Lily’s POVAs I quickened my pace, each step struck the ground with a force that matched the pounding in my chest. Andrew’s voice called out behind me, soft but pleading. “Lily... wait.”But I couldn’t look back. His eyes had held something I wasn’t ready to face—an understanding, a compassion that felt too close, too much.The warmth of his hand still lingered on my wrist from when he’d tried to hold me back, grounding me for that one brief moment. But I tore away, needing distance. I needed to drown out his kindness before it softened me.“Lily,” his voice echoed once more, fainter this time as I rounded the corner. *Just keep moving.*Mom’s voice filled my head again, trembling, choked with a fear she didn’t need to spell out. I knew who she feared: Elder Elijah.The very name crawled under my skin like ice. How many years had his shadow hung over us, his threats leaving us caged, breathless, afraid to step out of line? I clenched my fists, the anger pushing me forward.The echo of
LILY’S POVI fought back a sob, forcing a strained smile. “It’s okay, Mom,” I lied. We both knew it wasn’t. Nothing about this was okay. Her face crumpled, an ocean of worry and fear etched into every line, deepened by my choice.I squared my shoulders, grabbed my bag, and pushed down the fear clawing up my throat. I had to protect her—no matter the cost. Without another word, I turned and left, the cold evening air biting at my skin as I made my way to Elder Elijah’s estate.The mansion loomed in the distance, each spire reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers, casting shadows that seemed to grow longer, darker, as I approached. A familiar servant greeted me with a nod, his face blank and impassive, his voice monotone. “Elder Elijah is expecting you.”I nodded back, swallowing hard as he stepped aside, revealing a dim hallway that stretched toward a closed door. My pulse quickened, each beat hammering in my ears as I took slow, reluctant steps toward it. I stopped just outside,
**TRIGGER WARNING(None consensual scene)**LILY’S POVI stepped into the bathroom, feeling like I was dragging my feet through cement. Each step felt slower, heavier. I avoided my reflection at first, but my gaze drifted up—caught, almost unwillingly, by the face staring back at me.It didn’t feel like mine. I saw a girl hollowed out, the edges of her mouth pressed tight, eyes dark and glassy. A stranger. The weight of the silence pressed on me, and a prickle stung the back of my eyes, threatening tears. I clenched my jaw and swallowed. Not here. Not now.My gaze dropped to the counter, to the small pile of clothes waiting for me, mocking me with their presence. The underwear, stark against the cool surface, felt like some cruel emblem of this moment. It sat there, a thing I couldn’t escape, a command in fabric form.I took a shaky breath. My hand hovered over it, fingers twitching, reluctant to touch it, like it might burn. “You have to,” I murmured softly, the sound barely escaping
LILY’S POVAs I stumbled away from Elder Elijah’s house, my heart thundered wildly, each beat a raw reminder of what had happened. I could still feel the ghost of his touch crawling beneath my skin like a poison I couldn’t purge. The taste of him lingered in my mouth.I wanted to scream, to run, but my legs felt like lead. Where could I go? Home? My mother’s face flashed in my mind, her eyes filling with worry, her heart shattering once she knew. I couldn’t bear to see her look at me like that.I wiped away the tears with trembling fingers, willing myself to hold it together. Somehow, without even realizing it, I found myself outside Andrew’s quarters. My stomach twisted into untangleable knots.What would he think if he saw me like this—broken, hollow, smeared with the weight of someone taking advantage of me? I almost turned away, but before I could move, the door swung open.Andrew stood there, his expression softening the moment he saw me. He looked tired, his hair slightly mussed
ANDREW’S POVAs I held Lily close, her frail body trembling, her tears soaking into my shirt, a fire blazed inside me—a raw, consuming anger directed at that monster, Elijah. He was not fit to be an Elder. If anything, he should be hanged on a stake for everyone to see.I’d always sensed he was no good. The way he looked at Lily, his eyes crawling over her with a lecherous hunger, had never sat right with me. I thought I’d protected her before, interrupting his advances. But I’d been wrong.He was smarter and had other means. He’d attacked again—this time more viciously, with a deception I hadn’t foreseen. My jaw clenched, and a bitter taste filled my mouth. Why had I let her go? Why hadn’t I insisted on walking her home?“Andrew…” she murmured, her voice so faint I barely heard it. Her fingers curled weakly into my shirt, as if clinging to the last scraps of safety.I could feel her sorrow, her shame, and my heart ached, knowing that I hadn’t been there for her when she needed me.“L
Andrew’s POVI hesitated, feeling my stomach twist. My voice wavered slightly as I forced the words out. "He… he forced himself on her, Hannah. That monster… he hurt her, both physically and… emotionally. And I’m afraid this might not be the first time."Hannah’s face went pale, her jaw clenching so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. Her voice came out low, simmering with barely contained rage. "How do you know this?"I took a shaky breath, the memory of Lily’s broken voice flashing in my mind. "She told me. Came to me last night, shattered. Scared in a way I’d never seen before. She told me everything."Hannah’s gaze burned into mine, fierce and unyielding. "Andrew," she said, her voice a deadly whisper, "we’re going to handle this. I promise you."I felt the gravity of her words, but I forced myself to stay grounded. "But we need proof," I replied, feeling the weight of reality pressing down on us. "And we need to protect Lily and her mother. Elijah… he won’t stop until he’s des
HANNAH’S POVAs Andrew walked away, my thoughts twisted in a storm of anger and worry. Elder Elijah’s actions were beyond belief—a betrayal so deep it cut through every bond of trust our pack had ever built with him. And the fact that Lily, my dear friend, had been hurt by his hand was unforgivable.I hurried to our room, my chest tight. Inside, I found Xavier and our son, Jackson, playing on the floor. Laughter bubbled up around them, filling the room with light—a sharp contrast to the turmoil inside me.Xavier looked up and immediately saw the worry etched on my face. His smile faded as he stood, his expression shifting from playful to serious. "Hannah," he said, his voice soft but tense. "What’s going on?”Jackson sensed the change too, his small hands grabbing Xavier’s leg. I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Andrew just left,” I said. “He told me... about Elder Elijah. About what he did to Lily.”“What did that bastard do?” he asked. I recounted everything Andr
HANNAH POVFor a second, she just stared at me, shock and fury in her eyes. Then she wiped the blood from her nose, smirking as if savoring the taste of it. “Betrayal hurts, doesn’t it?” she sneered, a twisted smile spreading over her face. “Coby would never betray me because he loves me. You’re nothing but a bitter memory to him.”The rage inside me burned hotter. I saw flashes of Coby’s face—his smile, his desperate promises, the hope I’d foolishly clung to. Was she right? Was everything he showed Xavier and me that day, when he came to see Jackson, a lie?I pushed the thought down, straightening my shoulders and forcing myself to breathe. “You’re wrong, Vivian,” I said coldly, my voice stronger than I felt. “Coby’s love for his son is stronger than any fantasy you cling to.”For a flicker of a moment, doubt shadowed her face, but she quickly covered it with a sneer. “We’ll see about that,” she whispered, retreating with a glint of dark satisfaction. I watched her go, willing my han
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