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 air in Miguel’s pack felt heavier lately, as if the weight of unseen eyes pressed against me at every turn. The rogue’s presence had stirred questions, doubts, and unease that no one wanted to address directly. Miguel carried on as if everything was normal, but the growing tension among the pack members told a different story. As I walked through the training grounds that morning, the murmurs of wolves quieted as I passed. Their glances lingered too long, their whispers just loud enough to catch my attention. It wasn’t paranoia—I was being watched. “Kaida!” I turned at the sound of my father’s voice. He approached quickly, Axel trailing behind him. “Something wrong?” I asked, noting the serious look on his face. “Not here,” he said quietly. “Come with us.” We returned to the guesthouse, where my father closed the door firmly behind us. Axel leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while my father paced the room, his brow furrowed in thought. “Someone’s been ask
Miguel’s POVThe room was dimly lit, the glow of a single candle casting shadows across the walls of my private chambers. Alpha Logan sat across from me, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and calculating. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the faint sound of ice clinking against the glass filling the silence between us.“It’s going better than I could have hoped,” Logan said finally, his voice a mix of satisfaction and arrogance.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepled under my chin. “Yes, separating them was the key. Kaida was always the emotional anchor holding Atlas steady. Without her, he’s unraveling.”Logan chuckled darkly. “I warned him long ago—love is a weakness. It makes even the strongest Alphas vulnerable. Look at him now—lashing out at his pack, distracted by the chaos within his own walls.”My lips curled into a smirk. “Precisely as we intended.”Logan took a sip of his drink, his expression turning contemplative. “And Kaida? How is she adjusting?”“Sh
Kaida's POV Miguel’s words echoed in my mind, stirring an unease I couldn’t shake. “There’s a storm brewing… I need someone I can trust.” I should have felt honored. Miguel trusted me, or at least that’s what he claimed. But his sudden desire to pull me closer felt calculated, like he was testing me. I paced the small room, the creak of the floorboards beneath my boots breaking the oppressive silence. Something about this entire situation wasn’t adding up—the rogue’s cryptic warnings, the pack’s whispers, Miguel’s growing interest in me. It all felt like threads in a web I hadn’t yet unraveled. The logical part of me told me to trust no one, not even Miguel. But if I refused his request outright, I’d draw even more suspicion. I needed answers, and the only way to get them was to play his game… for now. The next morning, the pack felt heavier. Wolves moved about their duties, but I could feel eyes on me as I walked through the central grounds, their whispers barely concealed. “
Kaida’s POV My thoughts raced, each step fueled by confusion. The rogue’s cryptic words, the letter’s warning, and Miguel’s increasing interest in me had all led to this moment. My father knew something. He had to. When I opened the door, I found him sitting at the small table, a cup of tea in his hand and a distant look in his eyes. Axel was absent, likely off on patrol, leaving just the two of us. He glanced up as I entered, his expression shifting from calm to concerned as he saw my face. “Kaida?” he asked, setting the cup down. “What’s wrong?” I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath, gripping the letter tightly. “We need to talk, Dad.” His brow furrowed, but he nodded. “Of course. What is it?” I dropped the letter onto the table in front of him. “Someone sent this to me. It says I’m not safe, and that Miguel knows more about my family than I do.” My father’s face paled as he read the note, his fingers tightening around the paper. “Dad,” I said, my voi
Kaida’s POV It was a beautiful morning the sounds of the forest as we moved deeper into the woods. My father led the way, his steps deliberate but silent. Axel followed close behind, his sharp eyes scanning our surroundings. I trailed them both, my senses heightened, every sound and shadow setting me on edge.“Keep your voice low and your movements quieter,” my father whispered over his shoulder. “We’re far enough from the pack grounds, but we can’t take any chances.”I nodded, adjusting my pace to match his, If Miguel ever found out what we were doing, there would be no forgiveness.Finally, we reached the clearing. It was secluded, surrounded by thick trees and overgrown brush. The perfect place to hide what we were about to do.“This will do,” my father said, surveying the area.Axel dropped the small pack he’d been carrying, pulling out canteens. “It’s quiet,” he muttered, glancing around. “But we’ll need to set up a perimeter. I don’t trust the quiet.”“I’ll handle it,” he said,
Kaida’s POV Returning to Blood Moon territory felt like walking into a den of vipers, every step a reminder of the danger lurking in every shadow. Miguel’s calculated words from the mission briefing played on repeat in my mind, but this time, I wasn’t the naive pawn he thought I was. Axel and I had taken a detour to warn Atlas and set plans into motion. Now, we had to play our roles perfectly, or everything would crumble. The tension in the packhouse grew heavier when I arrived. Miguel was waiting in the war room, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as I entered. “Kaida,” he said smoothly. “Welcome back. How was the mission?” “It went well,” I replied, keeping my tone even. “We gathered the information you needed. Crescent Moon’s patrols are predictable, and their defenses are focused on their southern border.” Miguel’s eyes glinted with satisfaction. “Good work. You’ve proven yourself once again.” His praise felt like poison, but I forced a small smile. “I’m just doing my part.
