LUISThe night air feels colder than usual, biting against my skin as I pace the balcony outside my office. Agatha.Her name echoes in my mind, unbidden, followed by flashes of her face—those fiery eyes that now burn with an intensity that wasn’t there before, the way she stood her ground against me the day she challenged my authority. And worst of all, that moment on her birthday when I caught her scent. It struck me like a thunderbolt.Mate.Mark growls in my mind, his voice heavy with frustration. You knew from the first time you kissed her.“I didn’t know,” I hissed aloud, gripping the balcony rail until my knuckles turned white.You’re lying to yourself. I felt it. You felt it. His growl deepens, filled with disappointment. And yet, you chose to ignore it. Look where that’s gotten us.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out, but he’s relentless.Agatha is suffering because of you, and so is Lilly. This isn’t right, Luis.I slam my fist against the railing, the sound ech
LUISThe morning air crackles with anticipation. Even before the whispers reach my ears, I can feel the energy shift in the packhouse. Something monumental is happening. By the time I step out of my room, the halls are already buzzing with pack members. Nervous glances are exchanged, whispers hissed under breaths."Alpha Conrad is back."The words hit me like a thunderclap. My father, the former Alpha of the Vanderwilson pack, the one who started a war and left us to fight it, has returned after years of absence. For a moment, I’m frozen. My heart pounds, and Mark stirs uneasily in my mind.Why now?Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the grand hall before I see him. The crowd parts like the Red Sea, and there he is—Alpha Conrad Vanderwilson. He’s even more imposing than I remember, his sheer presence dominating the room. His jet-black hair, streaked with gray, is slicked back, and his piercing gold eyes sweep over everyone like a predator surveying his prey. His aura is suffocating
The golden rays of the setting sun seep through the campus trees as I sit with Sarah, Ruth, Tyler, Leo, and Matt in the university’s open garden. The day has been filled with laughter and teasing, my friends ensuring I don’t slip back into the somber mood that has clung to me since the rogue attack on my birthday.I find myself smiling more than I expected, enjoying the warmth of their company despite the lingering anxiety in the back of my mind. Since that night, every shadow feels sharper, every sound more threatening. My Lycan, Caroline, has been restless too, pacing in my mind and reminding me that the world isn’t as safe as it seems right now.But for now, I’m choosing to enjoy this. Tyler is telling a story about his disastrous attempt at cooking dinner last week, complete with dramatic hand gestures and exaggerated voices for ever
It’s been a few days since the Matt-kiss disaster, and the memory still burns brighter than a solar flare. Caroline hasn’t let me forget it either, gleefully replaying Luis’s scowl every chance she gets.“Do you think he was mad because he wanted to kiss us? Or because Matt actually did?”“Shut up, Caroline,” I mutter, brushing past a low branch as I stalk through the woods near the Vanderwilson estate.My wolf huffs, the sound full of amusement. “You’re no fun. You know, it’s been three days, and Luis is nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s stewing. Brooding. Imagining all the ways he could—”“Caroline!”“—ruin his brother's existence,” she finishes with a snicker.I roll my eyes and focus on the task at hand. The woods are unusually quiet today, the kind of silence that sets my teeth on edge. Luis may be ignoring me completely, but I’ve thrown myself into something much bigger to keep my mind busy: the rogue problem.They’ve been getting bolder, striking closer and closer to Vanderwilson
The deafening wail of the school alarm shatters the silence, yanking my attention away from Luis and toward the door. My pulse quickens as I hear faint but distinct police sirens approaching in the distance.“What the hell?” I whisper, my voice drowned out by the relentless blaring.Luis’s jaw tightens, his gaze darting to the window. “Humans must’ve seen the rogues,” he mutters, his tone laced with irritation. “We can’t deal with this here. If the police show up, we’ll have an entirely different mess to clean up.”“Fantastic,” I say, throwing up my hands. “Just what we need—rogues and cops.”Luis shoots me a sharp look. “Agatha, focus.”“Focusing,” I reply quickly, though my sarcasm doesn’t completely disappear.“Come on,” he says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the door. His hand is warm, firm, and entirely too distracting.Caroline, my wolf, huffs in my head. “I wouldn’t mind if he held onto us forever.”“Not helping, Caroline,” I snapped internally.We slip out of the lib
Standing at the doorstep of the Vanderwilson mansion, I grip the handles of my suitcases as though they’re the only things anchoring me to the ground. The cold air wraps around me, biting at my skin, but I barely feel it. My eyes are fixed on the sprawling mansion before me, its towering arches and intricate stone carvings practically dripping with opulence.“I would have never thought there’d be a day where I’d resent this place,” I mutter internally to Caroline, my wolf. “Is it too late to go back to campus?”Caroline snorts. “Oh, sure. Let’s run back to the campus crawling with rogues. Fantastic idea. You want me to call the ambulance now, or should we wait for the rogue to chew through your leg first?”“I’m just saying,” I grumble. &ld
