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
VIVIAN'S POVThe sun bore down on me, unforgiving, pressing heat into my skin as I pushed through the crowded street, clutching my nose. Blood trickled down my fingers, warm and sticky.Every throb echoed with her name—Hannah. Her face flashed in my mind, her smirk like a brand. I could still feel the sting of her slap on my cheek. She’d done this. Humiliated me. And she thought she could walk away? No. She was wrong.I pushed through the crowd harder, my grip on my nose tightening against the pain. I ignored the stares as people noticed the blood smeared on my hand. The thought of Hannah’s smug face twisted my lips into a cold, bitter smile.That bitch dared to do that—to me. Rage swelled, scorching away the sting. She’d pay, and she’d pay soon.Weaving through the bustling crowd, I couldn’t help but smirk. Hannah might think she had the upper hand, especially with Coby sticking close to her, but that confidence of hers was nothing more than a flimsy mask. She was about to learn how
VIVIAN’S POVAs the meeting wrapped up, I rose to leave, feeling Elder Elijah’s steady gaze on me. His eyes crinkled in a knowing smile. “Our alliance will be mutually beneficial, Vivian,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. Each word carried a weight that settled between us like an unspoken pact.I nodded, extending my hand. “I’m glad we agree on that,” I replied, keeping my voice steady as I looked him in the eye.He took my hand firmly, his grip warmer than I’d expected, lingering just a second too long. “Until next time, Vivian,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes remained locked on mine, intent and unreadable.I quickly broke away, heading out of his study before his gaze could uncover anything hidden.The crisp evening air hit me as I stepped outside, clearing the heavy remnants of the conversation. By the car, Eva leaned against the hood, watching me with a look that said she’d been reading the whole situation from afar.Sliding into the passenger seat,
COBY’S POVI knocked on the bathroom door, pressing my ear to the wood, waiting. Silence. My heart thumped heavily in the stillness, anxiety gnawing at me from the inside out."Vivian," I whispered, my voice soft but desperate, though I knew she couldn’t hear me over the running water. I let out a shaky breath, slid to the floor, and pulled out the note I’d scrawled earlier. "Vivian, we need to talk – Coby."I slipped the note under the door, hoping it might reach her in a way my words couldn’t. Hannah’s voice echoed in my head—her threats, her clipped tone, the icy edge in her eyes when she’d warned me. Vivian was dancing with danger, and I had to make her understand.If she kept this up, she'd face Hannah’s wrath, and I couldn’t bear to think about what that would mean. Vivian didn’t know the weight of the consequences, but I did. She had to stop. She had to.But even as I thought it, I could see that familiar defiance in her eyes, that spark of stubborn resolve. She was relentless.
COBY'S POVI pushed myself harder, the cold night air biting into my lungs—sharp and unforgiving. Each breath was a struggle, icy needles stabbing into my chest, but I pushed through, ignoring the burn, letting my wolf’s instincts take control.The thrill of the run was exhilarating, blurring the doubts that clawed at me with every pounding heartbeat. The woods were dense, shadowed—foreign. One wrong step could mean a run-in with the pack patrol, or worse... a rogue.I slowed down, letting my paws glide over the damp earth, savoring the rich scent of leaves and soil. For a brief moment, I felt like I belonged here—lost among the trees, just another shadow slipping through the night.The burdens of Hannah, of Vivian, of everything, faded, replaced by a raw, grounding quiet. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, letting the wildness seep into me.A faint murmur broke the silence, snapping me from my trance. My ears perked up, curiosity prickling as I padded forward cautiously. A chill c
XAVIER’S POVThe council members shuffled out, some casting sidelong glances, their faces unreadable masks. I held my expression steady, nodding at each one as they passed. “Thank you, gentlemen. Your input has been invaluable,” I said, keeping my voice steady but subtly dismissive.When the door clicked shut, I turned to the only one left. “Stay, Elijah. I need a word.” My tone was sharp, slicing through the quiet room.Elijah’s bushy eyebrows arched, and he sank back into the seat across from me, an amused smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth. “Well, this sounds serious, Alpha,” he said, his voice light with forced innocence, but there was a glint of something darker in his eyes.“It is,” I replied, my voice steady as I leaned back, steepling my fingers. “I’ve received some troubling reports about you and… Lily, Elijah.” I let the words settle heavily between us, measuring his reaction. “And when I say troubling, I mean accusations of a forced sexual relationship. Threats.”Eli
