IRIS'S POVCALL OF DUTYI barely had a chance to ask Gavin's mum about what Ciara had said. The tension from breakfast still lingered in the air, and my thoughts buzzed like a swarm of angry bees.Was it really true that Gavin couldn't change into his wolf form? I wanted to dismiss it as just another one of Ciara’s lies, but something about the way she said it made me doubt.Just then, my phone rang, interrupting my spiralling thoughts. Helen’s name flashed on the screen. I sighed, answering quickly.“Iris, your father wants to see you,” Helen said, her tone a mixture of business and friendship. She’s always been good at balancing the two, but right now I wasn’t in the mood.My father rarely called unless it was for something serious, or something that was about to make my life more complicated.I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Great. What now?"She paused, maybe sensing my irritation. “He’s waiting at the greenhouse. It's important.”Important. Of course. When wasn’t it? “Thanks, He
IRIS'S POVFIRE EMERGENCYI could feel the tension radiating from the officials, their disapproval thick in the air, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let them dictate my life.“You always involve the officials when it comes to me,” I said, my voice steady but filled with emotion.“We can’t even have a conversation as father and daughter without it being about politics or the pack. I’ve earned this moment, Father. And I’ll have my coronation, but not like this. Not today. Not because you say it’s time, but because I decide it’s time.”For a long moment, no one spoke. The officials seemed too stunned to say anything, and my father... Well, he looked at me like he was seeing someone else. Someone he wasn’t sure he recognized anymore.“I’ll be Luna,” I repeated, locking eyes with him. “But only when I’m ready.”With that, I turned on my heel and walked out of the greenhouse, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t go
IRIS'S POVROGUES STRIKE AGAINThe roads seemed longer than usual, the minutes stretching painfully. My phone sat on the passenger seat, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off the road to call Gavin again.I had tried three times already, and each time it had gone straight to voicemail. I prayed that he was safe, that I would find him waiting for me when I arrived, standing strong like he always was.But deep down, the fear wouldn’t leave me.The wind outside picked up as I got closer to the pack’s territory, and soon I could see thick clouds of smoke rising in the distance. My heart lurched in my chest. It was worse than I had imagined.As I neared the Blue Moon Pack, the smell of smoke filled the air, sharp and acrid, and the sky above was tinted with a dark, menacing orange.I could see the flicker of flames in the distance, growing and twisting like a monster devouring everything in its path. The fire had spread fast, faster than I thought possible.I reached the outskirts of the pack
IRIS'S POVDEDICATION“We need to rebuild, but we also need to prepare,” I continued. “We don’t know if they’ll strike again, and we can’t afford to be caught off guard. I want patrols doubled on all borders, and I want every able-bodied wolf trained and ready for anything.”There were nods of agreement, but I could still see the fear in their eyes. The uncertainty.As the meeting continued, plans were made, assignments given, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about Gavin. Where was he? Why hadn’t he called or texted me? And more than that… What would I do if he didn’t?When the meeting finally ended, I stood alone in the empty hall, staring out into the night. The fire was out, but the scars it had left behind would remain for a long time.And somewhere in the darkness, I knew that our enemies were watching, waiting for their next move.But so was I.And this time, I will be ready.The room emptied slowly, but I stayed behind, rooted to the spot. The weight of the f
GAVIN'S POVA LIFE, FOR MY POWERSI left Iris alone in the mansion this morning. It was only our second day as husband and wife, and I should’ve been there, with her, planning our honeymoon.Instead, I was rushing out before the sun even rose, chasing a resolution to a curse that’s haunted me for years. I hated myself for it, but it had to be done.The curse was a weight around my neck, something that affected not only me but everyone I cared about, including Iris.Jerry was by my side. He always had my back, and today was no different. We were following the witch.She wasn’t exactly someone you’d want to spend time with. She was rude, cold, and made it clear she didn’t like me. And I didn’t blame her.Years ago, when I had confronted her pack, things got messy. The older witches retaliated, placing a curse on me that made it impossible to transform into my wolf form. Without my powers, I was vulnerable, a wolf trapped in human skin.The witch hadn’t forgotten the past, and every side
GAVIN'S POVIRIS LEFT?The witches' eyes glinted with dark amusement as they watched my inner turmoil. They enjoyed this, watching me wrestle with my own conscience, knowing the power they held over me.“Make your choice,” the lead witch said, her voice low and dangerous. “But know this—our offer won’t stand forever.”I turned away from them, pacing at the edge of the clearing, my mind spinning. Iris. I could see her face in my mind, her smile, the way she looked at me with such love and trust. She didn’t know about any of this.She didn’t know what I had been keeping from her, the curse, the danger that followed me like a shadow. If I went back to her like this, cursed, vulnerable, I couldn’t protect her from the threats that were bound to come our way.But if I went back with blood on my hands… would she even recognize the man I had become?Jerry was watching me closely, his expression tight. He didn’t need to say it. He knew what was at stake, but he was hoping, probably praying th
