EMBER’s POV.
After leaving Enid and the other people she introduced me to, i decide to grab a coffee before heading home. It is already a bit late and the roads have become a little empty like everyone is rushing to go somewhere. Far in the sky, i see the full moon journeying to the center of the sky. I have always been fascinated by the full moon because on such days, it feels like there is a kind of power that surges through my veins on days like this but I laugh it off. It’s not like I believe in zodiac signs or some sort of universal entity so it’s just me wanting to think wild. The night is a bit chilly so I try to hurry to the house but I stop short when I start hearing howling sounds from afar. Is there something going on that I am not aware of? I look around and there are only a few people left on the streets and they don't look like they are bothered by the sound. Either they don’t care or they can’t hear it. Mustering courage, I walk over to an old lady who is closing her food store and the moment she sees me, a small frown settles on her face but she immediately masks it up. “We are closed for tonight, young lady” she says, “you can come back tomorrow” “Is there a reason why everyone is kind of in a hurry to leave?” I glance at my watch and it's just a quarter to eight, “it’s not even that late yet” “Are you new to this town?” The old lady asks again. “Hmm” I nod, “I just came in today” “I see.. look. there is a tradition that we follow in this place, on such full moons we go home early so we can give others the chance to tour the city” “Others?” A confused look flash through my face. “On a full moon, it is believed that the spirits are looking down on us and blessing us so we make sure to go home early so we won’t obstruct their presence” Now I badly want to laugh, who even came up with something absurd? The full moon appears when it has moved in its full orbit so that the earth is in between the moon and the sun, so how could they liken this to the appearance of spirits? “So am i supposed to believe that absurd line ma’am?” A small smile appears on my face. “It has been a tradition and even if it’s not true, we still have to believe it” After she is done, she turns around and walks away leaving me alone. I can’t help but laugh as I start to walk home again, I was scared for no reason. Of course the moon comes with its own energy but spirits? I would prefer to be told that werewolves exist. I hadn't gone far when I noticed a car parked a few feet away from me and someone is leaning on it. He looks familiar but I can’t fathom who he is. Covering the space between us, I halt when I discover who it is…Asher. What is he doing here at this time? He is no longer dressed in the suit from earlier but rather a pair of grey joggers and a white Shirt. His hair is pulled back into a neat bun.. I swallow hard as my eyes continue to travel over him. God, this man is fine with his muscles peeking out of his shirt like that. The moment he turns his head towards me, my heart skips a beat. I am not sure if I just imagined the color in his eyes or if they were actually there. Under this full moon, this man looks like a sin, a sin I want to commit. “How can you even think this way about a stranger?” A voice asks inside of me and I clear my throat, swallowing hard. It’s not my fault that I have had a crush on him ever since my best friend did that documentary on him and he looks so much better in person. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone in raven’s peak at night?” Fuck me, his voice. So deep, so hoarse, so manly and so sexy.. “I didn’t know I was supposed to be careful touring this beautiful town” I finally find my voice, “what I find more amusing is the fact that you live in this town? People around have told me that you are somewhat the leader” “I see, you know me” he turns his full body to me. Lord help me, he has a full arm tattoo and help me, it looks good. Imagine what his suits have been hiding. “Shame” that voice says to me again. “How couldn’t I know you? I mean everyone knows you and apparently you have done an interview for my company before so it’s hard to miss. “I see” Mr Asher starts to cover the space between us, each step makes my heart thump faster. This is the man I have had a crush on for a year and he is in front of me, talking to me and even.. He finally comes to a halt in front of me, his huge frame towering above me. “What is your name?” “Ember.” “Ember, walking on the road of Raven’s peak at night is very dangerous especially on such a night as this. I will spare you the torture and take you home but I suggest you find your way back to the city soon, this is not the place for women like you” “So you also believe that spirits walk around at night?” “You should believe it for your own good, Ember” he responds, “now get in the car” There is something about the eye he is looking at me that makes my knees turn to jelly. Never in my life did I think I would meet someone like him and even after meeting him, I should naturally be shy but here I am, ogling him and feeling like we have had a connection for years. So much for being a Sophisticated lady. “My house is just by the corner” He leans forward, his face only an inch away from mine. He smells divine too. “I wouldn’t want to call your people to come and pick a dead body when you haven’t even spent a night here, kitten” “Kitten?” He called me kitten. Color rush to my face, he called me kitten. My insides churn with something I can not quite fathom. I watch as Asher looks at the watch on his hand and lets out a sigh, “we have less than thirty