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,
Akira’s POV Flashback The cool night hit my skin as I moved swiftly through the dense forest separating the Crescent Moon pack from Miguel’s territory. Every snap of a twig and rustle of leaves sent my heart racing, but the thrill of what I was about to do kept me going. I had waited long enough for Atlas to make me his Luna but Kaida’s rising influence in Crescent Moon was intolerable, her mere presence a constant reminder of my failures. Atlas had cast me aside for her and humiliated me, but I wouldn't let them win, and Miguel was the key. I slipped past the border guards with ease, my knowledge of Miguel’s patrol routes making the task almost too simple. His packhouse loomed ahead, its grand structure casting long shadows under the moonlight. Miguel was waiting for me in his office, leaning casually against his desk as if he had known I was coming. His dark eyes gleamed when I entered, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Akira,” he said, his voice smooth as silk
Akira’s POV The Crescent Moon pack archives were a place of forgotten whispers, their darkened shelves housing relics and secrets that most wolves never dared to touch. I wasn’t like most wolves. The flickering candle in my hand barely illuminated the rows of ancient tomes and artifacts as I prowled through the room. I had been here before, many times, hunting for scraps of knowledge that might give me an edge over Kaida. But tonight was different. I was looking for a secret I was told about Atlas's lineage. Something had drawn me here—a dream, a feeling, a pull I couldn’t explain. It was as though an invisible thread was guiding me deeper into the heart of the archives. The air grew colder the farther I ventured, the faint scent of dust and decay filling my nostrils. My candle flickered as if resisting the darkness that pressed in around me. At the end of a narrow aisle, I found a small, locked cabinet coated in a layer of dust so thick it looked untouched for decades. I cro
Kaida’s POV The morning air was crisp as I made my way toward the training grounds in Blood Moon pack, the sounds of sparring wolves echoing across the packhouse courtyard. Despite the growing tension over the past few weeks, today carried an unusual calmness. Wolves greeted one another, laughter spilled from the warriors as they trained, and the weight of the pack’s troubles seemed temporarily forgotten. It was a rare reprieve. Blood Moon pack wasn’t known for its camaraderie. Miguel’s strict rule fostered more fear than loyalty, but as a newcomer, I’d been fighting to prove myself since day one. As I approached, a group of warriors turned toward me, their expressions shifting from indifference to something warmer. “Morning, Kaida!” one called out, his grin wide. “Morning,” I replied, caught off guard by the sudden friendliness. “Careful, little sister,” Axel teased, falling into step beside me. “They’re starting to like you. You might actually be popular soon.” I rol
Kaida’s POV The day after the rogue attack, the Blood Moon pack buzzed with activity. Patrols doubled, warriors sharpened their blades, and Miguel called for increased training to prepare for whatever was coming. While the pack seemed determined, I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Akira’s name lingered in my thoughts, her possible connection to the rogues gnawing at the edges of my mind. She lived in Crescent Moon pack, far from here—so how could she be involved? “Kaida,” Axel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood by the training grounds, his expression serious. “Miguel wants to see us.” “Us?” I asked, surprised. Axel nodded. “Whatever this is, it’s big.” I followed him toward the packhouse, my nerves tightening with each step. Miguel’s Warning Miguel stood at the head of the war room, a large map of the territory spread across the table before him. His lieutenants flanked him, their faces grim. “Kaida, Axel,” Miguel greeted as we entered, his
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