Atlas' Pov The shock was immediate, rippling through the pack like a thunderclap. Murmurs erupted from every corner, disbelief etched on the faces of my pack members. Even I was momentarily stunned, her words hitting me like a physical blow. My jaw tightened as I tried to process what she had just claimed. “Akira…” I started, my voice low but firm, trying to regain control of the situation. “What are you talking about?” She stepped closer, her eyes glinting with triumph as if she had planned this moment to perfection. “You heard me,” she said boldly. “I’m carrying your child, and now you’re announcing to the entire pack that I’m not your Luna? That I mean nothing to you?” The pack’s murmurs grew louder, the tension in the air nearly unbearable. I could see the mix of confusion, anger, and judgment in their eyes. They didn’t know what to believe, and for a brief moment, I felt the pressure of their expectations weighing heavily on me. “Enough!” I growled, silencing the room w
Kaida’s POV After the chaos of the pack meeting and my confrontation with Atlas, I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the constant back and forth—it was suffocating. I needed to leave, to put distance between myself and everything that tied me to him. I found my father and brother in the pack house’s common room, deep in conversation. Their voices hushed when I entered, their expressions immediately shifting to concern. I must have looked as shaken as I felt. “Kaida?” my father said, his brow furrowing as he stood. “What’s wrong, princess?” I hesitated for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts, but there was no easy way to say what I needed to. “Dad, Axel… I’ve made a decision,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute. “I want to leave the pack. Permanently.” Both of them froze, their eyes widening in shock. “Leave?” Axel asked, stepping closer. “Kaida, what are you talking about? Why would you want to leave?” I took a deep breath, forcing myself to meet their gazes. “I
Atlas’s POV I stood by the pack house, watching as Kaida’s father, Alpha Thor and her brother, Axel, approached. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, the tension palpable. Kaida was nowhere in sight, but I could feel her absence like a hollow ache in my chest. “Alpha Atlas,” Thor began, his tone polite but firm as he extended a hand. I shook it, nodding in acknowledgment. “Alpha Thor, Axel,” I replied, keeping my voice calm even though I could sense the purpose behind their visit. Thor looked me straight in the eye, his gaze unwavering. “I want to thank you for accommodating us all these years. For the protection, the trust, and the opportunities you’ve given my family.” “You’re welcome,” I said, but I could feel there was more coming. His expression hardened slightly, the faintest edge of steel entering his tone. “But I must ask one thing of you, Alpha. Stay far away from my daughter.” The words hit like a blow, but I kept my composure. “Kaida is strong, but s
Kaida’s POV The morning air was high in the sky as I stood on the training grounds of Miguel’s pack, my hands clenched tightly at my sides. The clinking of weapons and the grunts of warriors filled the air as wolves sparred around me. Miguel, ever composed, stood to the side, observing the drills with an approving nod. “Kaida,” he called, his voice carrying over the noise. I turned to face him, keeping my expression neutral. “Yes, Alpha?” Miguel walked over, his presence as commanding as ever. “This pack thrives on discipline, strength, and loyalty. You’ve been given a chance here, and I hope you’re ready to show what you’re made of.” “I am,” I replied firmly, meeting his gaze. He smiled faintly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Good. Let’s see if your reputation lives up to it.” The words carried weight, and I could feel the eyes of the warriors around us, their gazes skeptical. It didn’t bother me. I wasn’t here to impress anyone. I was here to find my place, to rebuild
Kaida’s POV The days in Miguel’s pack passed quickly, and though I was beginning to find my rhythm, something still felt off. I couldn’t tell if it was the formal or the nature of the wolves here or the weight of my own thoughts, but I often felt like I was trying to fit into a mold that wasn’t made for me. One afternoon, I decided to take a break from the structured training and walked through the bustling central grounds. Wolves moved about, laughing. to the stoic warriors I trained with every morning. It was refreshing to see this side of the pack—less disciplined, more alive. As I strolled, I heard a familiar voice call out behind me. “Kaida!” I turned to see Linda jogging toward me, a broad smile on her face. She was one of the few wolves I’d started to feel comfortable around, her warm demeanor a welcome change from the sharp-edged personalities I’d encountered so far. “You looked like you were about to sneak off somewhere,” she said teasingly, falling into step beside me
Kaida’s POV The morning after the gathering, the pack was alive with its usual buzz of activity. Warriors moved between the training grounds and the barracks, and a group of pups played near the communal dining hall, their laughter ringing out. On the surface, it seemed like a normal day. But for me, the discovery of Miguel’s letter had left an uneasy feeling in my chest. I hadn’t decided what to do about it yet. The letter’s implications weren’t entirely clear, and part of me wondered if I was overreacting. Still, something about Miguel’s mention of “securing the outsider’s trust” didn’t sit right with me. "I don't trust him." Selena my wolf said. "Neither do I Selena." I replied "We will beet his us if he tries something funny." my over protective wolf said. "Easy girl." I replied her laughing at her comment. “Kaida,” a familiar voice called out, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to see Miguel approaching, his usual confident smile in place. He looked as relaxed and
