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Astrid’s POV My attention was on the woman as soon she entered. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her even if I wanted to. She is so alluring and there’s just something unique about her charm. I watched how her strawberry pink curls bounced as she rushed inside with a huge smile on her face. I could only stare at her side profile.“Drystan!” She shouted happily in her serene voice. For a moment I was surprised that she didn’t address Drystan as Alpha. It seems like the two of them are really close. “Nova! You are finally back!” Drystan smiled happily at her as he faced her. He instantly dropped the business conversation he was having with his assistant when she entered. I watched as the two of them hugged each other. After that, Nova slaps Drystan on his shoulder. “What happened while I was gone, huh?” she questioned him, trying to catch up with the days she wasn’t around. “Oh, I wanted you to meet someone,” Drystan craned his neck as he searched around the cafeteria. He smile
Astrid’s POVFear coursed through my body when I realized that this wasn’t a simple attack. Someone ordered these werewolves to attack me. Who ordered them to kill me and how did they find out that I’m here?I held my breath and turned to my side when the werewolf tried to claw on my neck to go for an instant kill. Adrenaline rushed through my body knowing that I merely escaped death there. I pushed myself backward when the other werewolves started to appear one by one. They growled at me and bared their canines as they approached me like a predator. I used my trembling hands to search the dirt around me. I tried to look for a rock or anything that I could use to defend myself from the werewolves who were trying to kill me. I cannot die. If I die, my child will lose his chance to experience life. I don’t want to be such a bad mother to him. I stopped and my breath turned more fast and shallow when my back touched a tree. I also panicked when I did not find anything available near
Killian’s POV A week has passed and I still have no news about Astrid. The men I have tasked to look for her, still haven’t come back until now. The only lead we have of Astrid is the CCTV footage. However, no one could identify the stranger who had rescued her. It made things difficult for us to track her. Every day, I’m growing more impatient as time passes by. It’s been a week, but we don’t even know if Astrid is safe or not. The longer that she’s out there, the higher the chance that she is in danger. I wanted to look for her myself, but my responsibilities were keeping me from doing anything else. A lot of meetings, reports, and proposals are waiting for me to handle every day. Heck! I’ve sacrificed my sleep and even skipped dinners just to finish everything, only to receive another pile of workload the next day.My life has been an unending cycle of work recently. “Are you serious?!” I blurted out in annoyance when our Pack’s Beta suddenly entered my office with another st
Giselle’s POV Killian is physically with me, but he isn’t mentally there. He has been absent-minded the whole time that he is with me and I had to force out smiles on my face and act like I don’t notice anything strange from him. Talking to him felt like I wasn’t talking to a man, he was too distant to me. Although he gives me replies, I know he is just doing it out of respect. I’m actually pissed off that he is treating me like how he was treating his ex-wife. I hope that after this dinner, things will change between us and go back to the way it was. I know he already clarified that he has no feelings for me and has no plans of having feelings for me in the future. For him, the past is past and I’m planning to change his mind.The first step in doing that is by inviting him to dinner. It doesn’t matter whether he does have feelings or not. I’m just glad that he agreed to have dinner with me which means I might still have a chance with him. “Hmmm,” a moan escaped my lips as I too
Astrid’s POV The news of my death has finally spread all over the other Packs with the help of Drystan and his connection. Right now, I’m sure Killian had already received the news. However, I’m not sure if he would believe that I’m dead. With Drystan’s help and the careful preparation that we had, there’s nothing I should be worried about. I groaned weakly as I sat on the couch that is inside my room just in front of my bed. I’ve been feeling weak and lightheaded recently. No matter how much I rested and took care of myself, I wasn’t getting any better. Ever since I was attacked two days ago, my wolf has been getting weaker and weaker. I don’t know what the cause was which makes it more alarming. I could just feel the changes happening in my body and I’m doing everything that could help to make my health better. My body is turning weaker and weaker. It is also the reason why I’m not able to use my strength during the attack, apart from the fact that I was pregnant. “Ingri
Drystan’s POV “ASTRID! I know you are hiding here, Astrid! Come out this instant!”Killian’s voice rang inside the packhouse as I walked down the stairs to meet him. As soon as I saw his face, my blood boiled in an instant. How dare he cause a scene here in my Pack and pretend that he really cares about Astrid after he sent his men to kill her?Isn’t this what he wanted? To see her dead? His audacity baffles me.I locked gazes with Killian as I approached him. Our pack guards held him back, stopping him from entering the Pack. He stopped fighting against the guards and forcing himself to enter when he saw me coming. “You!” Killian’s face was red in anger as he pointed his hand out at me. “I know you are hiding Astrid. Show her to me now!” Killian demanded. I scoffed in disbelief as I approached him. What game is he playing now?“Don’t worry Killian, your wish had already come true. Astrid is dead and she’s never coming back,” I told him, knowing that he only came all the way here
