ASHER’S POV The sun stared back at me as I looked up at it, as if it had some of the answers to my questions. I stood here at the entrance of the cabin for minutes examining and scanning the crime scene before me. On the ground, the omega, Manny, lays motionless, his bulgy eyes frozen in a permanent stare. My heart sank as I continued to take in the sight of Manny’s lifeless body. “Who could have done this?” I growl, my voice barely above a whisper. “We need to investigate” Kyrie says, emerging from the shadows and halting close to the dead body “This was no accident” he added. My gaze fell upon the puncture wounds on the neck of Manny, and my mind started racing with the implications that this was a murder and the killer is still out there. This struck close to home and Amber’s cabin is just a few blocks away. I was relieved abit to see it was not her body I’m staring down at. I don’t know what I would have done. I drove out here with some Pack members; Augustus the Pack’s heal
ASHER’S POV.The air in the Moon Room was thick with tension, a palpable hum of fear and anger vibrating off the stone walls. My face grim, as I surveyed the Pack in front of me. I had the Moon Room cleared and everything put in place for this sole purpose; to address the Pack.My eyes swarmed across the Moon Room, as I could clearly see tension, fear and anger in the Pack’s faces, clearly the news of Manny’s death had spread across town. Raven’s Peak isn’t a place a rumor of this magnitude would remain a rumor for long.I cleared my throat, the sound echoing through the chamber."There has been a murder amongst us, the pack’s Omega, Manny tragically happens to be the victim" I announced. I could hear murmuring amongst the Pack.I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. A brief silence hovered over the Moon Room and I could see a glimpse of unity among the Pack.“We don’t know who committed this crime and why, but what we know is he was murdered by a werewolf, it is yet to be
AMBER’S POV After a week of mind vs body, heart vs logic. I decided to give in to my passion instead of my own lack of motivation to leave the cabin. I was determined to stick to why I came to Raven’s Peak in the first place; explorations. It’s a beautiful town with its perks and imperfections— but that’s the case with most beautiful things. “I’ll take another please!” I signaled to the bartender as I ordered for my third shot in a row. Earlier I found I had cravings for some whiskey, and Mrs Hernandez suggested this bar for me to gulp away my lack of zeal. “What are we celebrating tonight?” the bartender asks flashing a smile. “Oh, noth….. you know what, how about new beginnings?” I answered as I raise my glass in the air. “Hear, hear!” the bartender says as he retreats to serve another person. My gaze shifts and I decided to take a proper look around the bar, it’s filled with people. Very normal looking people. I noticed I locked eyes with two strange and creepy men s
ASHER’S POV. Ember Wellesley, the woman you are. Every inch of you is beautiful. I've never felt this way for anyone. Watching you groan restlessly in your sleep makes my heart boil with venom. I hate watching you drift in and out of sleep. I wish I could take away all of the pains and make them mine. Now, I wish I had killed them all, those bastards should thank their gods. I didn't want you to see me as a monster. That’s the only reason I let them go off that easily. And besides there are too many bodies dropping in Raven’s Peak already. “Ugh! Asher?” Ember says faintly. As she finally peels her eyes open. “I’m here Kitten, you’re okay” I say sitting beside her and stroking her hair. “Where am I?” She asks, wearing a worrisome look on her face. “The big house, my house” I answered. “How long have I been out?” she inquired, gently lifting herself up. I help her up and she seats in bed. “48 hours” I place a pillow behind her back to make her more comfortable. “You sh
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
JULIAN’S POVThe room smelled like sage, iron, and old smoke—Vivianne’s idea of comfort. She always said it cleared the air. I figured it just masked the scent of rot that clung to this place like a second skin.Aiden stood near the window, staring out at the woods. He hadn’t said a word since we came in, but that was typical. He only spoke when he wanted to be heard. Otherwise, silence did the trick. Vivianne was seated across from me, her long fingers tracing the rim of her tea cup. The fire in the hearth cracked behind her, casting flickering shadows across her face. For a moment, she looked soft. Almost human.But I knew better.“So,” she said finally, voice low and even, “we’ve confirmed the soil?”I nodded once. “Magnetite. Straight from the northern ridge of Raven’s Peak. The scouts made sure of it. They’ll be scrambling now, trying to plug the leak.”“Good,” she said, smiling faintly. “Let them chase ghosts while we sharpen our blades.”Aiden turned then, arms crossed. “Still
EMBER’S POVThe dirt was cool between my fingers, a little damp from last night’s rain. I pressed into it, trying to focus on the way the earth felt, the smell of rosemary and damp leaves. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, just a soft glow creeping through the trees. Usually, mornings like this made me feel calm. Safe.But not today.I tugged at a weed near the basil, too hard, and the stem snapped in my hand.“Careful,” a voice behind me said. Warm. Familiar. *His*. “You’re going to make the poor plant cry.”I didn’t turn around. “You should be at the office, Asher.” I said.“I know, Kitten,” he said.I stood up slowly, brushing my hands off on my apron. I didn’t want to look at him, but I did anyway.He looked the same—tired, like he hadn’t slept, like maybe he’d been up thinking about me the way I’d been thinking about him. His hair was a mess. I hated how much I liked that.“I can’t keep doing this,” I said quietly. “It doesn’t feel right.”Asher tilted his head. “What doesn’t?”“
VIVIANNE ST. CLAIR’S POVThe room was quiet. Still. The kind of quiet that feels heavy, like it’s holding its breath. The fire in the corner had burned low, more shadows than light now, and the wind outside was brushing against the windows like it was looking for a way in.I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand curled around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. The other rested on the empty space beside me.His side.I hadn’t touched it in years.Lucas. God, his name still did something to me. Still made my chest tighten like it did the first time I realized I loved him — really loved him. Not the easy kind. The kind that changes how you breathe.We met too young. Or maybe just early enough. He was wild, cocky, always smelled like smoke and something sharp, like the woods before a storm. I thought I hated him at first. He always had something to say, always knew what I was thinking before I did.But he saw me.Not just the pretty parts. Not the version of me I built for ever
JULIAN ST. CLAIR’S POV*Low lighting. Shadows cling to the bookshelves, stretching like secrets. Rain whispers against the tall windows. The storm outside is gentle — almost tender. I sunk my bottocks in my chair, alone at my desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. A bottle of something old and expensive rests beside me.**A single candle flickers near my elbow, casting gold across my face. The fire crackles softly in the hearth behind me. My eyes are distant, fixed on the space just beyond the rim of my glass. Then — a knock at the door. Not loud. Not urgent. Just enough to break the silence.***AIDEN** (off-screen) You heard?**JULIAN** (coldly) I have ears, don’t I?*The door creaks open and Aiden leans against the frame. His expression is unreadable, but his presence lingers like smoke. I did not turn to look at him.***AIDEN** It’s real. Ava’s dead.*A beat. I lift my glass slightly, eyes still fixed on the candlelight.***JULIAN** *Suicide*, they’re saying.