Kaida’s POV The tension in the air was palpable as we marched the rogue back to Miguel’s pack grounds. He walked ahead of us, his shoulders hunched and his breathing erratic. Darius kept a firm grip on his arm, while Lina and Jace flanked him, their eyes scanning the forest for any signs of an ambush. I walked at the rear, my mind spinning with questions. Who was this wolf? Why had he trespassed into Miguel’s territory? And most importantly, what did his appearance have to do with the strange alliance Miguel was trying to forge with Alpha Logan? As we approached the gates, my father and Axel were waiting, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. My father, always the measured one, stepped forward first. “Kaida,” he said, his eyes darting to the rogue. “What’s going on here?” “We found him near the northern border,” I explained. “He was acting suspicious, and he refused to tell us which pack he belongs to.” Axel crossed his arms, his gaze narrowing. “What do you pl
Atlas’s POV The early morning sun did little to warm the cold emptiness in my chest. The training grounds were filled with the sounds of grunts and heavy footsteps as warriors sparred and practiced maneuvers, their breath fogging in the air. I stood on the edge of the field, my arms crossed, my gaze sharp as I surveyed them. Every imperfection, every hesitation, every missed strike caught my attention, fueling the restless anger that had become my constant companion. “Form tighter ranks!” I barked, my voice cutting through the air like a whip. “If this were a real fight, you’d be dead already!” The warriors scrambled to adjust, their movements hurried and tense. I knew I was being harsher than usual, but I didn’t care. There was no room for weakness—not in this pack, and certainly not in me. “Again,” I ordered, pacing along the line. As they resumed their drills, my mind drifted, unbidden, to her. Kaida. Her name was a dagger, sharp and painful, twisting deeper with every
Kaida’s POV The echoes of the warriors’ howls faded into the night, but the storm Seraphina had left behind still raged inside me. I had fought for this pack. Bled for it. And yet, I was still the villain in their eyes. Atlas’s grip on my shoulder was steady, grounding me, but the weight of Seraphina’s words still clung to me like a shadow. "Your presence alone has endangered everyone here." I clenched my fists. No. The only danger here was those who sought to control me, to use my power for their own purposes. I wasn’t the cause of destruction—I was the weapon they feared losing control over. And I refused to be anyone’s pawn. That night, sleep refused to come. I sat by the window of my room, staring at the moon as if it held the answers I desperately needed. Logan was planning something, and whatever it was, it wouldn’t be small. I had been fighting battles since the day I stepped foot in Crescent Moon, and yet, it felt like I was no closer to winning the war. The pack
Kaida’s pov In the war room, Atlas stood at the head of the table, his gaze locked on the maps and plans before him. Axel and Jace flanked him, their discussions focused on tracking Logan before he could rebuild. “We have to move quickly,” Jace said. “Logan fled, but we all know he’ll regroup. Shadowfang is still a threat.” Atlas nodded. “We’ll gather our scouts and—” The heavy slam of the war room door interrupted him, and a sharp voice cut through the room like a blade. “Atlas!” We turned as Lady Seraphina entered, her imposing presence silencing the room. Her silver hair gleamed under the lantern light, and her piercing blue eyes held a fury I wasn’t prepared for. “Grandma,” Atlas said, stepping forward. “This isn’t a good time—” “Be silent,” she snapped, her tone brooking no argument. “I’ve had enough of this madness.” Her gaze landed on me, and her lips curled into a sneer. “And you. This is all you're doing.” Her words hit like a slap, and I felt my claws flex instinc
Kaida’s POV The battlefield was a chaotic storm of snarls, growls, and the clash of blades. Crescent Moon warriors fought with ferocity, meeting Logan’s forces head-on at the eastern border. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the cries of wolves locked in combat. Atlas’s voice carried over the noise as he commanded the warriors, his presence a pillar of strength. But despite our efforts, Logan’s forces pressed hard, their numbers relentless. “We’re holding,” Axel shouted, cutting through a rogue with a swift strike. “But not for long!” My chest burned with frustration. This fight was dragging on, and every second cost us more lives. Logan’s pack was too coordinated, their tactics too precise. Then I saw him—Alpha Logan. He stood at the edge of the battle, barking orders to his warriors, his presence like a shadow over the battlefield. My vision tunneled. I could feel the fury rising within me, an unrelenting force that burned brighter with every passing mome
