Oh well, looks like Crimson pack are really coming after all. Do you think Hannah's fear is valid or not. Please leave a comment and your thoughts. Thank you
HANNAH’S POVThe next day, the Shadow Moon Pack grounds buzzed with life. Everywhere I looked, pack members were busy, their movements quick and purposeful as they prepared for the Crimson Pack’s arrival. The air itself seemed to hum with their energy.I watched as people rushed about—some carrying boxes, others organizing supplies. In the communal hall, stacks of food, clothing, and other essentials lined the walls. Normally, this show of unity would calm me, but today, a knot tightened in my stomach, stubborn and unrelenting.I forced myself to focus on the pile of donations in front of me, trying to block out the thoughts creeping in. Every time my mind wandered, it went to Coby. Just the thought of him sent a cold shiver up my spine."Why does he have to come back now?" I had rebuilt my life here—Xavier, Jackson, and the pack had become my world. But with Coby’s return, everything felt fragile again, like a delicate balance waiting to tip over.I paused, my fingers gripping a soft
COBY’S POV"Coby, our relocation to the Shadow-Moon Pack has been approved by the council." Andrew's voice cut through the stillness of my office.The room had been suffocating with endless paperwork and thoughts of a crumbling future. I looked up at him, the exhaustion weighing heavy in my eyes. For a moment, his words lingered in the air like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man.I blinked. Had I heard him right?"Are you serious?" My voice cracked with disbelief as I stood, knocking the chair back slightly. Relief surged through me, but it felt strange—almost foreign.Andrew nodded, a small smile playing at the edges of his lips. "We’re moving, Coby. We’ll start over."I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. For months, Andrew had been my rock, even when I didn’t deserve it. Through all my failures, he stayed by my side. His tall frame stood firm, but I could see the weight of these past years in his eyes too. He was as worn out as I was.I exhaled slowly, feeling a small
COBY’S POV"Welcome. I'm glad you all could make it," Xavier’s voice reverberated through the air, his tall, commanding figure framed against the entrance of the packhouse. His presence demanded attention, like a king surveying his court.I stepped forward, nodding with deliberate respect. "Thank you for having us. My people and I won’t forget your kindness, Alpha Xavier. This is my Luna, Vivian, and my second-in-command, Andrew."Vivian, her smile warm yet regal, took a small step forward. "It's a pleasure to meet you, King—" Her words hung in the air as Xavier cut her off, his focus shifting away from her entirely."Welcome, Andrew, everyone," he said, reaching past Vivian to clasp Andrew’s hand. His grip was firm, his tone polite but distant, as if Vivian hadn’t spoken at all. "It’s good to have you. Unfortunately, I have pressing matters to attend to. Please, make yourselves comfortable. I’ll see you all at the welcoming fest tonight."Andrew returned the handshake, glancing brief
HANNAH’S POVThe cold air brushed against my skin, seeping through the cracks in the window as Coby's figure slowly disappeared down the pavement. My heart lurched in my chest, a pit forming in my stomach. What was he doing here? I clenched my fists without even thinking, tension shooting through my arms.Most importantly, what had Kasper said to make him leave? I could almost feel the questions slamming into each other in my mind—chaotic and urgent.“Did he know about Jackson?” My pulse spiked, but I forced myself to breathe. Now wasn’t the time to fall apart. The Crimson-Moon Pack’s welcoming party was moments away, and I needed to show up like the Luna I was.I curled my hands into fists, grounding myself. Tonight had to go smoothly.I forced myself to let go. “He doesn’t matter anymore. Coby is part of the past.” I had to focus on the welcoming party. The Crimson-Moon Pack was here, and I needed to be Luna—not some broken girl haunted by memories.The soft click of Kara’s heels pu
HANNAH’S POVCoby's eyes, darker than I remembered, held a depth that unnerved me. There was sorrow—subtle but unmistakable—that flickered there, and for a second, my anger wavered. I hated that flicker. I hated him.I almost let it go, but then the betrayal rushed back, hitting me hard, pulling me back into the jagged edges of our history. I couldn’t afford to forget. Not now."Of all the Packs in the world," I said, my voice like a blade, "why Shadow-Moon, Coby?" The words cut through the tense air between us. I didn’t even try to hide the bitterness.He didn’t answer right away. His eyes lingered on me a second too long, searching for something—maybe the part of me that used to trust him. But I was cold now. His gaze slid to Xavier, standing just beside me, a silent sentinel."Shadow-Moon is home to the Alpha King," Coby finally replied, his voice steady, though there was a strain there I hadn’t heard before. "And it’s his duty to protect those under his rule. I came for refuge. Tha
VIVIAN’S POVThe moment we returned to our quarters, my rage erupted. I couldn't contain it any longer. My fists clenched and unclenched as I paced, the floor beneath me creaking with each angry step. My breath hissed between my teeth, sharp and fast, like the sound of a cornered animal.“That stupid bitch!” I spat, my voice raw with fury. “How dare she threaten me?”Heat surged under my skin, twisting my insides like coiling flames. I could feel my heart pounding—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of my anger. I glanced at Coby, who stood by the window, his eyes following me as I moved.He had that maddeningly calm look, the one that always made me feel like a firestorm—wild and untamed—while he remained the steady rock, weathering the storm.His silence dug into me. Why wasn’t he saying anything?“She thinks she’s so powerful, doesn’t she? Luna of the Shadow-Moon Pack?” My voice broke into a near-scream, shaking with the weight of all the bitterness I’d buried inside. “She’s s