The journal sits heavy on my lap like it knows its secrets might crush me. I flip through its pages, scanning my father’s meticulous handwriting. His words are calm, measured—a stark contrast to the chaos spinning in my head. The more I read, the clearer the pieces become, but it’s a puzzle I’m terrified to finish. If Luis’s father was involved in my father’s death, does that mean Luis knows? The question feels like a slap. And then there’s Lilly. Could she really be oblivious to something so monumental? Or has she, too, been playing her part in some dark family conspiracy? Caroline speaks up, her voice sharp and biting. “You’re spiraling again. This is why we don’t do detective work at night. Go to sleep before you have an existential crisis and decide to run into the forest barefoot like a lunatic.” “I’m fine,” I snap, though the tightening in my chest says otherwise. Caroline snorts. “Sure, and I’m a vegan wolf.” I ignore her. The mansion outside my room feels too quiet,
It’s been three days since my awkward run-in with Luis’s father, and his words still echo in my mind. “We value respect and honesty in this house.” The irony of it burns like fire in my chest. If honesty were truly a virtue here, this mansion wouldn’t feel like a tomb stuffed with secrets.But right now, I have a bigger problem: my sister, Lilly.The conversation we had yesterday plays on a loop in my head like a bad soap opera. She’d cornered me in the kitchen after dinner, her voice soft but her eyes suspiciously red. “Agatha,” she started, her tone too careful, too measured, “how do you feel about Luis?”How do I feel about Luis? What does that even mean? He’s the man who saved me from my horrible stepfather, yet he’s also the guy who looks at me like I’m an unfinished puzzle missing the one piece he’ll never find. And now, I’m living under his roof with my sister—his wife.“Uh, he’s...fine?” I’d said, trying not to look as uncomfortable as I felt.Her lips pressed into a tight lin
Agatha’s POVI was broken.Like, spiritually, emotionally, mentally—every possible way a person could be shattered. I had just endured an hour-long, self-inflicted punishment of watching Matthew and Paris redefine the phrase "going at it like animals," and now I was standing outside the tent, gasping for breath like I had just run a marathon through hell.Luis was still laughing. Katherine had the audacity to give me a slow, approving nod, as if I had just completed some sacred rite of passage.Clo? Oh, Clo was loving this. He was grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat. "So," he drawled, arms crossed, "you stood there for a whole hour? Just… watching?"I WAS IN SHOCK! I screeched inte
Agatha’s POV1 hour later...I looked like a creep.I felt like a creep.I knew I wasn’t a creep, but let’s be honest—I had no way to justify my actions. Because why, WHY, had I been standing in the same exact spot for a whole hour, watching that?I had walked into the tent looking for answers. Instead, I had found Mattew—serious, borderline sociopathic, terrifying Mattew—ruthlessly plowing into Paris like he was trying to single handedly end a bloodline.And yet, I hadn’t moved.I should have left. The normal thing to do would have been to spin around and sprint out of there the moment I saw naked limbs tangling and heard sounds I will never unhear. But no, my idiot brain had decided to short-circuit, leaving me rooted in place like some deranged voyeur.What the hell are you doing?! Caroline’s voice hissed in my head. My wolf was practically vibrating with disbelief. MOVE! LEAVE! GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE YOU FRY
Agatha's POVIt’s been two days since we arrived at this so-called rogue camp, and let me tell you, I’ve learned more than I ever wanted to know.First off, I think I might actually be allowing myself to fall in love with Luis, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel guilty about it. And before you ask—yes, I am aware that this is terrible timing, considering we’re technically in enemy territory. But feelings don’t care about logic.Unfortunately, Caroline has developed a full-blown obsession with Luis. If she says his name one more time, I swear I will throw her into the freezing lake nearby.Secondly, this isn’t actually a rogue camp. Turns out, Luis and I were completely off-base assuming these people were criminals. They only look like rogues because they’re operating behind enemy lines. Katherine told me they’re part of the powerful Lycan royal pack—the same one my region has been at war with since before I was even born. So, yeah. That’s a fun revelation. I’ve been unknow
Agatha's POVIt’s been two days since we arrived at this so-called rogue camp, and let me tell you, I’ve learned more than I ever wanted to know.First off, I think I might actually be allowing myself to fall in love with Luis, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel guilty about it. And before you ask—yes, I am aware that this is terrible timing, considering we’re technically in enemy territory. But feelings don’t care about logic.Unfortunately, Caroline has developed a full-blown obsession with Luis. If she says his name one more time, I swear I will throw her into the freezing lake nearby.Secondly, this isn’t actually a rogue camp. Turns out, Luis and I were completely off-base assuming these people were criminals. They only look like rogues because they’re operating behind enemy lines. Katherine told me they’re part of the powerful Lycan royal pack—the same one my region has been at war with since before I was even born. So, yeah. That’s a fun revelation. I’ve been unknow
