ASHER’S POV. “She hasn’t returned any of your calls yet?” I asked. “Not yet, I’ve called and texted, yet, no response from her. I’m beginning to get worried” Ember says. “You shouldn’t, I have a strong feeling she’s fine wherever she is” I replied. “She should at least reach out to me and say she’s fine then” “I..um.. called some of my contacts in Raven’s Peak International Airport and there’s no departure for a AVA BAKER of late” I announced “so it means she’s still in Raven’s Peak” I added. “Do you think it’s time to put out ‘missing person’ posters around town?” Ember asks, her voice breaking. “Let’s wait till evening, no one goes missing in Raven’s Peak without me noticing” I replied, calm and collected. “Okay Asher, thank you so much” Ember says, I could hear her sniffing back tears on the other end of the phone call. “Hey Kitten, it’s alright. She’s gonna come back to you soon. You’ll see” I assured her. “I believe you, Asher. I feel so much better knowing yo
ASHER’S POV.What in the world just happened? It’d be an insult to call that sex, that was the most enthralling love making in the history of love making. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but this was a masterpiece. Ember Wellesley isn’t just a beautiful woman, she’s a force to be reckoned with both in and out. That memory we created is something I’ll have with me till my dying days. “Wow!” I said out loud, as I took a sharp bend to my estate. I let out a giggle at the thought of everything that had happened last night.“What is wrong with me?!” I rhetorically shook my head.I stepped out of my sleek, black Maybach and onto the winding driveway of my estate. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the lush greenery. I stretched my arms, feeling the weight of a long day of meetings and of course that energetic night at Ember’s. As I walked towards the entrance, I noticed a faint hum of activity coming from within.As I pushed open the massive wooden doors, a loud "Surprise!
EMBER’S POV.I stepped out of the shadows, my eyes scanning the deserted alleyway with a mix of fear and determination. The only sound was the distant hum of the city, and the soft rustling of trash blowing in the wind. I had been instructed to come alone, and to wear a disguise. My hand instinctively went to the wig and sunglasses that concealed my identity, a nervous habit I couldn't shake.As I waited, my mind raced with thoughts of Ava. Was she safe? Was she scared? My heart ached with every passing moment, my desperation growing.“Where the fuck are you?” I asked underneath my breath, while eyeballing my wrist watch. 1059pm!Suddenly a figure emerged from the darkness, tall and imposing. My heart quickened, my palms growing sweaty. I stood my ground, trying to appear braver than I felt.The figure nodded, its features obscured by a hoodie. "I have Ava," it said, the voice distorted and unrecognizable. My eyes narrowed, my grip on my purse tightening.“Great, I want her back! Wher
ASHER’S POV.My eyes peeled open, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. I was drenched in sweat, my sheets tangled around my legs like a messy web. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure what was real and what was just a dream.But as the fog cleared, the memory of the nightmare came flooding back. Ember, trapped and screaming, flames licking at her skin. My stomach twisted with anxiety, my mind racing with the fear that lingered long after I’d awoken.I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air like two restless limbs. I rubbed my face, trying to scrub away the lingering fear, but it clung to me like a bad omen.My eyes scanned the dark room, the shadows cast by the moonlight outside making me feel like I was drowning in an ocean of uncertainty. The silence was oppressive, heavy with foreboding.My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone, my heart racing with anticipation. I sent Ember a text, the words tumbling out in a frantic
EMBER’S POV.“Ahh!” I peeled open my eyes, with my hand immediately rushing to the side of my head — “this damn migraine!” I thought to myself. The bright light of the sunrise flooded into the room, I stared at the beautiful scenery outside the window, the sound of the faucet was loud enough that made me realize Asher is in there.I can’t remember what really happened last night, all I know is I cried my heart out, the realization that I’ve lost my best friend for a petty reason is killing me. I wish there was something I could do or say that will change her mind, but she seemed determined and the hatred she was for me has clearly settled deep in her heart.“Morning sleepy head” he says, wrapping the towel around his waist “you’re finally awake” he added.I massaged my eyes and couldn’t find my voice to respond.“Ahem! I..uh..I am sorry I slept off like that” faintly finding my voice. “And I’m sorry for coming unannounced,” I added.“Nah, you’re okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for,
JULIAN ST. CLAIR’S POV.“Have you had eyes on her yet?”“No, sir. She’s not been home for days now. I think she’s with Asher at the big house”“I don’t pay you to think, do your damn job and find me results”“But Mr. Lark says I should stay put and observe from a safe distance”“Do you answer to me or Lark?”“You sir”“Find out where she is and let me know, I need to talk to her immediately”“Will do, sir”As the call dropped, my mind went on a tug of war of questions; Where could she be?, is she safe? Does she even know what she means to me? I hope mother hasn’t done anything drastic, she knows I love Ember, the feelings grow stronger by the day. And mother isn’t one who likes sharing her toys—she’s a selfish lover, sometimes I feel used and manipulated by her. But I know I wouldn’t be half the man I am today without her.“Julian?” I heard a faint voice in the background calling out to me, I shifted my gaze to the direction. Scanning the living room for the person and my gaze rested
EMBER’S POV.I haven’t cried and prayed like I have like this since my parents died, I’ve lost everything in my life—Lord please do not let me lose this one. He’s all I’ve got. Give Asher back to me, this wasn’t even suppose to be him. That bullet had my name written on it. I don’t know why, or who I’ve pissed off that would want to see me kidnapped or even worse—dead!I keep wandering and pacing back and forth in the visitors room waiting for the doctor to come out. Praying to all the gods I know of. “Ms Ember?” A voice stopped me in my tracks.“Yes, that’s Me” I turned face front to him “how is it he?”“He’s going to be fine ma’am, the bullet missed all his vital organs” he says “but he needs rest, so we’d keep him here for some days so we can monitor his improvement” the doctor added.“Thank you Doctor, thank you so much” I say. “No, thank you. You saved him actually, you brought him in time. The lose of blood would’ve been detrimental, but you reacted on time. So give yourself s
JULIAN ST. CLAIR’S POV.“You need to find a way to get me in touch with Ember” I say.There was a brief silence hovering around in the room for a moment, with only the sound of wine touching glass. I gazed at him and I could clearly see he’s letting the words I just said sink in.“That would be a difficult task to carry out” he finally says “Asher will have her moved into the big house to stay with him after the whole kidnapping incident” he added.“Hmm!” I sipped on my wine “You will find a way, won’t you?” I said, giving him a death stare.“Yes, of course I will,” he says, clearing his throat, “but why would Vivianne want to risk the whole operation just for Ember?” He asks.“Because mother doesn’t like the idea of me loving Ember” I said, closing the distance between us “I’m sure you understand what that feels like. I see the way you and Enid look at each other” I added.“I’m sorry wh…what?” He almost choked on his wine.“It’s not a secret anymore, even a blind man could see the s
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