Kaida’s POVThe night air was thick with tension as I paced my quarters in the Blood Moon packhouse, Miguel’s words from earlier echoing in my mind. He had tasked me with leading a mission into Crescent Moon pack to gather intelligence on their defenses—a mission that felt more like a trap the more I thought about it.Miguel’s calculated gaze and smooth tone haunted me, but the stakes were too high to refuse. If I didn’t play along, it would tip him off. And I couldn’t risk that.I glanced at Axel, who sat silently on the edge of my bed. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark with worry.“We both know this mission isn’t what it seems,” I said finally, breaking the silence.Axel looked up, his expression grim. “Of course, it’s not. Miguel doesn’t trust anyone, least of all you. This is a test, Kaida. And if he thinks you’ve failed, he’ll make sure you don’t come back.”“I know,” I said quietly, crossing my arms. “That’s why we’re not playing by his rules.”Axel frowned, setting his blade asi
Kaida’s povEvery smile, every nod, every carefully timed agreement brought me closer to the truth he was so desperate to conceal. But the deeper I dug, the more twisted the web became. Miguel wasn’t just focused on exploiting my powers. He was preparing for something bigger—something that involved more than just Blood Moon and Crescent Moon packs. It started with subtle changes. More rogues appearing near our borders, strange shipments arriving under cover of night, and Miguel spending hours locked away in his office with his most trusted warriors. And then I overheard something that changed everything. A Meeting in the Shadows It was late, the packhouse shrouded in darkness, when I crept toward the storage shed near the southern border. I had seen Miguel and two warriors enter earlier, their movements careful and deliberate. The faint murmur of voices drifted through the cracks in the wooden walls as I crouched nearby, my heart pounding in my chest. “…delivered last night,”
Kaida’s POV The days following my return to Blood Moon pack were a dance of deception. Miguel had grown more attentive, always pulling me into discussions about the pack’s defenses or watching me during training sessions with an intensity that set my nerves on edge. I couldn’t afford to slip. Not now. Every smile, every nod, every carefully chosen word was part of a performance, one I couldn’t allow Miguel to see through. He thought he had me fooled, that I trusted him. Little did he know, I was here to uncover every piece of his twisted plan. One morning, after a particularly grueling sparring session, Miguel approached me on the training grounds. His sharp eyes scanned me as I wiped the sweat from my brow. “You’re impressive, Kaida,” he said, his voice smooth. I straightened, forcing a polite smile. “Thank you, Alpha.” Miguel stepped closer, his tone shifting. “I’ve been thinking about your role here. You’ve proven yourself time and again. The pack respects you, and I believ
Kaida’s POV The morning after my secret meeting with Atlas, I stood on the edge of Crescent Moon pack territory, gazing out at the forest that separated me from Blood Moon. My chest felt heavy, torn between the desire to stay by Atlas’s side and the dangerous mission ahead. “You don’t have to do this,” Atlas said behind me, his voice low but firm. I turned to face him, his golden eyes filled with concern. “Yes, I do. If Miguel and Akira think I’m oblivious, they’ll continue their game—and that’s when we’ll strike.” Atlas stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. I can’t lose you, Kaida.” I placed my hand over his, my heart aching. “You won’t lose me. I swear.” He nodded reluctantly, his jaw tightening. “I’ll be watching. The moment you need me, I’ll be there.” With one last look, I turned and disappeared into the trees, the weight of our plan settling over me like a cloak. By the time I arrived at Blood Moon pack, the sun was h