Kaida’s POV The packhouse was alive with tension the morning after the attack on Oakwood’s territory. Warriors moved with purpose, sharpening blades, mending armor, and exchanging whispers about the success of our ambush. Despite the lingering adrenaline, I knew this was only a temporary victory. Atlas stood at the war room table, his hands braced against the map spread before him. His expression was unreadable, but the furrow in his brow betrayed his thoughts. “They’ll retaliate,” he said, his voice steady but edged with determination. I nodded, stepping closer. “And they’ll come at us harder. Logan won’t let this go unanswered.” Atlas looked up, his eyes locking with mine. “We need to prepare for the next move. I want to hit them again before they can regroup.” I hesitated. “Another attack? So soon?” “Yes,” Atlas said firmly. “We have the momentum. If we wait, they’ll rebuild, and Logan will use this time to strengthen his alliances.” I couldn’t argue with his logic. Striki
Kaida’s POV The air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth as we moved silently through Oakwood’s territory. Each step brought us closer to Alpha Logan’s camp. I tightened my grip on the blade strapped to my thigh, my heartbeat steady despite the tension thrumming through the group. Atlas led the charge, his movements silent and deliberate. “Stay sharp,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “This needs to be fast and clean. No mistakes.” I nodded, signaling to Axel, who flanked my left. Our target was Logan’s supply depot—a critical weak point. If we could destroy it, we’d cut off their resources and weaken their forces. The southern entrance was poorly guarded, just as our scouts had reported. Two guards patrolled lazily, their attention more on the quiet night than on potential threats. Axel signaled to me. I nodded, crouching low as we crept forward. In one synchronized motion, Axel and I dispatched the guards, their bodies crumpling silently to the ground. “
Akira’s POV The following morning, the Oakwood packhouse buzzed with activity. My father, Alpha Logan, had summoned his lieutenants for a final strategy meeting. As Miguel and I entered the council chamber, the tension was palpable. Alpha Logan stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding. His icy gaze swept over the room before landing on me. “Akira,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Do you and Miguel have any updates to share?” Miguel took his seat beside me, his confidence radiating like a shield. “Crescent Moon is making moves to rally neighboring packs. Atlas is trying to shore up his defenses, but it’s a desperate play.” My father’s expression hardened, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Desperation makes wolves reckless. We must use that to our advantage.” I leaned forward, my tone sharp. “Atlas is predictable. He’ll focus on defense, but he’ll also try to protect Kaida at all costs. She’s his weakness.” Logan smirked, nodding in approval. “And we will exp
Akira’s POV The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the lavish room in my father’s packhouse, casting flickering shadows on the walls. I stood by the window, looking out at the sprawling territory of Oakwood Pack. My mind raced with plans, alliances, and strategies, but the satisfaction of knowing that Crescent Moon’s destruction was imminent brought a smile to my lips. “Deep in thought?” Miguel’s deep voice broke through the silence. I turned to see him leaning against the doorway, his dark eyes studying me with a mix of amusement and desire. “Always,” I replied, walking toward him. “You know how I am. There’s always a plot brewing.” Miguel smirked, stepping forward to close the distance between us. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “That’s what I love about you, Akira. You’re relentless. Ruthless.” “And you love that, don’t you?” I teased, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Among other things,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. We moved
Atlas’s POV Despite the looming threat, I found myself drawn to Kaida’s quiet strength. She carried herself with a grace that belied the storm raging within her, and it was impossible not to admire the fire in her eyes. I watched her from the training grounds as she sparred with Axel. Her movements were sharp, her strikes precise, but there was a ferocity in her that felt different tonight—like she was fighting ghosts only she could see. “She’s impressive,” Jace said, stepping up beside me. “She’s more than that,” I replied, my voice soft but certain. “She’s the heart of this pack.” Jace nodded, but his expression was grim. “She’s also a target, Atlas. Logan and Akira won’t stop until they’ve destroyed her.” “They’ll have to go through me first,” I said, my jaw tightening. Later that evening, I found Kaida sitting by the river, her legs dangling over the edge of the dock. The moonlight danced across the water, casting a soft glow on her features. I approached quietly, not wan
Atlas’s POV I stood at the head of the war table in the strategy room, Kaida by my side. Her sharp eyes scanned the maps and notes scattered across the surface. Axel, Alex, and my beta, Jace, surrounded us, their expressions grim. “We need allies,” Jace said, breaking the silence. “We can’t hold against those numbers alone.” “I’ve already sent word to the neighboring packs,” I replied. “But we don’t know if they’ll answer in time.” Kaida frowned, tapping her fingers against the edge of the table. “Logan’s alliances aren’t built on trust—they’re built on fear and power. If we can disrupt his forces and sow doubt among his allies, we might be able to turn the tide.” Alex nodded, his voice cautious. “Logan’s strength lies in his ability to intimidate. If we expose his weaknesses, his allies might think twice about following him into battle.” “And what about Akira?” Axel asked, his tone laced with anger. “She’s not just another pawn in Logan’s game. She’s dangerous, and she k