Ember’s POV.I could not help but wonder what he meant by “Raven’s Peak is bleeding” but I understand that in the moment he received the news, he was a fragile, shattered thing, his very existence threatened by the crushing weight of the news.There was not enough time for me to shake out a response from him, because someone came to the estate and drove back out with him. I guess my curiosity and concerns will have to live in my head rent free for now.“Um…you're still here, Ember?” Ava asks, as she notices my attention had a u-turn amidst our conversation.“Yeah, sorry about that” I breathed “a lot has happened and I have not slept for days now” I added, while massaging my eyes.“Well, I really do hope you are being taken care of in the big house you mentioned earlier. And your knight in shining armor, hope he is not being a jerk” she asks, clearly rolling her eyes.“Oh, no. He’s a gentleman, he’s a hard nut to crack but being a jerk is not one of his qualities” I say, with a smile o
ENID’S POV.THREE DAYS AGO!I stand, staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise office, gazing out at the disaster in front of me. The power plant exploded to tiny bits and razed every office within a few miles radius. I feel terribly bad for the victims and their families.Darius Lark appears with a conflicting look on his face, clearly in shock of the sight displayed in front of him.“What are you doing here, Mr. Lark?” I ask, clearly curious about his presence here.“This is my town also, Enid. And explosions like this are hard to miss” he says “Any news as to what might have caused the explosion?” He asks."Nothing yet. The investigation is still ongoing, but it's clear it was no accident." I say, with a deep sense of conviction.Darius's expression turned grim. "I figured as much. Asher's not coming to visit the site?" He added.I nodded. "He says it's too soon, that he can't face it yet."Darius sighed. "I don't blame him. Losing people under your watch... it's a
Asher’s POV.As I stood on the windswept peak, the memory of my father's words echoed through my mind. Four years ago, I had shared his vision of a harmonious Raven's Peak, where wolves and humans could coexist in peace. For generations, our kinds had been sworn enemies, locked in a cycle of bloodshed and fear. But my father had believed that our differences could be bridged, that the unique strengths of both our species could be combined to create something new and stronger. I had devoted myself to continuing his work, experimenting with the forbidden art of crossbreeding between our kinds. But now, as I gazed out at the divided landscape, I wondered if that dream was nothing more than a distant fantasy, lost forever in the wake of our ongoing struggle.“Do you have a moment, Asher?” Ember asks, as she propels open the door to my study.“Ahem! Of course, come on in. Please sit.” I insisted, arranging my posture on my seat.“You have been in your study since you returned from the meet
Ember’s POV.“….and that's how I met Asher Nightshade, the billionaire you and I thought was out of reach when we both started as young photojournalists” I say, Ava couldn’t stop giggling.“Aww, that sounds like the beginning of a perfect love story” Ava says.“Love story? Don’t be silly. I don’t even know if there’s anything” I fire back.“Your eyes were dreamy when you were narrating the story about how you guys met. I know for a fact that you like him. I hope he feels the same way about you” Ava says, raising her eyebrows.“You’ll rough him up, I know Ava. But I strongly believe he likes me too. There’s this calmness he shows whenever he’s with me. Don’t get me wrong he is annoying and arrogant like most billionaires, but it fades whenever I’m with him” I say. Ava smiles.“Well, I’m just genuinely happy seeing you talk about a man and all, I know how traumatic your past relationship was. I’m rooting for you girl” Ava says, giving me a slight hug.“Enough about me, tell me how’s the
ASHER’S POV.When I came to, I was lying on the forest floor, my head throbbing and my body battered. The moon had dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in an eerie silence.I slowly sat up, my eyes scanning the darkness. I feel looked at by a thousand eyes, I’m not alone, but I do not know who is here with me. Someone had been there and someone still is, watching me, trying to help me. “How the fuck did I get here?!” I asked out loud, with nothing but the wind answering.I cannot fathom how I was laying here in the middle of the forest all by myself. “Is someone there? Reveal yourself!!” I yelled out.“Hello Skinwalker” a haunting howl sound sent echoes across the forest.“Stay back!” I growled, fangs and claws out, the hairs in my back piercing the air. Ready to strike.“I am here to help, not harm you. Ease yourself, Skinwalker” the mysterious girl says.“Why do you keep calling me that?” I ask, maintaining my stance.“Because that’s who you are, or should I say, that’s wh
EMBER’S POV. “I cannot believe how amazingly beautiful Raven’s Peak is, I still don’t get why it’s called a ‘TOWN’ this could go toe to toe with any major city in America in terms of development” Ava says, enthusiastically. She’s genuinely impressed. “I guess it’s because they do not want Raven’s Peak to lose its identity. I don’t know!” I replied. “Whatever the reason might be, it is genuinely beautiful. It’s no wonder it’s a tourist attraction since we heard about it” Ava added. As we ventured deeper into the wilderness, I couldn't help but think that Ava’s camera had become an extension of herself. She snapped photos of every breathtaking vista, every quaint street corner, and every towering tree. Our city tour had been a whirlwind of steel and stone, but now, surrounded by the untamed beauty of nature, I felt my senses come alive. The forest floor, a tapestry of emerald and gold, stretched out before us like an endless canvas. The sunlight filtering through the canopy ab
EMBER’S POVThe drive back home from Nightshade Power Inc. was deafening with the awkward silence that accompanied us— My mind kept taking trips back to the creepy and disturbing way Mr. Lark gazed at me. I’ve had my fair share of perverted CEOs trying to sleep with me in this line of work, but that look was neither lust or danger—it was at best disturbing.“That was the most bizarre interview I’ve ever done with my life” Ava kills the silence. “Why the fuck was he staring into your soul like that for?”“I have no idea” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.“Whatever the look meant, I’m just glad we got the opportunity to do the interview, now my vacation starts properly” Ava sighed.“I’m happy for you” I replied, while I unburdened myself from the captivity of my fabrics.“Mmm-hmm, you’re the one who has two billionaires on lock” Ava mockingly says. “How do you do it?” She rhetorically asked.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, there was something pretty weird about the way he ke
