s talk about you. Who’s that man outside? Is he your mate? Did the Moon pair you with that brute?”“No, Mom, he’s not my mate,” I sighed. At least, I didn’t know yet if he was a mate or a mark.I hesitated before continuing. “Mom, I’m working on something for the Alpha’s son. I’m working with that guy over there, so I may not be coming home often. I’m telling you now so you don’t
SIRELLAIf there was one thing I was sure about, it was that this man was definitely a trained killer. His aura alone sent chills down my spine.I woke up in complete darkness. The air was heavy with the scent of damp wood and something else—Blood? I wasn’t sure, but the thought made my stomach turn . I blinked, trying to adjust to the void around me, but there was nothing. No light, no shadows, just pitch black.I wanted to scream. My throat burned with the urge to let out all my fear and frustration, but I forced myself to stay quiet. I had no idea where I was or who else could be here. One wrong move, one loud sound, and I could be dead before I even figured out how to escape.How did I get here? Why did I let this happen? All because of Damien.My life had been quiet and peaceful before I met him. He took my heart, my trust, my innocence—and then tossed me aside like I was nothing. Now, I was trapped in this nightmare, caught in a Moonbane mission I never asked for.And my mother
I couldn’t sleep all night. Every time I closed my eyes, the same thoughts plagued my mind. Was this my life now? Stuck in the middle of nowhere, training for a mission I didn’t even understand? How long were we going to be here?The moment the first rays of sunlight crept through the small window, I knew sleep had officially left me. My body ached in places I hadn’t expected to be sore. With a groan, I forced myself to sit up. The small bed I laid on felt stiff , much like the man who had forced me into this situation.I pushed myself to my feet and walked to the window, my fingers gripping the wooden frame as I stared outside. The scenery was breathtaking. Tall trees surrounded the cabin, their leaves moving lazily in the morning breeze. For a second, I allowed myself to take in the beauty of the wilderness.But reality crashed down on me just as quickly. I had no idea where we were. Was this still Alpha Damien’s pack territory, or had we crossed into the Blood Moon Pack’s land? Th
The sun was setting by the time he woke up. He stepped out of the cabin, wearing fresh shorts and a tank top, his grumpy expression making it clear he had just woken from a deep sleep. For once, the sharp edge he usually carried was dulled, softened by the haze of sleep. In that moment, he looked less like the cold, ruthless warrior I had come to know and more like a big, muscular baby. My wolf reacted instinctively, a low purr rumbling in my chest. I forced it down. This was ridiculous.He moved to the small wooden porch outside the cabin and sat down, his sharp eyes locking onto me. "What have you done today?" His voice was low but carried the same authoritative weight it always did. Just like that, the softness from before was gone, replaced by his usual cold demeanor.Come to think of it, he had never once called me by my name. I didn't even know how it would sound on his lips. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it—but I was curious nonetheless."Can I get my food, please?"I froze
I woke up to the sweet smell of porridge. The night had moved so fast. You know when the days feel longer and the nights feel shorter? That’s exactly how it felt. But even with how short the night seemed, I woke up more confused than ever.I couldn’t remember if last night was a dream or reality. He had said some things—things I couldn’t quite recall—but I remembered one thing clearly: he had called me by my name. Sirella.It sounded so good in my ears.For some reason, I woke up in a good mood, like I had finally been acknowledged. Accepted. Like the heavy tension between us had broken, even if just a little. I felt lighter, free to be myself to a degree.It was a feeling of comfort I hadn’t felt since I arrived at the cabin. I found myself humming my favorite tune as I got out of bed and went to freshen up.I frowned every time I wore his clothes because of how big they were on me. But today, I picked the dress I had worn on my first night here. I even made an effort to style my hair
He got back home when it was getting dark, returning with a deer slung over his shoulders. I’ve always wondered how he hunts—he never comes home empty-handed. He doesn’t use a gun like normal hunters. Instead, he relies on ancient weapons like bows and arrows, spears, and daggers. He must be a master at it, I thought to myself, watching him with the little strength I had left.I hadn’t eaten all day. I was still sitting at the table where he had left me, contemplating my life, trying to analyze the food and detect the poison. After hours of staring at the plates, my head aching from the effort, I gave up. There was no way for me to figure it out. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of slowly dying in this forest, proving his point that I was weak.I weighed my options. On one hand, if I ate, at least I’d have food in my stomach. But at what cost? There was no doctor around. If I chose wrong, I’d be dead. I couldn’t risk it. I’d rather starve than take that chance.He dropped t
This went on for two more days. Something in me started feeling confident, like I was becoming a guru at detecting poisons. I had chosen correctly—the meal without poison—for four days now. Maybe his training was actually working, even though I figured it out all on my own. He always smiled when he came back home and saw that I had eaten, which meant I had picked the correct plate.Today was the fifth day. Same drill. I was sure, confident, already planning my revenge so I could finally leave.He placed two meals on my side of the table and one for himself. This time, I didn’t wait for him to leave before eating. I ate while he was eating. He’d pause midway, look at me, smirk and then continue his meal. I wondered why he did this. Eventually, I picked the plate on my left side.We ate in silence until, after a few minutes, I felt a painful sensation in my stomach. It started slowly, the pain level increasing as time went by until it became unbearable. I couldn’t help it—I immediately
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