Killian’s POV “Astrid is already right in front of you, Killian,” Drystan answered me with a straight face. “What else should I show you to prove that Astrid is already dead?” Drystan asked me with disdain. I laughed at Drystan’s words knowing that this was all a lie. “Have you forgotten, Drystan? Astrid is my mate, I will know it if she is really dead.” Even though Astrid had rejected me as her mate, I still had a little connection left with her because I did not accept her rejection. My wolf could still feel traces of connection with Astrid’s wolf. If Astrid was really dead, we would have known. We wouldn’t even have the smallest connection that we have with her right now. “It’s normal for your wolf to be confused, Killian. I also lost my mate and it took me months for my wolf to accept that our mate is dead,” Drystan answered. I shook my head as tears pricked the back of my eyes. My whole body felt numb as I stared at Astrid’s picture and on her urn once again. I couldn’t
Giselle’s POV My eyes blinked when I heard Killian’s words, but I didn’t let him know that I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked him. I don’t know if Killian is still in denial or if he just couldn’t accept the truth right now. I thought he had already accepted that Astrid was dead. We just saw her memorial service going on and even her ashes were there. What evidence does he need for him to believe that Astrid is dead? “I think Drystan is hiding something from us. There is definitely something going on that we had to find out,” Killian answered making my brows furrow. Drystan doesn’t seem to be acting strange earlier. Although, it’s normal for Killian to think that Drystan is acting strange because he doesn’t know one thing. Killian doesn’t know that I sent werewolves to kill Astrid. I also imprinted the Silvermoon Pack’s mark on their paws to frame Killian so they would think that Killian was the person behind Astrid’s attack. The reason why I insisted on coming
Astrid’s POVThe Silvermoon Packhouse was unusually quiet as we arrived, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the grounds. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, sensing the tension in both Killian and myself. nWe hadn’t spoken much on the way back, but the weight of what we’d uncovered hung heavy between us.As we approached the front steps, the sound of laughter broke through the silence. I turned toward the sound and saw Rowena in the courtyard, her face uncharacteristically soft as she knelt in the grass, playing with Ryker and Elara.“Mama! Papa!” Elara’s bright voice rang out as she spotted us.Ryker followed close behind her, his grin wide as he sprinted toward Killian. “You’re back!”I knelt just in time to catch Elara as she threw herself into my arms, her small hands clutching at me as if I’d been gone for days. “I missed you, Mama!”I smiled, seeing her melted all my worries away. Although I wasn’t gone that long it felt like I haven’t seen her in ages upon seeing
Astrid’s POVThe clearing was unnervingly quiet. The parchment in Killian’s hands seemed heavier than it had any right to be, the words scrawled across its surface burning into my mind like a brand. Elimination Plan. Pack informant. No survivors.It seems that there is something more behind Liora’s death. It was planned, she was targetted. Her death wasn’t a simple accident. And worse, someone from Silvermoon had helped them.I felt the weight of Killian’s silence beside me, and my stomach twisted. I’m sure he is already suspecting his mother. Aside from Rowena, who else could have made a deal with the rogues?If it was Rowena, it would make sense why she made a deal with us in exchange of escaping punishment.I reached for Killian’s hand and squeezed it in comfort. Killian looked at me and I stared back at him with understanding. There’s no evidence yet. All we know is that someone from the Silvermoon Pack had something to do with Liora’s death. We aren’t sure yet if it was Rowen
Astrid’s POVThe forest around the Emberwood ruins was a tangle of shadows and silence. Every crunch of leaves beneath our boots and rustle of branches above felt amplified in the eerie stillness. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, its senses sharp as if anticipating an ambush.Killian walked at my side, his posture rigid with tension. Drystan and Nova followed close behind, their weapons at the ready, and a small group of warriors flanked us. We’d planned this mission carefully, but the weight of the Forsaken Amulet and the shadow of the Rogue King made every step feel like a gamble.As we approached the ruins, the crumbling stone walls loomed into view, covered in moss and vines. A cold wind blew through the trees, carrying a faint metallic tang that made my stomach churn.“It’s too quiet,” Killian muttered, his eyes scanning the treeline. “I don’t like it.”Drystan nodded grimly. “If the Rogue King knows we’re here, he’s waiting.”“We don’t have a choice,” I said, gripping my
