Gavin's POVATTACKAfter the whole drama with my father, we took the kids with us. They were excited but my mum felt sad that they were leaving her. Iris and I promised to bring them back to her. We only have time for them now before we decide to leave the pack work to our secretaries, they are capable of handling things until we come back to our duties.As I drove Iris and the kids, I couldn't help but hear the twins argue behind the back seat.“What’s going on with the both of you?” Iris questioned them, her authoritative voice echoed. They kept mute instantly. “I need answers.” she pressed on. I'd like to know why they were bickering just now, they rarely quarrel like this.From the rearview mirror, I could see Logan shushing Lyra up, his fingers on his lips as she tried to explain.“Logan, let lyra talk.” I said“Logan won't stop talking about his dream, it scares me as he keeps explaining.” Lyra explained.“Logan, is that true?” Iris questioned him, her voice was calm this time a
Chapter 75GAVIN'S POVA WARNINGThe memory of the incident still lingers, if I hadn’t driven away so quickly, they might have succeeded in killing us. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the loud ringing of my phone. I glanced at the screen, Jerry was calling.“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you,” Jerry's voice was sharp on the other end.“Sorry about that, I was tied up with some things here at the office,” I replied.“Whatever you're working on can wait. I need you to look into something for me right away,” Jerry's tone was urgent.I paused, walking back to the desk to pick up the slip of paper where I had written the licence plate number of the vehicle that had nearly hit us.“What’s going on, sir?” Jerry asked, sensing the tension.“A car tried to run the kids, Iris, and me off the road today. It failed, but it was no accident. I memorised the licence plate, and I need you to find out who owns that car,” I explained, my voice controlled but tense.“Holy hell!
IRIS'S POVPLOTTING PLANSI had another meeting scheduled with the pack officials today. As I sat down at the head of the table, the air felt heavy, thick with the weight of too many concerns.I scanned the room, trying to gauge the expressions of those seated around me. Each of them bore the same strained look, etched with the same tension I was feeling. No one smiled anymore, not since the attacks started.Another one of the officials, Leon, stood up and cleared his throat. I could already see the frustration in his eyes before he even spoke.“We spotted strange faces again,” Leon started, his voice gravelly, “near the southern border this time. Whoever they were, they slipped away before we could catch them.”The room hummed with murmurs of dissatisfaction. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. It was always the same. Strange faces.Elusive spies. Unsettling news. My pack was on the brink of breaking, and it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers.“Are we eve
IRIS'S POVPLAN IN MOTIONHis expression didn’t change, but I saw something flicker behind his eyes. Hurt, maybe? Or regret? He opened his mouth to respond, but whatever he was going to say, it was cut off by the sound of Helen clearing her throat softly from across the room.I turned, and she gave me a look, time to go. We didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on family drama right now. The moon was rising, and our plan needed to be set into motion.“We’ll talk later,” I said to my father, my voice flat, though we both knew that “later” might never come.He nodded, though I could tell he wasn’t satisfied with how things had ended. Neither was I. But we didn’t have time to fix it, not tonight.As I walked toward Helen, I could still feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look back. There were bigger things at play now, things that wouldn’t wait for me to patch up the fractures in my family.Helen gave me a small, sympathetic smile as I joined her. “Everything okay?”I shrugged. “It will be.”
IRIS'S POVWHO'S WATCHING?As soon as we moved, Leon and Rhys charged from their positions, flanking the spies. The moment the whistle echoed, chaos erupted.One of the spies, a tall figure cloaked in dark clothing, darted toward the trees, but Leon was faster, tackling him to the ground.I lunged at another figure, a smaller, quicker one. They tried to slip past me, but I was ready. I grabbed their arm, yanking them back.They twisted in my grip, struggling fiercely, but I held on, determined not to let them escape."Rhys, over here!" I shouted as the spy kicked wildly, trying to break free.Rhys appeared from the shadows, his massive frame blocking any possible escape route. The spy froze, realizing they were surrounded.Helen darted forward, her eyes wide with adrenaline. "We’ve got them," she breathed, coming to stand beside me as I kept a firm grip on the captive’s arm.I glanced around the clearing, watching as Leon restrained the other spy. Two of them, alive. It was more than
IRIS'S POVNO CLUEThey gave us no answers, no amount of blows to their heads had them saying the truth. I was stranded at this point, we got the spies but I didn't think we would capture the ones who were so loyal to whoever was plotting against us.Their words threatened me gravely, *something big was coming for us and we wouldn't be able to stop it* What did they mean?“Hey, have some water.” Helen handed me a chilled glass of water. I thanked her and collected the glass. “Thank you for today, Helen.”“Oh come on, we both know that we are each other's ride or die.” She teased, bringing in her sense of humour to lighten my mood. I appreciated her, a smile on my face that was immediately washed as I heard the loud cry of the spies back at the quarter.“They'll spit out the truth soon, once Leon and Rhys are done with them. So don't worry about anything.” Helen assured me, taking a sip from the glass. She seemed so calm about the whole thing, why wasn't I feeling the same way.“It's n
GAVIN'S POVLOGAN'S DREAMSAfter ending the phone call with Iris, I went into the kitchen to get some water before going to bed but the glass fell from my hand in shock, a loud scream came from upstairs.I left the pieces on the floor as I ran my way upstairs in swift motion. The screams were from Logan's room, he didn't stop until he saw me enter his room.His eyes were filled with tears. “Daddy!” He called out to me, his hands stretching out to me. I shush him gently, calming him down in my embrace. I could feel the goosebumps around his body, his hands fidgeting. It was his dream again, I just knew it.“Look at me,” I said, raising his head up to face me. He sniffled, his tears dropping down on his pyjamas in bits.“It's just a dream, okay. Don't be scared.” I told him, he nodded curtly but I could still see the fear in his eyes.“It was so real, Daddy. She caught me this time around. And… she hurt you too, she…” he wanted to say more, but I had to stop him right there.Was the wit
IRIS'S POVPOISONED SPIESMy sleep was disrupted by a tap on my bedroom door. I stretched for a minute before I ushered the person in. It was Leon, his face etched with worry.“What's wrong Leon?” I asked him, already up from my sleeping position.“Something happened to the spies.” He announced. My heart dropped, even without knowing what it is, I was already terribly scared of what it could be.I didn't ask anymore questions, I stood up as we walked towards the quarter together. Helen had just woken up and followed us too.When I arrived, I found the bodies lying in the courtyard, their lips stained with white foam.The sight sent a chill down my spine. How was I supposed to find out who was responsible now? These spies were the only leads we had, and someone had silenced them before we could extract the truth.Helen's hand was over her mouth, shocked at the sight of the scene.Everything happened overnight, the spies were already dead.My heart sank, knowing this would set us back i
*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