EMBER WELLESLEY’S POVThe room is dim. A few candles flicker near the windowsill. Rain lashes gently against the glass. I sat on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, clutching a sweater that used to belong to Ava. My eyes are red, my face pale. A storm rages silently inside me, muted only by exhaustion.Asher stands in the doorway, hesitant. He watches me for a moment before stepping inside, shutting the door softly behind him. He crosses the room and lowers himself next to me.“You’ve been in here for hours.” Asher said, quietly.I do not respond. My fingers tighten around the sweater. When I speak, my voice is brittle, like glass on the edge of shattering.“We had her right there in front of us last night, and I didn’t even ask if she was okay. I didn’t even—God, I didn’t *see* it.” I responded.“None of us did.” Asher said softly.“But I should have. I *knew* her. I knew how she hid things. And I just… let her say she was fine. Like always.” I protested.Silence. Asher reaches out,
ASHER NIGHTSHADE’S POV.The silence hovering in the air in my Maybach was the only company we shared driving back from the meeting with Ava. Ember hasn’t uttered a wide the entire drive back to the big house and I worry for her. I hope this was the closure she needs to be able to finally move on — or we might have opened an even bigger wound. I hope the latter is the case. And who the hell is Julian?“I can’t believe Ava is truly gone” Ember finally finds her voice. “I could swear there’s not much Ava left in whoever came to the meeting—that wasn’t my sister!” She added.I take a long and deep breath, resting my back on the car seat.“I’m sorry about everything, but I think she’s made her choice. It’s time for you to respect it and find a way to be able to live with it” I said.“That was the initial plan, I’m just glad I got to try again, else I wouldn’t be able to live with myself” she utters.“That’s right, you did all you could and that’s enough, Kitten” “Thank you for giving me t
ENID’S POVThe small space is dimly lit — just the warm amber from a single lamp and the city glow leaking through half-shut blinds. A tea mug sits on the edge of the table, long forgotten. Enid paces, barefoot, her hair pulled back in a hasty knot.There’s a knock.I hesitated, heart thudding. Then the door creaks open.LARK steps in, not waiting for an invite. He shuts the door behind him with a soft click. He doesn’t smile — not really. Just studies me like he already knows what I’m thinking.“You’re going to tell Asher, aren’t you?” He asked.“You shouldn’t be here.” I said.“Didn’t ask if I should be. I’m here because I know you better than anyone, Enid. And you’ve got that look again.” He said back.“What look?” I asked.“Like you’re about to set your own house on fire just to feel clean.” He responded.I looked away, jaw tightening. Silence stretches between us.“I’m not here to argue. Just… don’t make this harder than it already is.” He added.“He deserves the truth.” I said,
EMBER WELLESLEY’S POVIt’s late. The kind of late where everything is too quiet and the air feels too heavy. I shouldn’t have come to Asher like this—hair unbrushed, eyes red, jacket pulled on inside out. But I didn’t care. I just needed someone who still had a thread to me.I sat on the steps and stared at the pavement like it might rearrange itself into something that made sense. “Can you find her?” I asked.Asher leaned against the railing, arms crossed. His silence was thick, but I knew he was listening.“Ava,” I said, voice catching on her name. “Can you use your connect, or whatever it is you still have, and bring her back to me? Even just for five minutes.” I added.He didn’t respond right away. Just shifted, like my words made him uncomfortable.“She won’t answer me. Not even to say she hates me.” I laughed quietly, humorless. “Though she made that pretty clear the last time we talked.” I said, voice barely above a whisper.Asher’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt.“She
DARIUS LARK’S POV.I stood at the window, the city lights twinkling like stars below, but my mind was a thousand miles away. My head echoed with the dwindling voice of Enid as she revealed her discovery to me last night."Enid has found a sample that connects the St. Clairs to the murder of Manny and the animals." My fingers tightened around the glass, the scotch suddenly tasting bitter, as I hit ‘send’ on my phone. I texted Julian to let him know about the discovery.Panic began to creep in, my heart racing with every possible scenario. Enid was getting too close, and I couldn't let her expose our involvement. I thought about all the times I'd been careful, all the precautions I'd taken to keep our secrets safe. But now, it seemed, Enid had stumbled upon something that could ruin everything.I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I thought about the consequences. The St. Clairs, the company, my reputation – it all had to be protected. I thought about the next move, the steps