Nova’s POVThe hum of the car engine vibrated through my chest, a soothing constant as the trees blurred past the windows. It had been far too long since our last visit to the Silvermoon Packhouse, but life at Shadowfang had left no room for reunions. Rogue attacks near our borders kept us tethered to home, juggling defenses and strategies.Today was different. Today, we were finally going back.I sighed, my gaze drifting to Leira. She was practically bouncing in her seat, her excitement bubbling over. Too young to understand the weight of what brought us here, she only saw this as a long-awaited visit to her best friend.“Are we there yet, Mama?” she asked, her face pressed against the window, her voice brimming with hope.“Almost,” I replied, my lips curving into a smile. Her energy was infectious, a bright spot in the constant tension.She turned to Drystan, her wide eyes sparkling. “Do you think Elara will be happy to see me?”Drystan, his hands steady on the wheel, glanced at her
Astrid’s POVRowena’s quarters sat on the outskirts of Silvermoon territory, a place that felt as removed from the Pack’s core as Rowena herself. The journey there was quiet, the tension between Killian and me palpable. I could tell he was already regretting agreeing to this, but we didn’t have the luxury of letting emotions cloud our judgment.The rogue attacks were escalating. They were organized, purposeful, and more ruthless than ever. If Rowena had answers that could shed light on the Rogue King’s plans, we had no choice but to seek her out.Rowena had always been a thorn in our sides—a manipulative force who thrived on power plays. But she was also cunning, and if she knew anything about the Rogue King, she might just be the key to understanding what we were up against.As we approached her quarters, the scent of burning herbs filled the air. Rowena’s home was modest but had an aura of quiet power. It was an illusion, I knew—a way to remind every one of what she once was.K
Astrid’s POVThe sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Pack’s central courtyard. The faint scent of pine lingered in the air as laughter echoed from the grassy clearing near the training grounds. For the first time in what felt like weeks, I wasn’t caught up in Pack meetings, rogue threats, or endless strategy sessions. I could finally spend some time with my children at last. I missed them so much. Ryker and Elara darted around the clearing, their playful giggles warming the heavy ache in my chest. Ryker, now eight, was tall and quick, his movements already showing hints of the warrior he’d one day become. Elara, only four, struggled to keep up but refused to give in, her fierce determination reminding me so much of myself.“Elara, you’re supposed to tag me!” Ryker teased, effortlessly dodging her tiny hands.“I will, Ryker!” she declared, her little face scrunched in determination as she lunged at him.I couldn’t help but smile. For a moment, the world
Nova’s POVThe attic was darker and colder than I’d expected. Dust floated in the dim light that streamed through a cracked window, and the air carried the faint scent of cedar and time. This part of the Shadowfang Pack house had been sealed off for years—ever since Liora’s death.Drystan had given me permission to look through her things, but stepping into the space felt like crossing into sacred ground. Her scent was long gone, replaced by the mustiness of disuse, but I could still feel her presence here. Liora had always seemed larger than life, unbreakable, but here she was just a collection of forgotten memories, packed away in old boxes.I moved cautiously, my fingers trailing over the stacks of wooden crates and trunks. A soft creak from the floorboards behind me made me turn.“You don’t have to do this,” Drystan said, his voice low. He stood in the doorway, his face shadowed but his concern clear. “I can look through it if you want. You don’t need to carry this.”I shook m
Astrid’s POVThe tension in the air was suffocating. Every time I stepped into the council room lately, I could feel it pressing against my chest—the growing divide within the Pack. It was subtle at first, a quiet undercurrent of uncertainty, but now it was undeniable. People were questioning us. Questioning Killian. And Killian’s mother, Rowena, had only made things worse.The council members sat around the long table, their expressions ranging from weary to outright suspicious. Rowena had planted seeds of doubt with her sudden return, and now those seeds were taking root. Some of them believed she was here to help, that her knowledge of the rogues might be the key to stopping this war before it began. Others—including me—weren’t so sure.Killian sat beside me, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up potential threats. He hadn’t spoken much since his mother’s revelations the night before. I knew he was struggling to process it, to reconcile the woman
Astrid’s POVThe council chamber was filled with the low murmur of voices, Pack leaders debating strategies and plans. I sat at the head of the table beside Killian, my hands resting on the smooth oak surface. The tension in the room was palpable—every attack, every loss, had brought us closer to the realization that this wasn’t a rogue problem. It was something far more calculated.Killian shifted beside me, his jaw tight, his body radiating barely contained frustration. He hated these meetings. So did I. But this time, they were necessary. The rogues weren’t just targeting the outposts; they were playing a long game, and we needed to figure out the rules.Just as I was about to speak, the heavy doors to the chamber creaked open. Every voice silenced, and I felt my wolf stir uneasily as the figure stepped inside.Killian’s mother.Her entrance was calculated, her steps deliberate as her sharp eyes scanned the room. She carried herself with the regal air of a woman who had once