GAVIN'S POVREMINI didn’t wait for the sun to fully rise before I set out to find Iris.When the maid told me Iris had already left the house, my stomach dropped. I thought of the worst possible scenarios in that split second, had she left me? Was she that upset with me?“She’s gone to attend to some duties at the Blue Moon Pack,” the maid added quickly, probably sensed my panicking last night.I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my nerves. The Blue Moon Pack. That made sense. Iris was responsible and level-headed, always thinking of her people, even when I was being a disaster.Still, the guilt gnawed at me. We were supposed to be planning our honeymoon, not dodging curses and witches and everything in between.I grabbed my keys and made my way to the car, my mind racing with what I would say to her. Apologies felt hollow after everything I had put her through.She deserved more than an apology. I had disappeared without a word, without a text, and left her wondering where I’d gone on
GAVIN'S POVI'M SORRY WIFEYAs I sat there, I kept running over what I would say to her. How would I explain my silence, my absence? How could I convince her that everything I did was to protect us, to find a way out of this nightmare?But the truth was, I didn’t even know how to protect her from this. I was still as lost as I had been the day the witches cursed me.By the time I reached the building, my heart was racing again. I paused outside, taking a deep breath before stepping through the door.And there she was.Iris stood at the far end of the room, talking to one of the Blue Moon elders. She looked as composed as ever, her posture straight, her voice calm, but I could see the strain in her eyes.She hadn’t slept well. Maybe she hadn’t slept at all. I swallowed hard, guilt washing over me.As if sensing my presence, she turned toward me, her eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, neither of us moved. There was no anger in her expression, just exhaustion. And maybe a little hurt.
*NO POV* HAPPY EVER AFTER The next morning dawned clear and bright, the warmth of sunlight filling the hospital room where Gavin’s mother, Mrs. Russell, lay resting. Gavin, Iris, and the kids entered, greeted by her gentle smile. Lyra and Logan rushed to their grandmother’s side, their laughter filling the room as they shared stories of their bravery, their voices animated and full of life. Mrs. Russell’s laughter was a soft sound, joyful and content as she listened to her grandchildren, her heart brimming with pride and relief. Iris watched the scene with a smile, holding Gavin’s hand as they stood by. It was a moment of family, of love, and of hope, one she’d longed for but hadn’t allowed herself to truly believe could happen. And now, it was here. The threat of Tyler was gone, and they could finally start to heal, to rebuild, and to look forward without the shadow of fear hanging over them. Just as they were leaving the hospital, Iris’s phone buzzed, and she saw her father’s
GAVIN'S POV BATTLE WON Night had come and the moon shone on the war ground. It was cool and dark, and the clearing was quiet before the storm. Iris and I alongside Iris's father, took our wolf forms, our muscles tense, eyes gleaming with fury and determination. Tyler’s rogue wolves surrounded us, an overwhelming number against only three, but that didn’t matter. We were here to end this, and they would do it together. Tyler, towering and ruthless, commanded his wolves forward, sneering with a dark pleasure as the ambush ensued. The fight was brutal, claws tearing into flesh, growls echoing through the trees, and the thick scent of blood filling the air. Each wolf knew their place in this battle, and none were willing to give an inch. Iris fought with the strength of every wrong she’d suffered, every harm Tyler had caused. She had only just discovered that this twisted man was her stepbrother, a revelation that was almost incomprehensible. But the bond of blood didn’t erase his
JERRY'S POV SAVED The dim corridors seemed endless, but Helen and I kept moving, pushing through each door, each obstacle, with only one thought in our minds—finding Lyra and Logan. The scent trail was faint but clear enough for us to follow, mixed with the reek of rogues we’d taken down along the way. My hands were still shaking from adrenaline as we moved swiftly through this maze, hearts pounding. Just then, we caught sight of a room ahead, voices muffled behind the thick door. I motioned for Helen to stay quiet as we moved closer, pressing my ear against the door. I heard a voice, shrill and taunting, and my blood ran cold as it registered. It couldn’t be… Ciara. She was supposed to be dead, lost in the flames at the station. Yet, there she was, alive, and from the sound of it, taking pleasure in tormenting Gavin’s kids. My jaw clenched, a mix of rage and shock roiling inside me. “Jerry… is that…?” Helen’s voice was barely a whisper, her expression as horrified as mine. “Y
