Ciara’s POVCAUGHT OFF GUARDThe steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room, a constant reminder of just how fragile life could be. I stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Gavin’s mother, her pale face almost ghostly against the white hospital sheets.She looked so weak, so helpless. It was hard to believe that she, of all people, had ended up like this.This wasn’t supposed to happen. That fucking maid who couldn't do things right! I cussed within me.I felt a pit form in my stomach, a sinking sensation that made me want to turn and run. But I couldn’t. I had to stay calm, act like I was just another concerned visitor. I even brought the stupid basket of fruit, for appearance's sake. But deep down, I was anything but calm.A flashback hit me hard, bringing back the memory of that morning — the conversation I’d had with one of the maids back at the house. I had been so careful, so precise in my instructions. Iris was supposed to be the one lying here, not Gavin’s mother.The
IRIS'S POVCUNNY LIARMy heart was pounding in my chest as I stood there, frozen by what I had just overheard. Ciara’s back was still to me, her phone pressed to her ear, but the words she’d spoken hung in the air like a storm cloud, ready to burst. She had tried to poison me. And Gavin’s mother had taken the fall instead.The shock was quickly giving way to rage, a burning, hot fire spreading through my veins. How dare she?I took a step forward, my voice low but filled with steel. “Did I hear that right?”Ciara jumped, spinning around, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, there was a flicker of panic on her face, but she quickly masked it with a forced smile.“Iris,” she said smoothly, slipping her phone into her pocket. “You must’ve misunderstood. I was just talking about something else entirely.”I didn’t buy it for a second. “Really? Because it sure sounded like you were just talking about how your little plan to poison me failed. How Gavin’s mother ended up in the hospital
IRIS'S POVFINDING THE POISONERI stopped pacing, turning to face Jerry. “You didn’t hear her, Jerry. She practically admitted it on the phone. She was furious that the maid poisoned Gavin’s mother instead of me. She was talking about how it should’ve been me lying in that hospital bed.”Jerry frowned, his face darkening. “Are you sure that’s what you heard?”“I’m positive,” I snapped. “She said it outright. And now she’s trying to cover it up.”Jerry ran a hand through his hair, clearly troubled by my words. “If that’s true, then we’ll get to the bottom of it. But Iris, we need proof. We can’t just accuse her without evidence.”I let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I know. But she’s slippery. She’s not going to leave evidence lying around.”Jerry nodded, his face thoughtful. “Then we’ll have to watch her closely. See if she slips up again.”The thought of playing a waiting game with Ciara made my blood boil. But what choice did I have? Without concrete proof,
IRIS'S POVI couldn’t help but feel like everything was spiraling out of control. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to hold it all together.My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen—Helen was calling.With a deep breath, I answered. “Helen?”“Iris, it’s me,” she said, her voice soft and reassuring. “I just wanted to let you know the kids are doing fine. Lyra’s been asking about you, though.”Hearing her name tugged at my heart. Lyra, my beautiful, spirited daughter, always so full of questions and curiosity. “Tell her I’ll be home soon,” I said, forcing a smile even though Helen couldn’t see me. “I just need to take care of a few things first.”“I will,” Helen replied gently. “And don’t worry about them. I’ve got everything under control here.”“Thank you,” I said, feeling a surge of gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”We exchanged a few more words before hanging up, but even as I en
GAVIN'S POVPAST WITCHESThe forest was silent around us as we buried my father, the soft rustle of leaves the only sound breaking the suffocating quiet. I stood still as the others covered his body with soil, my gaze fixed on the ground, feeling numb.We couldn’t take his body back to the pack; it was simply too dangerous. No one else knew he’d gone to Thalia, and if word spread, I’d have no way to explain why he was out here in the first place. But as they covered him in the forest earth, I could feel anger simmering beneath my skin, crawling up my spine.This wasn’t what he would have wanted, and it sure as hell wasn’t what I wanted. But there was no other option.When the last of the dirt was laid, I clenched my fists, took one last look at the grave, and then turned to the others. “We need to move. Now,” I said, my voice low and tight.The pack members looked weary, but they didn’t argue at first. We began our trek back through the forest, each step heavier than the last. I could
GAVIN'S POVDEFEATED THE WITCHThe world came alive in a way I’d never experienced. Every sound, every scent, every tiny movement stood out with startling clarity, sharper than I’d ever known.The scents of the forest surrounded me, mingling with the metallic tang of magic and the earthy richness of my packmates nearby. I felt strength flow through my limbs, an undeniable force thrumming beneath my skin, as if the wolf had been waiting for this moment all along.The witch took a step back, her eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear. "This... this shouldn’t be possible!" she hissed, her voice trembling for the first time. Her twisted confidence faltered, replaced by something darker, and it only fueled the fire inside me.I growled, low and fierce, a warning that rippled through the air. Her hands rose, crackling with dark energy as she braced herself.Before she could utter another word, I lunged, every ounce of strength and instinct guiding me. She raised her hands to cast some spell
Gavin’s POVTHE RETURNThe journey back to the pack felt like a storm was building within me. My mind reeled, still haunted by the confrontation with the witch and the weight of burying my father in the middle of nowhere.This wasn't the farewell I would have wanted for him. I longed to give him a proper goodbye, to honor him as family should, but we didn’t have that luxury.And I had a nagging feeling that Iris and the kids were on the other side of this forest, waiting for me—or worse, needing me.The wind rustled through the trees, and I picked up my pace, desperate to close the distance between me and the pack. My gut twisted, screaming that I was already too late.Finally, the familiar outline of the pack’s territory emerged from the dense trees, the sprawling grounds spread out in front of me like an old sanctuary.The second I stepped foot onto the grounds, I knew something was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was as though the air held a residue of tension, and ever
IRIS’S POVMOTHER’S FEARGavin’s words stayed with me long after he left the hospital room. I sat in the quiet stillness, watching over his mother, whose shallow breathing was the only sound in the room.His confession had left me feeling strangely steady, our troubles ran deeper than I’d known, yet there was a clarity in knowing the truth.But my heart ached with worry. My children were somewhere in this very building, and I’d been too wrapped up in anger, fear, and suspicion to truly think of them. What kind of mother was I if I couldn’t protect them?With one last look at Gavin’s mother, I rose and headed down the dimly lit hall, my mind racing with every step. Helen had assured me they were fine, but nothing would calm me until I saw them myself.I rounded the corner to the waiting room, and there they were, my entire world in two small bodies curled up in Helen’s arms. Lyra’s hair was a wild mess of dark curls, and Logan’s face was pressed against Helen’s shoulder, eyes closed in
*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