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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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 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
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