GAVIN'S POV The walls of the cell pressed in on me, cold and unyielding, as Jerry and I worked tirelessly to remove the device clamped around our necks. Every time I twisted my fingers around its edges, a fresh surge of anger rushed through me, fueling me to keep trying even though the damn thing wouldn’t budge. I needed to get to Iris and the kids. I couldn’t stand the thought of them in danger, held somewhere in this hellish place by people who’d already done so much damage. Jerry, sweating and grimacing, glanced at me, and I could see the same desperation in his eyes. “We’ve got to get these off if we’re going to get anywhere.” “Tell me something I don’t know,” I muttered, forcing another yank at the device. My mind raced, trying to figure out how I’d get to Iris, how we’d find Logan and Lyra. The thought of Ciara, of her twisted satisfaction if she succeeded in hurting them, made my fists clench until my knuckles ached. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down th
IRIS'S POV MY STEPBROTHER IS THE DEVIL The sharp sting of pain sliced through my head as I staggered forward, clutching the back of my skull where a rogue’s first had landed hard. My vision swam, but I forced myself to stay focused. I had to get to Logan and Lyra. I’d seen Ciara pulling them toward a waiting car, but this ambush by her pack of rogues was forcing me into a fight, wasting precious seconds. I planted my feet, fists raised, and fought back. With each punch, kick, and dodge, the fiery need to protect my children fueled my every move. One of the rogues lunged at me, but I ducked and drove my fist into his ribs, hearing him grunt in pain. But there were too many of them. I knew I couldn’t last long. Just as I managed to kick another rogue back, I heard someone calling my name. My blood ran cold as I glanced over my shoulder, spotting my father. He’d followed me, and now he was calling out, looking stunned to see me in this fight. For a heartbeat, I was caught off guard
IRIS'S POV CIARA'S NOT DEAD As I pulled away from the hospital, the fleeting moments of joy faded, replaced by a creeping sense of unease. Just as I rounded the corner toward the ice cream shop, a familiar car pulled into the hospital parking lot. My heart sank as I recognized my father’s imposing figure stepping out of the vehicle. He spotted me immediately, his face set in that stern expression I knew all too well. The last thing I wanted right now was to deal with him, not when I was finally trying to focus on my kids and my own peace of mind. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm as he approached. “Iris!” he called, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. I hesitated, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I knew it would only lead to discussions about the pack, expectations, and everything I was trying to escape. “Dad, I really don’t have time right now,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “This is impor
IRIS'S POV GRANDMA'S IS WELL AGAIN I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white as I navigated the winding roads leading to the hospital. Lyra and Logan chartered excitedly in the backseat, their youthful energy a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart. As much as I tried to focus on their laughter, my mind was consumed with worry for Gavin, Helen, and Jerry. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow inside the car, but I felt none of its warmth. My fingers tapped anxiously against the leather of the steering wheel as I tried to push away the nagging thoughts swirling in my mind. They should have answered by now. Where were they? Had they found Helen? With each passing moment, my anxiety deepened. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I had insisted that Gavin stay behind to focus on the search for Helen, but I had a sinking feeling that he was in danger, too. The thought of anything happening to him made my stomach
HELEN'S POV FIESTY LITTLE HELEN As I was pulled down the hallway, I turned back, my eyes searching for a glimpse of my friends. “Gavin! Jerry!” I shouted, straining against the rogue’s grip. “Don’t worry about me! I’ll find a way out!” But the rogues only tightened their hold, their expressions cold and unfeeling. “Save your breath,” one of them sneered. “You’ll need it for later.” We turned a corner, and the corridor opened up into a lavishly appointed bedroom, a stark contrast to the sterile environment I had just left. The walls were draped in deep crimson, adorned with elaborate tapestries that seemed to watch me as I was thrust inside. The plush furnishings and decadent decor felt like a mockery of the grim reality I faced. The Boss stepped in behind me, his presence suffocating as he surveyed the room. “Welcome to my humble abode, Helen,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I trust you’ll find it… comfortable.” I fought against the rogues as they pushed me forward, fear cl
HELEN'S POV As I stood in the oppressive darkness of the chamber, the tension in the air thickened like a tangible force. The Boss's gaze was piercing, and his smile seemed to carry the weight of impending doom. I could feel every heartbeat echoing in my ears, a reminder that I had to remain resolute, even as fear threatened to wrap around my throat like a vice. "What do you want from me?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the tremor in my hands. The Boss stepped closer, his presence looming like a shadow stretching across the floor. "You are here because I have an interest in your little pack and Luna's precious alliances. You see, Helen, it’s not just about capturing Iris. It’s about breaking her spirit, dismantling everything she holds dear." His tone was smooth, almost persuasive, as if he believed I would crumble under his words. I shook my head, anger flaring within me. "You’re wrong if you think you can use me to get to her. You don't know her at all. She