GAVIN'S POVWe saw nothing, nothing happened. Nothing strange happened like the last time we met with the witch. She even went there in the haunted mansion. Was she playing with my intelligence?I couldn't help but be upset even though Jerry on the other hand was glad that we left before anything serious could happen.“Sir, it would do us both good if you walk faster than that. It's getting really late out here." Jerry complained."If you're so acared of everything then why did you agree to come with me in the first place." I retorted, following behind him, checking around for anything that could put my doubts about the witch being at that mansion."Because you are my Boss and it's my duty to protect you, sir." Jerry said."And you know what else tour duty is?" I asked him."What else?""Shutting up your mouth whenever you are not asked to talk." I replied to him rudely."Of course, shutting up now." He said.We kept walking, there was nothing out of the ordinary around here. It was t
IRIS'S POVAUTOPSY REPORTOn the ride back home, to Gavin's mansion. I had dropped Jerry at his house and I and Gavin were left in the car. He wouldn't say anything, and so did I but I had questions. I looked at him on my right as I drove, was he asleep? I tried to check to see if his eyes were closed and it was.I turned back, my attention on the road. Was he sleeping to avoid any questions from me? I thought. If that was what he was doing, then I had every reason to be worried, I had every reason to want to believe what Ciara told me about him.This wasn't the first time he'd go to places as deserted as that forest. What could he be searching for? What was he not telling me?I moved a bit, I glanced at him. “I know you're not asleep, Gavin.” I said to him, He slept in the same position for a minute before he raised his head up.“I wasn't. I was only resting.” He said, his voice husky and calm like nothing had happened, like he didn't have anything to tell me.“Why were you and Jerry
IRIS'S POV EMERGENCY I left Gavin's pack on time to visit the blue moon pack. I couldn't help but be curious about what the physician found in the bodies of the spy. He had said they were poisoned, if he had more informations, What could it be? “Atchoo!” Helen sneezed, her face slightly red. She turned to me because I glanced at her as I drove. “I know what you want to say, so do me a favour and don't say ‘i told you so'. I chuckled, my gaze on the road. “I told you so, Helen. You'd get a hangover after so many drinks last night.” She sniffled, placing the handkerchief on her running nose. “This is more than a hangover, Iris.” She said, sniffling again. I smiled. “Of course it is. That's why I said you should stay back home but insisted on coming with me today.” “I also want to know what the report says.” She managed to say, she blew her nose on the handkerchief. “I could tell you about it.” “It's not going to give a nice effect, I want to hear it myself.” “Fine then. Have
GAVIN'S POV CONFRONTATION! “Daddy I want that too.” Lyra pointed to the bakens in front of me. I picked it up with a fodk and placed it on her plate. She smiled, eating from her plate. I looked at Logan who sat by the left, he was quiet, probably still annoyed that I wasn't with him at night until this morning. “Do you need bakens, Logan?” I asked him. He shook his head while he ate. He was upset even though he didn't want to say it. Only if he knew why I was absent last night. Jerry messaged me, I looked at my screen. “The pack advisors want a meeting with you, sir.” It stated. I sighed tiredly, what else do they want to know? I picked up my phone and texted him back. “Cancel every meeting I'll be having today, including this.” “I wasn't invited for breakfast, how rude of you all.” Ciara complained as she walked down from the stairs, walking towards the dining table. The kids looked at her but I didn't bother turning my back to face her. Her presence had just Increased my ang
IRIS'S POV MOTHER'S DEATH Helen and I rushed to the hospital on time, we got there. The nurses at the reception had stopped us before we could keep rushing to the hallway. I had no idea where my mum was, her hospital room. Fear had made me rush in like that. “We are here for…” before I could complete my sentence, my dad called out to me. “Iris,” “Where's mum?” I questioned him. He managed to say the words but I knew the situation was bad for him to look this worried. The wrinkles on his face appeared more. We went towards the emergency room, my mum had already been confined. There were bruises on her. I could see her from the window. “What happened to my mother?” I asked my father who was standing there with some other pack officials, my voice tinged with frustration, a mix of desperation that I had begun to tear up. “It was an accident, a car accident. No one saw it coming, Iris.” My father explained. My heart broke into multiple pieces. I looked back at my mum as they operat
IRIS'S POVWHO IS TO BE BLAMED?She's dead! My mother is dead. I watched them as they carried her corpse to a morgue.“I'm sorry.” Helen wept, her hands gently holding my shoulders compassionately. I had stopped crying, I didn't know why but sadness was now replaced with so much anger.Did she really die from an accident? I asked myself. I couldn't think of anything but to find out the reason for her death. My father didn't really give me the explanation I was looking for.I turned away from the corpse, facing my father who was discussing something with the pack officials.I walked towards him, my anger rising. “Why weren't you with mum when the accident happened?” I questioned him, he turned to me, his face etched with confusion.“It was her personal outing with her guard, Iris. Why the question?”“Personal outing? I'm sure she asked you to come with her, didn't she?”Everyone was staring, I didn't care what anyone thought at this point. I just want the right answers to my mother's d
GAVIN'S POVTHE WITCH IN PERSON"Listen, guys," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "What happened between Ciara and I. I don’t want you two thinking it has anything to do with you. You’re good kids, and I’m proud of both of you. And also, mummy doesn't have to know about it.”Lyra gave a small nod, but Logan just shrugged, still avoiding my eyes. I knew he was holding onto more than he was letting on, but I didn’t want to push him right now.Lyra's face brightened slightly. "Can we watch the movie with the talking dog?"I chuckled. "Sure, we can watch that one."Logan gave a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, okay."Just while I was having fun with the kids, I tried to push Ciara’s harsh words out of my mind, focusing instead on the small, simple moments with my kids.But in the back of my head, I knew this wasn’t the last time Ciara would come crashing into our lives. And each time, it got harder to hold things together.I checked my phone, I hissed a bit. Iris still hasn't replied to my text
IRIS'S POVSOMEONE HAS TO BE BLAMEDI went into my mum's bedroom and her presence had exited the space. The peaceful space I always ran to whenever I was scared, it was empty now, noisy without her in it, without her in this pack. How would I move on?I moved closer to her wardrobes, her royal clothes arranged neatly. It wouldn't be a surprise if she had a hand in arranging these clothes herself and not the maids. That was how humble she was and she still is even though she was no more.I only felt sad mixed with a feeling of anger, I was lost right now. What was the next thing to do? How would I achieve that without her presence in my life as a mother figure?Now I believe the saying that goes “people don't value what they have until they lose it.” I had my mother's presence so much in my life, my being a little girl growing into an adult. Sometimes when she called me to check up on me or to tell me to pay her a visit, I would come, sometimes and sometimes I wouldn't.We spent less 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