Lilly’s POVI scowl and turn on my heel, speed-walking away before I do something embarrassing like trip over a severed limb. I don’t dare look back, but I can feel him watching me as I disappear into the trees.Who the hell was that guy?You called him an angel, Lilly. Are you being serious right now?He just murdered those guys, and I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. MESMERIZED. Like some kind of blood-drunk idiot. And his tattoos? They were detailed, intricate, almost like old paintings. One in particular looked familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen it before. Great. Another thing for my ever-growing "figure out later" list.Right now, I need to get somewhere safe. I need to process everything I just discovered.Agatha isn’t my real sister. She’s a princess. And apparently, the key to everything.Dad had a secret alliance with the Lycan clan from Europe.Another war brewing; apparently two wars weren't good enough for them.Alexander is a sick, power-hungry lunatic.A
Lilly’s POVI scowl and turn on my heel, speed-walking away before I do something humiliating, like trip over a severed limb. I don’t dare look back, but I can feel him watching me as I disappear into the trees.Who the hell was that guy?You called him an angel, Lilly. Are you being serious right now?He slaughtered those men like they were nothing, and yet… I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. Those tattoos—detailed, intricate, like paintings. And one in particular—it looked familiar. But where had I seen it before? Ugh. Add that to my ever-growing list of “figure out later.”For now, I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere I can breathe, process, think about the absolute disaster my world has become.Agatha isn’t really my sister. She’s a princess and apparently the key to some grand scheme.My dad was close with the European Lycan clan. Why?The war .Alexander is a psychotic, power-hungry bastard and the mystrious reason why he is even here instead of fighting the war he appear
Lilly’s POV"Now that I can see your face clearly, you're really pretty. Isn’t she?" The man grabs my face roughly and yanks it toward the others.There are four of them, not counting Bob—who is still clutching his mangled leg like it personally betrayed him. His face is scrunched up in pain, but at least it’s healing already, right? Silver lining.The other men nod in agreement. Well, except for Bob. Bob is still staring at me like I owe him financial compensation for his suffering. Maybe if I kissed his wound and apologized, he’d stop glaring at me like that?"Well then," the man holding me says. And just like that, he shoves me onto the ground. Hard. My top is yanked over my head, covering my face.What. The. Actual. Fuck."Wait! What do you think you’re doing?!" I shout, my voice shaking.I need to calm down. If they’re about to do what I think they’re about to do, panic will only make it worse. Fear excites bastards like these.I suck in a deep breath, but my top is still coverin
Lilly's lungs burned as she tore through the shallow woods, her feet pounding against the cold earth, heart slamming against her ribs like a war drum. She didn't dare look back. The men from the Winterfall mansion were on her tail, and their footsteps sounded too close.“Faster, Lilly, faster!” she practically screamed at her own legs, begging them to move even though they felt like lead. The branches scratched her bare arms, but she didn’t care. Pain was better than getting caught.“We can’t let her get away! Do you understand me?” one of the men growled behind her, his voice low but urgent.‘Yeah, well, good luck with that,’ she thought, a wild grin flashing across her face despite her fear. She was fast—always had been. And if she could make it to the deep part of the Winterfall woods, she could lose them for sure.She pulled her gun from her waistband and blindly fired over her shoulder. The loud pop-pop shattered the stillness of the forest.“Ah!” A man screamed in pain, and she
Lilly crouched on the thick branch of the old oak tree, her fingers gripping the rough bark as she steadied herself. The Winterfall mansion loomed before her, its darkened windows staring back like hollow eyes. A cold breeze rustled through the night, sending a chill down her spine, but she ignored it.She hadn’t been here in years.Not since the night she left.The memory was fresh, like an old wound reopened. The cold corridors, the heavy silence, the unbearable weight of her father’s death pressing down on her. She had escaped that night, vowing never to return.Yet here she was.With a heavy sigh, she reached for the familiar window on the east wing, pressing her fingers against the frame. It was still loose—just as it had always been. With a careful push, she eased it open and slid inside, landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.The air inside was stale, thick with dust and memories. The east wing had been off-limits for years—her father’s private space, filled with history