minutes to get you back home, Ember” Straightening up, he starts to walk towards his maybach again and I immediately follow him. He throws open the car door for me and watches me slip into the comfortable seat and in no time, he is on his way back to my condo. “How did you.. “Enid told me” he cuts me off, glancing at me for a little while. I open my mouth to say something but decide against it, he is acting like he knows me whereas I don’t… turning around, I focus on the road ahead not wanting to think about the possibility again.ASHER’s POV. Black long hair cascading down her back, eyes that looked like the ocean had come to me, slim yet I could see her curves from the pair of shorts and shirt she wore. Her lips are full and sultry, she was a beauty to behold. This is the perfect description of the woman seated beside me as I drive to her house. When Enid called and told me earlier about a human in Raven’s peak, I told her to send me her address. Yes, we have a lot of humans in Raven’s peak but all of them were aware of the rules and didn’t act out of the ordinary but I am sure this journalist wouldn’t do that. I had a background check done on her and I found out who she was and why she had come here. It’s not my duty to keep her safe but something inside of me wanted to and that’s why I decided to come for her myself to keep her safe.. I have come across daring young ladies and none of them ended well. You could say raven’s peak is particular about who we let in. Three years ago, I set some form of new ru
AMBER’S POV“What a day!” I say to myself as I make my way out of the shower in my bathrobe to the wardrobe, I browse through my clothes in search of my nightie, I want to be as comfortable as I can be. I need all the rest I can get. I finally found the perfect silky nightwear to drape on for the night. “Ugh!” A slight groan escaped my mouth as I finally laid in my bed for the first time in hours.Laying in bed reminiscing about how hectic of a day today was, the beautiful scenery of this town, no matter how hard I try, I can’t just seem to get the thoughts of how many beautiful pictures I’ve taken since I arrived in Raven’s Peak.The townspeople are very strange but yet welcoming and warm.. there’s beauty in the strangeness I guess. What’s with the talk of how dangerous it is to walk at night and staying indoors all night on this particular night. Something is definitely off and I can’t seem to place my fingers on it. “Asher Nightshade! Good strong name” my attention got shifted to
AMBER’S POV.Flickering my eyes rapidly as the bright light of early morning shines directly at my face. I can’t believe I let myself sleep all night in this terribly dusty and unkept basement. That’s the power of shock mixed with awe I reckon. What in the actual fuck happened last night? The Newspapers absolutely did not make mention of any wolves related stories in Raven’s Peak, did I miss that bit? Was I overwhelmed by the beauty of this town to not pick the tiny details mentioning the existence of wolves in it? I can’t even imagine all the horror stories told to us as kids concerning the existence of werewolves were true. I allowed my mind to wander around asking myself these questions while I lay still on the floor. There’s only one prominent question lingering in the back of my mind and refuses to leave “Did i make a mistake coming down here?”*Ringing* My phone jolts me outta the trance I’m in. I start digging through the boxes laying beside me because I can’t really remembe
ASHER’S POVThe moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the Moon Room. The air was alive with the scent of damp earth and decayed dead bodies. It was like every usual night in the small town of Raven’s Peak. But for me, this is a night of reckoning. I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks now.I stood right in the center of the Moon Room, in the exact same spot I stood during my trial day three years ago. It still feels like yesterday, the shock on their faces when I revealed my alpha mark, the screams of the victims as I choked the life out of them.Ethan and my Father! I still get nightmares of that night, little disturbing fragments of how they died fighting by my side. I took a deep breath, the cool night air filling my lungs. Tonight, I will face my monsters. Tonight I would put an end to the ever-occurring nightmares that grips me every night for the last three years.“You stand just like him” I heard a hoarse and eerie voice behind me, and a figure comin
ASHER’S POVI took one last glance at my wrist watch and curse at the fact that Amber has not returned any of my calls yet. I don’t know why I keep finding myself calling her even after I said I wouldn’t. Something is definitely wrong with me, in as much as this is a strange feeling. I kind of like how it feels. I’m Alpha and I usually get whatever I wanted. But she sure as hell don’t care about none of that. I picked up my phone from the office table and called Raul, if she doesn’t wanna talk to me, fine. I’ll still want to know if she’s okay regardless.“Hello Alpha” Raul says on the other side of the phone.“How’s it going?” I ask“Calm as a dove, she hasn’t left the condo yet, the only movement was when she came out to pickup a delivery…pizza”“Great, keep a safe distance, we don’t want to spook her into thinking you’re stalking her and create another suspicious activity” I added“Yes Alpha” Raul says.As soon as I dropped the call I heard a knock on my office door.“Your 2 o’clo
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
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