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
GAVIN'S POVTHE WITCH IN PERSON 2“ALPHA Gavin Russell. What a pleasure to meet you again.” she extended her hands for a handshake, I ignored it, shoving my hands into my pocket.I kept mute, bracing myself to be comforted. “It's no pleasure to see you…” I said plainly, not regretting a word. I stood tall In front of her even though she wore stilettos.“It's Michaela Bates, an omega in the crescent moon pack.” She introduced herself with so much boldness. I walked towards my desk and sat down and she did the same, sitting across from me, her eyes not leaving me.I furrowed my brows, “I've never come in contact with that pack. And it's strange for someone like me.”She scoffed. “More reason I wanted to kill you so badly.” She said daringly. My fists were clenched, ready for any attack, and Jerry, he didn't leave me here for the witch. He stood behind, his claws out, just in case this lady transformed into her witch personality.“Your pride has never left you, not for once.” She judged
GAVIN'S POVBAD NEWSWe rushed Logan to the hospital, he was going to be fine. His eyes were opened as they rushed him away on a gurney but he didn't say a word.“You want me to do something about the crescent moon pack?” Jerry asked. I leaned towards the wall, my arms folded.“Don't. I have it all in control.” I told him.He stared at me. “You want to take her offer?”“I would never do that.”Suddenly the door creaked open. “He's up now. He wants to see his daddy.” The doctor informed me, he looked at Jerry and I, wondering who the father was.I didn't have to signal to him. I walked forward, entering the room. Logan was there, his eyes opened as he laid on his bed.“Daddy! The witch. Why was she at your office?” Logan cried out to me as I came forward to hug him. The doctor looked at me, he was confused on what Logan was talking about.“I'd excuse you all. I'll be back to check on him.” He informed me and walked out of the room. The door shut behind him and I turned back to Logan wh
GAVIN'S POVTERRIBLE MOMENTSWithout wasting time, Jerry and I left the hospital, leaving the kids in my mother's care. She didn't bother to ask where we were headed because I'd have to start explaining so much to her. She only advised us to be careful.That wasn't the point here, it wasn't my main concentration. How did all this happen to Iris and she didn't bother to tell me about it?Now I had an explanation on why she refused to answer my texts and calls. Whatever she was facing now, she was facing alone.“Jerry, please drive faster.” I instructed from where I sat in the back seat. My thoughts couldn't hekp but focus on Iris right now, how was she feeling about her mother's death? Did he hurt her so much that she had to seclude me from the bad news?If one of the our pack officials didn't inform Jerry about it, I would still be oblivious to it until now.We rode towards the green family house, the informant told us iris would be there. Thinking about her father who also stayed the
IRIS'S POVRIGID FEELINGSMy thoughts clearly spoke of revenge once I found out who was responsible for my mother's death. My gaze turned towards the mirror by my left.“Stop checking, he's still following us. You do know he won't change his mind no matter how many times you push him away.” Helen said.Her voice was so sure of what Gavin was capable of doing. Was I hurting him? I wasn't trying to push him away, I just wanted some space. I needed to concentrate on the big deal, and that's finding my mother's killer.“How are you sure someone killed her, Iris? I'm sorry to ask but I just don't want you feeling disappointed once you find out the real truth.”“And what's the real truth, Helen? That my mum just died in a well functioning car just like that.” I paused, my grip tight on the steering wheel.“There wasn't any collision with any other vehicle, how can I believe that her death wasn't planned.” I lashed out, transferring my anger towards the steering, I hit it and it went humming
JERRY'S POV HERE FOR HER “You want some more wine?” I shook my head, we had enough for the night, especially Helen. She was one to drink a lot but it was different this time around, more like worse. I couldn't stop her, I know she felt so betrayed and worthless like now. That was house Iris made her feel back at the blue moon pack. The moment she left, I followed behind her and I took her back home in Gavin's car. Gavin didn't mind, he was going to use that as an excuse to stay with Iris in the blue moon pack throughout tonight, I wondered how he was coping with her at the moment of her misfortuned state. Losing her mother must be painful for her, I had lost two parents and till now I felt sad about it sometimes. “If you don't stop drinking now, you'll get a hangover tomorrow morning.” I said to her but she drained the liquid in her glass into her mouth. She chuckled as she placed down the glass and stared at me, her eyes were drowsy and I doubt that she could see me cl
*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