XAVIER’S POVAs I drove through the bustling streets, passing shops and restaurants filled with oblivious humans, I felt a mix of relief and unease. They went about their lives, unaware of the secrets and battles hiding in the shadows around them. Our kind were safer hidden, unbothered by their scrutiny.My thoughts drifted back to my mate again as I wondered what gift to get her this time. Jewelry? Flowers? Or maybe something more personal, something that captured the bond we shared.I sighed, feeling the wind in my face as I navigated the street corners. The weight of the world felt lighter with thoughts of her in it, and I intended to keep it that way.The hum of the city buzzed around me as I parked, sounds of laughter and hurried footsteps blending together like a living heartbeat of downtown. With each step along the sidewalk, I glanced at store windows, my gaze catching on a diamond necklace gleaming under the afternoon sunlight.It sparkled, reminding me of Hannah’s smile. My
COBY’S POVI clenched my hands into fists, my resolve hardening as I thought about everything. Before I could further my plans involving Elijah. I would find a way to eliminate any evidence in that report linking me to the crime and expose Elijah for the monster he truly was.When Xavier and the pack saw the truth behind his mask, I’d ensure he was the one who paid the ultimate price. No one else needed to know my secret. As far as the world was concerned, Vivian’s killer was still out there—and I would keep it that way.I walked briskly to my car, my mind racing with possibilities. They couldn’t get too close. I couldn’t let that happen. If they found out, it would all be over—my plan, my revenge, my life as I knew it.Sitting behind the wheel, I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. My thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning. I needed to think, to figure out how to stay one step ahead of them. Because if the truth came out, there would be no escape. Not for me.The driv
COBY’S POVThe chill of the evening clung to my skin as I left the training grounds, sharper than the sweat cooling on my back. But it was nothing compared to the ice coiling in my chest. The hospital loomed against the night sky, its white walls muted in the dim glow of the streetlights when I arrived.I lingered by the side entrance, my pulse steady but my breath shallow. From here, I could hear them—voices threading through the stillness. I hadn’t come to eavesdrop; I’d come to check on Cecilia, to see if there was any improvement. But now, I found myself rooted to the spot, my feet betraying me, my ears straining to pick up the conversation between Hannah and Xavier.Hannah’s voice drifted down the lobby, soft yet strained. “I can’t leave, Xavier. What if she wakes up and I’m not here? I need to be with her.”I peeked around the corner, watching as she stood firm, her arms crossed in that determined way of hers. Xavier sighed, his tone calm but edged with frustration. “Hannah, you
COBY’S POVI stumbled out of Eva’s house, my chest heaving as if I’d run miles, though my legs barely registered the steps beneath them. My mind was a storm—rage and regret swirling so violently that I couldn’t think straight.Each breath felt sharp, cutting through the tightness in my throat. My feet moved on their own, pulling me farther from the suffocating weight of what I’d just done—farther from her house.Eva’s face wouldn’t leave me. That pale, terrified expression—the way her lips trembled as she backed away from me. The memory tightened around my ribs like a vice. My hands curled into fists at my sides.I’d come so close. Too close to choking the life out of her tonight.Her fear had thrilled me for one terrible second. That scared me even more than anything else. But she deserved it, didn’t she? After everything she’d done? For the lies, the pain, and the part she played in Vivian’s destruction?Vivian.Her name ripped through me like glass. I stopped dead in my tracks, my
EVA’S POVCoby's words hung in the air like smoke, clinging to every breath I tried to take. His eyes, sharp and relentless, bore into mine, alive with a storm of emotions I couldn’t begin to unravel. When he stepped closer, his movements deliberate, almost predatory, my heart raced. His voice, low and serrated with urgency, sliced through the suffocating silence."I know you know something, Eva. Don’t lie to me." His words were a command, not a plea. "This isn’t the time for games. If you have even the slightest idea who’s behind this, you have to tell me."I stumbled back, the intensity of his presence nearly knocking me off balance. My chest heaved as panic swirled in my gut. "I—I don’t know anything, Coby." My voice was barely audible, a quivering whisper trying to rise above the weight of his accusation. "I swear, I don’t know what happened."Coby’s eyes narrowed, his frustration turning to something darker. "You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t just about Vivian. Someone’s tryin