VIVIAN’S POV“Vivian. I’m here to speak with Alpha Coby,” Andrew said, standing rigid in the doorway. His formal tone matched his stiff posture. He always sounded like he had swallowed a rulebook.I shot him a sharp glare, my lips curling slightly. “It’s Luna Vivian,” I replied, letting the words drip with disdain. How many times did I have to remind him?Andrew’s jaw twitched, but his expression didn’t change. Before he could open his mouth, Coby’s voice boomed from inside the room. “Come right in, Drew!”I huffed, the dismissal of my title simmering in my chest. Andrew strode past me without a second glance, ignoring me as if I were a piece of furniture. My fingers twitched, but I held back, following him into the room. One day, I would wipe that indifference off his stupid face.“Coby, I’ve received word from the Shadow-Moon Pack. They’ve scheduled a training session for our warriors.”Coby, sitting by the sofa, raised his eyebrows. “Already?” he said, surprise in his voice. “Xavie
VIVIAN’S POVLily approached cautiously, her eyes wide, sparkling with curiosity. There was something innocent about her, yet a quiet determination simmered beneath the surface. Her steps were light but purposeful, as though she had already assigned herself a role in this tense situation.“This is Vivian, wife of the Crimson Pack Alpha,” Hannah's voice cut through the room with an unsettling coolness. She barely glanced at me, her gaze holding a calculated indifference that stung more than her words. “She’ll be working with our Pack to ensure her people are... taken care of.”My jaw tightened. I saw the slight curve at the edge of Hannah's lips—a signal of control. It made my teeth clench, the faint condescension in her tone unmistakable.Lily’s gaze flicked between us, unsure, her brow furrowing slightly. There it was—her uncertainty. She should be wary. This was not a game for the naïve."Vivian needs guidance," Hannah's tone sharpened, her voice brooking no argument as she stared st
ELIJAH’S POVThe air in the dungeon clung to my skin, damp and heavy, thick with the stench of mold and rotting straw. Every breath felt like inhaling decay. Somewhere in the distance, chains scraped against stone—a hollow, metallic sound that slithered into my ears like a cruel whisper.I shifted, the jagged wall biting into my back, but the pain barely registered. My mind was elsewhere, unraveling the web of deception that had ensnared me.The note—my handwriting, every letter a perfect imitation—was a noose tightening around my neck. A threat against Vivian, as damning as it was false. I knew my own script: the rhythm of my strokes, the slight imperfections born from years of habit. But this? This was a forgery, designed with precision and purpose. And now, with Vivian dead, the stage was set for my fall.My fists clenched in my lap. Who wanted me gone badly enough to orchestrate something so meticulous?Xavier or Coby.Xavier was calculated, a man who moved like a shadow on a ches
XAVIER’S POVI left Hannah standing in the living room, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her lips were parted as if she wanted to say something—anything—but no words came. The fear in her eyes cut deeper than I wanted to admit.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.The afternoon sun slapped against my skin as I stepped outside, sharp and unforgiving. But it did nothing to cool the fire raging in my chest. My breath came fast and uneven. The note crinkled in my fist, its inked words seared into my mind like a brand.This wasn’t just evidence. It was a death sentence.Elder Elijah—my advisor, the most respected among the elders, the man who had stood beside me for years, whispering counsel in my ear and earning my trust—had ordered my son to be poisoned. He had orchestrated Vivian's murder.A growl rumbled low in my throat as my Lycan clawed beneath my skin, restless and enraged. My muscles tensed, every part of me demanding blood, vengeance. I forced my legs to move, stead
HANNAH’S POVThe drive home felt endless, each turn of the wheel dragging against my muscles like lead. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, the note on the passenger seat a searing weight on my conscience. Every word on that paper was carved into my mind—cold, deliberate, and damning.Whoever wrote it knew what happened that night. It confirmed once more that Vivian’s death wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a mistake. It was planned.A breath shuddered through me as I pulled into the driveway. The house stood silent, its windows dark like hollowed-out eyes. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready to face Xavier—not when my thoughts were a tangled mess of fear and fury. But there was no time to process, no space to hesitate.I stepped out of the car, the note still clutched tightly in my hand, and made my way to the door, my steps slow but purposeful. I couldn’t hesitate now.Inside, the house was quiet. I didn’t need to search for Xavier—I could feel his presence even before I found
