GAVIN'S POVTHERE'S A STRONGER SOURCEI sat there, the weight of the room pressing down on me, I tried to take in everything my father had said. We’d been chasing solutions to this curse for years, but none of them had come close to working.Now, they were talking about a lead, something more tangible than vague legends or half-baked rituals. And it didn’t involve going back to the witch who cursed me in the first place, that was a relief.“There’s a stronger witch,” my father continued, his voice measured but intense. “One with the power to break curses like this. She’s from the Crescent Circle, one of the most ancient and powerful covens in the land.”I raised an eyebrow, not sure I’d heard him right. “The Crescent Circle? I thought they didn’t involve themselves with pack affairs anymore. They’ve stayed out of our world for generations.”Walter, one of the pack’s elders, nodded. “That’s true. But desperate times call for desperate measures, Gavin. This witch has the knowledge and t
GAVIN'S POVPREPARATION FOR THE JOURNEYThe next few days passed in preparation, yet the feeling of uncertainty never left me. Every step, every conversation, every moment felt like I was moving through a fog, unable to see what lay ahead.Jerry was, as always, efficient and precise. By the time I checked in with him again, he had everything ready for our journey: provisions, travel arrangements, and a few trusted pack members who would accompany us.But the most important piece of this puzzle, Thalia, the witch who could possibly break the curse, remained shrouded in mystery.It was early morning when I finally sat down with my father again, this time in the quiet of the mansion’s library. He was sipping coffee, his face as unreadable as ever. The tension between us had softened, but it was still there, lingering under the surface like an old wound.“Are you sure about this?” my father asked, not looking up from his cup. “This witch… Thalia, she’s not going to be easy to deal with. Y
IRIS'S POVPLANS TO CAPTURE RHYSI stood by the window of my study, watching as the kids played with their Nanny. The Green estate was quiet tonight, but my thoughts were anything but. After Gavin left, a sense of hollow emptiness settled in my chest.I hadn’t let him see the cracks in my armour, hadn’t let him know how much it hurt to push him away. But every time I replayed the scene of Ciara standing in his house, my heart clenched tighter.The betrayal burned through me like a slow fire, even if I had no proof of what really happened between them.Helen’s words echoed in my mind, telling me that Ciara was a jealous freak, a troublemaker who wanted to tear Gavin and me apart.I wanted to believe her, wanted to think that this was all just Ciara’s scheme, but my trust in Gavin was shattered, and I wasn’t sure it could ever be repaired.I reached for the whiskey bottle on the desk, ignoring Helen’s earlier protest that it was too early to drink. The burn of the alcohol was a welcome
GAVIN'S POVTHE JOURNEY BEGINSI stood there, staring at the mansion, my heart heavy with the weight of everything I’d left behind. The kids, Iris… I could almost feel them watching from somewhere, though I knew that was impossible. It was just me and the pack now, heading into the unknown.I stared down at the kids' pictures on my phone, I smiled, imagining energetic smiles on their faces. I changed it to Iris picture, she was someone I did want to see every single day. I changed my wallpaper, putting her picture in it.As I turned to face the road ahead, my father approached, his presence as imposing as ever. He wasn’t one for comforting words, but I could sense his own apprehension about the journey.Even if he wouldn’t admit it, this curse had affected him too, his son, the Alpha, was powerless in ways that mattered most. He’d never say it aloud, but I knew he wanted this curse lifted as much as I did, if not more. It was personal for both of us.“Are you ready for this?” His voic
JERRY'S POVFOLLOWING ORDERSI stuffed the last of my things into a small duffel bag, glancing around my place one final time. Gavin's orders were clear, watch over Iris and the kids while he was off on his journey.Easier said than done. Iris wasn’t exactly going to welcome me with open arms, not with everything that was going on between her and Gavin. But orders were orders, and someone had to keep an eye on things while the big guy was off chasing curses.I hopped into the car and headed straight for the Blue Moon pack. The drive was quiet, just the hum of the engine and my own thoughts keeping me company. I couldn’t help but think about Gavin. He was going through hell right now, no doubt about it. But deep down, I knew he’d pull through. He always did.When I finally pulled up to the Blue Moon pack’s main grounds, the place looked as lively as it ever was, despite the dark cloud hanging over the pack.I parked and walked up to the house where I knew Helen would be watching the ki
IRIS'S POVVIEIThe air in the Blue Moon pack was thick with the smell of burnt wood and smoke, remnants of the fire that had ravaged through the territory not too long ago.As I walked through the outskirts, my heart ached at the sight of our people, injured, displaced, and vulnerable. There were still many who needed help, and that was why I was here. I had to make sure no one was left without care.Leon was already there, moving quickly between groups of injured pack members, offering assistance wherever he could. His presence brought a sense of calm to the chaos, and I was grateful to have him by my side. He had been a reliable second-in-command during these trying times."Leon," I called out as I approached him.He looked up from where he was bandaging a woman's arm and gave me a quick nod. "Luna," he greeted respectfully, but the strain was evident in his voice. This had been exhausting for all of us, but he was holding strong.I knelt beside him, placing a hand on the woman's s
JERRY'S POVHELP NOT NEEDEDAs the laughter of the kids filled the living room, I felt a strange sense of peace. It was easy to get lost in their joy, especially with all the heaviness hanging over the pack.Logan jumped on my back, demanding a piggyback ride, and Lyra raced around us, giggling as she tried to “catch” us both.“Faster, Uncle Jerry!” Logan squealed, his tiny hands gripping my shoulders as I jogged around the room, pretending to gallop like a horse.“You sure you can handle all this energy?” Helen called from the doorway, watching with a smirk. She was trying to act stern, but I could see her softening, especially seeing how much the kids enjoyed themselves.“Piece of cake!” I called back, doing a little spin that had Logan squealing with delight. Lyra laughed so hard she had to sit down, clutching her sides.For a few minutes, the chaos of the outside world didn’t matter. Not the curse, not Gavin’s journey, not even Iris’s anger. It was just us, pretending everything w
JERRY'S POVJUNE IN DANGI know you don’t need me here,” I said, taking a cautious step closer. “But that doesn’t mean you should have to do all of this alone.”She let out a sharp breath, her hand still gripping the cloth tightly. “I’m not alone. I have Helen. I have the pack. We’ll manage.”“Iris…” I hesitated, not sure how far I could push. “Look, I know you’re angry. At Gavin, at everything. And you have every right to be. But I’m not here to make things harder. I’m just trying to help.”Finally, she turned to face me, her expression hard but her eyes revealing just how exhausted she really was. “You want to help, Jerry? Then leave. Go back to Gavin, wherever he is, and stop pretending like everything is fine. Because it’s not.”The words stung, but I didn’t flinch. I knew this was more about what she was going through than about me.“Iris, I know it’s not fine,” I said quietly. “But Gavin’s trying to make things right. He’s trying to fix this.”She scoffed, her gaze hardening. “T
*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