Atlas's pov I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the faint glow of the crescent moon outside my window. Sleep had become a distant memory. Crescent Moon pack had grown restless under my leadership. Akira’s betrayal, the rogue attacks, and the whispers of Kaida’s name in every corner of my mind made it impossible to find peace. A faint creak pulled me from my thoughts. My muscles tensed as my eyes flicked to the door. It wasn’t unusual for wolves to seek me out at odd hours, but something about this felt different. The scent hit me before I saw her—wildflowers and the crispness of the forest after rain. My heart skipped a beat. “Kaida,” I whispered, my voice filled with disbelief as she slipped into the room. She shut the door quietly behind her, her gaze meeting mine with an intensity that sent a jolt through my chest. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you here again,” I said, rising from the bed. Kaida smiled softly, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I figure
Kaida’s POV The moonlight spilled into the quiet corridors of the Blood Moon packhouse,The restless energy swirling inside me wouldn’t let me sleep, so I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. As I moved through the dim hallways, my footsteps light, I caught the faint sound of voices. I paused, my ears pricking at the low tones coming from Miguel’s office. The door was slightly ajar, and though instinct told me to walk away, curiosity won. I stepped closer, pressing myself against the wall near the door, careful not to make a sound. “I don’t care how long it takes, Miguel,” Akira’s voice hissed, sharp with frustration. “Kaida needs to be dealt with. She’s stronger than we thought, and if we don’t act soon, she’ll become a problem for both of us.” My breath caught in my throat. Akira? She was in Blood Moon pack territory? “Patience,” Miguel replied, his tone calm and calculating. “Kaida is valuable. She trusts me more each day, and when the time is right, I’ll use tha
Kaida’s POV The tension in the room was palpable as I paced back and forth, my boots echoing on the wooden floor of the guesthouse. Axel sat on the edge of a worn armchair, his jaw clenched and arms crossed. Our father, Alpha Thor, leaned against the windowsill, his face shadowed with worry. “You’ve always said that Blood Moon pack wasn’t home,” I began, turning to face him. “That it was only temporary. Well, it’s time to take back what’s ours.” My father’s expression hardened, the weight of old memories settling in his gaze. “Kaida, you don’t understand. That battle wasn’t just about power. It was personal. I lost friends, family—everything. I won’t lose the two of you too.” Axel stood, his fists tightening at his sides. “And what are we supposed to do, Dad? Sit here forever and pretend like we’re happy while someone else rules what’s rightfully ours?” Our father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I’ve made my peace w
Kaida’s POV Sleep eluded me as the rogue’s words echoed in my mind: “Ask Akira.” It wasn’t possible—or at least, it shouldn’t have been. She lived in Crescent Moon pack, far from here. What kind of connection could she have to the rogues attacking Blood Moon pack? The question gnawed at me as the first light of dawn broke over the treetops. By the time Axel knocked on my door, I was already dressed and ready for whatever the day might bring. “We need to talk,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His sharp gaze swept over me, his expression more serious than usual. “What is it?” I asked. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” he admitted, sitting on the edge of my bed. “That rogue… You know something, don’t you?” I hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing down on me. Axel was my brother, my confidant, but the name I had heard carried too many implications. “He mentioned Akira,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. Axel’s eyes widened. “A