HANNAH’S POVThe morning sunlight slanted through the window, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. The warmth should have been comforting, but it wasn’t. It’s been a week since mom was buried and also the first time am about to leave the house alone.I knelt, adjusting the strap of my shoes with steady hands, but my heart pounded in a slow, uneasy rhythm. Behind me, the quiet hum of Jackson playing with his blocks filled the air, the soft clatters of plastic meeting the floor. But I felt him watching me.Xavier.He stood by the door, arms crossed, his stormy eyes dark with unspoken thoughts—concern? Frustration? Both, maybe.I didn’t look up. Not yet.“You’re sure you don’t want me to drive you?” His voice was low, careful—controlled. But underneath it was something raw, a plea dressed as a question.I forced a small smile, finally meeting his gaze. “I’ll be fine, Xavier. It’s just my mother’s house.”His jaw tightened, a flicker of doubt flashing across his face. He dragg
First, let me take a moment to say how much I appreciate all of you who have stuck with this book from the very beginning. Your support means everything to me, and I wouldn’t be here without you.As some of you may have noticed, this month’s daily updates have come to a close. But don’t worry—this is just the beginning! Act One of the story has officially wrapped up, and Act Two is coming next month. Expect tangled loose ends to unravel, shocking betrayals, and explosive moments from both heroes and villains. Trust me, the drama is just heating up.Before we move forward, though, I have some serious questions for you. Let’s get real, dive deep, and stir the pot:1. Who is your favorite character—and do you think they’re as good or as heroic as they seem? What flaws do you see in them that others might not?2. Which villain do you secretly root for? Come on, admit it—some of them have charm, wit, or motives that make them oddly irresistible. Who’s your guilty pleasure villain, and why?
XAVIER’S POVWhen I walked in with Jackson in my arms, I half-expected to find Hannah where I’d left her—probably curled up in bed, either crying or staring at the ceiling in exhausted silence. Instead, the sharp, rhythmic sound of a knife against the cutting board greeted me.She stood at the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, dicing vegetables with a precision that bordered on mechanical. I stopped in the doorway, the sight hitting me harder than I expected.Her movements were smooth but rigid, her shoulders tight, her jaw clenched. She wasn’t just cooking dinner—she was trying to hold herself together, gripping that knife like it was the only thing tethering her to the ground.I set Jackson in his high chair by the table. He giggled, his little legs kicking with unfiltered joy.“Stay here, buddy,” I whispered, brushing a hand over his soft curls.As I moved closer to Hannah, I softened my footsteps. She didn’t look up, didn’t even acknowledge me. Her focus was unyielding, each cho
HANNAH’S POVTwo days later, the Shadow Moon Pack gathered beneath a gray, brooding sky, heavy with unshed rain. The damp earth clung to our boots as if nature itself shared in our mourning. Grief hung thick in the air—almost tangible—pressing down on every chest, every breath.We hadn’t yet recovered from Ella’s death, and now we stood here again, burying Cecilia. The ache was relentless, a gaping void that refused to be filled.The whispers about Vivian’s death had not died down. They lingered, a low murmur of unanswered questions and unspoken fears. Her mysterious and unresolved passing hovered like a ghost at the edges of our collective mind. No one dared speak of it during the ceremony, but I saw it in their eyes—a quiet unease weaving through the crowd like a thread pulled too tight.I stood at the head of the grave—Cecilia’s grave. Her name felt foreign and jagged in my mind. As the only family she had left, the task of leading the rites fell to me. My voice didn’t waver as I s
Hannah’s POVI stayed by Cecilia’s bedside all night, my fingers interlaced with hers as though my grip alone could anchor her to this world. The doctor’s words replayed in my mind, relentless and cold: Her heart is getting weaker.What if she woke up and I wasn’t there? What if the moment I left, she slipped away? The thought clawed at me, suffocating. So I stayed rooted by her side, refusing to move an inch.The dim hum of the monitors was both a comfort and a threat, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat a fragile promise. I watched her chest rise and fall, willing each breath to continue. Her skin was pale—translucent almost—as though the light of life inside her was dimming.By morning, exhaustion wrapped around me like a heavy coat. I rested my head on the edge of her bed, the blanket warm and worn beneath my cheek. Sleep stole me in brief, flickering moments where memories danced—Mom in the kitchen, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon filling the air, her laugh a melody I hadn’t rea
COBY’S POVFor a brief moment, his smirk faltered. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but I saw it. That tiny crack in his armor bolstered me."You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You’re trying to bait me, Elijah, but it’s not going to work. I came here for justice, and I’ll get it—whether you like it or not."Elijah’s playful demeanor evaporated, replaced by something colder, sharper. "Careful, Coby," he warned, his voice icy. "You’re treading on dangerous ground. If you want to keep your precious little life intact, I suggest you tread lightly."I leaned in close, so close I could feel his breath against my face. "You don’t scare me," I hissed. "You’re nothing but a coward hiding behind your power. And when the truth comes out, the pack will see you for what you really are."I turned and walked away, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his gaze boring into my back, but I didn’t look back. Not now. Not ever.He might think he’s clever, trying to pin this on me, but I w