DARIUS LARK’S POV.The fundraising unfolds in a luxurious ballroom, filled with esteemed guests and supporters of my philanthropic endeavors. The room was abuzz with conversation and the clinking of glasses as attendees mingled and enjoyed the evening's festivities.At the center of the event, I stood confidently, surveying the crowd with a warm smile. I was flanked by Myka, my assistant.As the evening wore on, Ava and Ember made their way to the room.“Welcome ladies, I’m glad you could make it” I said, flashing a smile and welcoming them in a warm embrace.Ava, resplendent in a sparkling silver dress, is more welcoming, Ember, her counterpart, gave me a reluctant half embrace."Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends and supporters, I am honored to stand before you tonight to talk about a cause that is very close to my heart," Myka said, his eyes shining with passion. "As many of you know, our organization has been working tirelessly to support underprivileged communities and provide th
ASHER’S POV*Flashback*There was blood everywhere—on Julian’s shirt, on my hands, smeared across the cold stone floor. He was still breathing, barely. Short, ragged gasps. His eyes kept fluttering, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay awake or not.“He’s burning up,” I said, pressing harder against the wound.“I know,” Vivianne snapped. “Move.”I stepped aside, letting her fall to her knees beside him. Her hands were already glowing with that quiet, old magic she never flaunted, just used. Her fingers went straight to his chest, her face a mask of control even as her lip trembled.“It was Aiden,” I said. “The dagger was poisoned. He knew what he was doing.”Vivianne didn’t respond.She just leaned over Julian, whispering under her breath—not spells, just… words. A mother talking to her son like she could keep him here with the sound of her voice alone.“You’re not done yet, Julian,” she murmured. “Don’t you dare be done.”He groaned faintly. Barely there.I looked down at him—thi
**NEUTRAL POV** The courtyard ran red. Bodies shifted in and out of fur—wolves in full transformation, claws flashing, teeth tearing, roars and growls blurring with human screams. The scent of iron and ash choked the air. Above them, the blood moon burned like a watching god. Asher moved like a storm through the wreckage of his home. He took down two of them in a single motion—black-furred wolves lunging from opposite ends. His claws ripped across a flank, his jaws crushed a throat. He didn’t recognize the faces until they shifted mid-collapse. Young. Too young. Julian’s wolves. Trained. Fast. Loyal. And now dead. *Damn you, Julian. You made this a war.* A third came at him—larger, silver-eyed, too fast for his claws. Asher was slammed into the side wall, ribs cracking against stone. He growled, shoved off the wall, and leapt, transforming mid-air. Wolf into man again, using the shift for speed. He landed hard, fists swinging. The wolf fell. And then— Julian s
**Scene: Neutral Pov**The wind had changed again. Asher stood at the top of the south tower, his hands gripping the stone ledge as dusk slipped into night. The valley stretched beneath him—black pine, steep rock, and the river that once fed the mountain like a vein. But there was something wrong with the air. It felt… emptied. He closed his eyes, tilted his head, and listened. Silence. Too much of it. No boots crunching on gravel. No low voices from the patrols. Even the usual call-and-response of the perimeter guards was missing. A flash of heat licked down his spine. He turned sharply, cloak sweeping behind him, and descended the stairs with controlled urgency. The great hall echoed as he entered—too still, too hollow. The hearth still burned, but no one stood watch. No attendant waiting in the shadows to offer updates. Not even the steward. His steps quickened as he made his way down the east corridor toward the barracks. The doors stood slightly ajar. No guards flanked th
**Scene: Neutral Pov The War Room – Night Before the Blood Moon**The hall was quieter than usual.Not because it was empty—it was far from it. The warriors of Julian’s side had gathered, shoulder to shoulder, boots muddy, cloaks damp from the mist outside. But no one spoke above a murmur. The kind of quiet that meant everyone was listening.Julian stood at the front of the old stone room, one hand resting on the edge of the long table, fingers curled into the wood like it might steady him.To his left stood his mother, **Vivianne**—still and regal, her presence commanding even in silence. And just behind them, a little off-center, **Aiden**, his uncle. Stoic. Watching everything.Julian cleared his throat, trying to ease the dryness that had crept in during the long walk up the mountain. His voice was steady, but softer than most expected when he spoke.“I’m not here to promise we’ll all come back the same,” he began. “I won’t insult you by pretending this isn’t dangerous. Or complic
**Scene: Vivianne and Julian – Evening, the old study**The rain tapped softly against the windows of the old study, the kind of sound that filled the silence without breaking it.Julian sat in the chair by the hearth, his elbows on his knees, eyes flickering with the light of the fire. He looked tired—but not from lack of sleep. From carrying too many thoughts in a head that had always been too sharp for its own good.Vivianne poured tea into a worn clay cup and handed it to him. He took it without a word, grateful for the warmth in his hands.“You’ve been quiet,” she said, settling across from him.Julian gave her a small shrug. “Just thinking.”“About Asher?” she guessed.“About everything.” He leaned back, staring at the flames. “It feels like no matter what I do, I’m either betraying someone or disappointing someone else.”Vivianne watched him for a moment. Then she said, “That’s the price of leadership, love. Not everyone can pay it.”Julian didn’t answer.She set her cup down.