EVA’S POVThe floor felt cold against my legs, grounding me in the oppressive silence. My chest heaved, but I couldn’t fill my lungs. Fear clawed at me, digging deeper with every second. My hands trembled, my fingers numb as if I’d been gripping ice for hours.How long could I keep running? Every escape route seemed to collapse the moment I thought of it. Doors slammed shut before I even reached for the handle. And the pack...their rules, their suffocating watchfulness—they were closing in. My throat tightened. Was there even a way out?The suitcase at my side felt impossibly heavy as I hauled it upright. The weight wasn’t just in the fabric or the few belongings I’d managed to shove in. It was the memories. The questions I couldn’t shake. It was Vivian—her face, her voice. The way her laugh used to light up a room. The way her death had shattered everything.I stood up slowly, dragging the suitcase with me. It felt heavier now, as if the very weight of it mocked my attempts to escape
EVA’S POVThe drive home was a haze of headlights and shadows, my thoughts a chaotic swirl refusing to settle. Elijah didn’t kill Vivian—I knew that in my bones. But if it wasn’t him, then who? The thought sent icy fingers crawling up my spine. Someone out there knew too much. Someone was watching, waiting. And they weren’t done yet.My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my fingers throbbed, but the pain barely registered. Fear gnawed at me, a silent predator with its teeth sunk deep into my chest. Vivian was dead, and if they could kill her, what was stopping them from coming after me? I wasn’t innocent—I was as tangled in this nightmare as anyone else. Maybe even more.When I finally pulled into my driveway, the familiar sight of my house didn’t bring the comfort it once had. The front porch seemed strange, darker. Every creak of the trees in the wind felt like a warning. My pulse thundered as I scanned the street, the yards, the empty windows of the neighboring houses. Was
ELIJAH’S POVEva’s eyes flickered around the room, wild and restless, like a bird caught in a cage. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, and her fingers clutched the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.“What if we can’t figure it out in time?” she whispered, her voice trembling as though it might shatter under its own weight. “What if they come for us before we even know who it is?”I leaned against the desk, feigning a calm I didn’t feel. My stomach churned with unease, a dull ache radiating through my ribs, but I kept my voice steady.“That’s not going to happen,” I said, though the certainty in my words felt borrowed, hollow. “We’ve survived worse, Eva. We’ll survive this. But we can’t falter. Not now.”Her laugh was sharp and brittle, cutting through the room like broken glass. She raked a hand through her disheveled hair, her movements jerky with frustration.“Worse than this? Are you kidding me, Elijah? Vivian is dead. Do you get that? Dead. And wh
Elijah’s POVI paced the office, my shoes scuffing the worn hardwood, my chest tight with unease. Every second stretched thin as the chaos from last night churned through my mind like a relentless storm.Vivian.Her name clung to my thoughts, heavy and unsettling. Her death wasn’t surprising—I’d predicted it, even counted on it—but it felt wrong. Like a picture slightly askew. Someone else was moving pieces on the board, and the thought made my gut twist.I stopped mid-step, running a hand through my hair as the question gnawed at me. I had planned for disruptions, but this—this was different. The timing was too perfect. Or maybe… too convenient.Inhaling deeply, I pressed my hands against the desk. The cool wood steadied me, but my thoughts wouldn’t follow suit. I couldn’t shake the sense that I was being played.A sharp, hurried knock came at the door, and before I could respond, it flew open. Eva stood there, breathing hard, her red hair wild as if she’d run through a storm to get
Hannah’s POVMy breath caught in my throat as Xavier and I lunged toward her.“Mom!” My voice cracked, panic breaking through my usual composure. I knelt beside her, pressing trembling hands to her shoulders and shaking her gently. “Cecilia, can you hear me?”Xavier was already at her neck, his expression locked in grim determination. His fingertips searched for her pulse.“She’s breathing,” he said, a whisper of relief cutting through his low, firm voice. “Faint, but steady.”I sagged for a fleeting second before urgency yanked me back upright. Xavier didn’t wait—he slid his arms beneath her with careful precision, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. The sight of her limp frame in his arms sent a shiver racing down my spine.I scrambled ahead, fumbling with the car door, my fingers betraying their weakness in the face of fear.“She’ll be okay,” I muttered under my breath, though the words felt hollow—like a desperate plea wrapped in fragile hope.The drive to the hospital was