**Scene: Flashback – Asher’s POV**It had rained that morning.The scent of damp earth still clung to the stones as Asher stood at the edge of the Moon Room, silent, watchful. He was younger then—barely out of his first shift—but Thane had brought him anyway, told him to listen, *not just with your ears, but with your spine*.The old wolves were seated in a loose circle around the firepit, its flame more for ceremony than warmth. A dozen voices, some murmuring, some sharp, had filled the room for the last hour.But now it was quiet.Because Thane Nightshade was speaking.“As wolves,” Thane said, standing with his arms folded behind his back, “we are guardians of a wildness the world forgets. We are strength, yes—but we are not savagery.”Some nodded. Others shifted, uneasy.“Our ancestors forged these borders to keep humans out,” he continued, “but I believe the future will not be built by walls. It will be built by bridges.”A ripple went through the circle.“We cannot rule through f
EMBER’S POVThe garden had always been my place to breathe.Even now, long past dusk, I found myself there—barefoot in the dew-damp grass, fingers brushing along the edge of a lavender bush that had started to wilt too early in the season. The moon hung low, veiled behind thin clouds. Everything was still. Too still.Something wasn’t right.I couldn’t name it, not really. But it sat in me stomach like a stone. A restless, twisting feeling that hadn’t gone away in days. I tried to shake it off—pacing between the flowerbeds, plucking dead leaves, distracting myself with quiet rituals. Still, the unease lingered, low and gnawing.My hand settled on my stomach without me thinking about it.*Something’s coming.* I didn’t know what. Only that the air felt heavier. Like it was waiting.I was so deep in thought I didn’t hear him approach.“Didn’t expect to find you out here.”I turned, startled. Asher stood just beyond the stone arch, dressed in dark clothes, no cloak—his usual armor of qui
ENID’S POVThe woods were quiet in that way that only happened before something terrible. No birdsong, no rustle. Just stillness. I stood near the fire pit, arms crossed, watching the last embers from the scouting report burn down. The map was already burned into my mind anyway.Lark stepped up behind me. He didn’t announce herself—he never did—but I didn’t flinch. I knew that footfall.“It’s a bad night for secrets,” Lark said, voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, but my eyes stayed on the flames. “It’s a worse night for cowards.”A beat passed.“I didn’t say you were one,” Lark replied gently. “Just… you’re holding something back.”I finally turned to him. “I want this done. I want it done *right*. And I want our people alive. That’s not hesitation. That’s a promise.”Lark watched me carefully. “So it’s just Asher and Ember.”I nodded. “They’re the poison. We cut them out, maybe the rest can heal. No one else gets touched.”“Raven’s Peak won’t see it that way,” Lark said. “They’l
ASHER’S POVThe sun was out for once—no fog, no stormclouds looming. Just that soft spring warmth that made the trees look greener and the pavement less gray. It was a beautiful day in Hollowbend a small town just outside Raven’s Peak.Ember sat across from me at a little patio table outside The Juniper Café, poking at a sandwich she’d barely touched. Her camera bag rested by her feet, and her hair kept catching the breeze, brushing across her cheek. She looked… tired. The kind of tired that lives under your skin, not the kind you sleep off.“I know I said I was hungry,” she muttered, pushing lettuce aside, “but I think I lied.” She added.“You didn’t lie,” I said, sipping my iced tea. “You just forgot your stomach exists.”That earned the tiniest smile. “That’s fair.”Truth was, she hadn’t said much since the nightmare. I could still feel it clinging to her like a second shadow—Ava’s name always just under the surface, even when she didn’t say it.So today wasn’t about answers or pla