Giselle has a new enemy now.
Giselle’s POV“Luna, please don’t be angry. It’s bad for our future Alpha. I promise you, what I have is a piece of good news,” The omega who just arrived spoke with a wide, infectious grin spread across her face. “Just speak!” I snapped at her in annoyance, making her cower down. After recovering herself, a small, imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial murmur.“Apparently, the Nightsong Pack is on the receiving end of a lot of hate right now,” she revealed, a glint of something almost akin to satisfaction flickered in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow at her. “And how is that possible? People were just desperate to meet Alpha Drystan and form an alliance with him last time. How come their heart changed quickly? Are you sure that your sources are correct?”“Luna!” her eyes widened with hurt when I doubted her. “It was Alpha Killian’s most trusted source that had told me. I will never give you the news that I
Alpha Theron’s POVMy face flushed with rage as I bolted upright, slamming my fist down on the sturdy wooden table with a resounding crack. The Warrior in front of me visibly flinched. He lowered his head submissively after he had delivered the most outrageous report that I ever heard. My lips thinned as my chest heaved with rapid and shallow breaths. “This is preposterous!” I roared in anger. How could those people easily believe this kind of rumor? Who would even come up with it? My heart burned in anger just at the thought of it. “Alpha, please don’t get angry at me, I’m just delivering the news that I heard,” the warrior spoke in a small voice without looking at me. Upon hearing his voice, my piercing gaze turned back to the cowering warrior who cowered even more. “I-I’m sorry, Alpha,” he swallowed hard, unable to meet my gaze. I just sighed, containing my anger in. It’s unfair of me to direct my anger to him when this is not even his fault. I shouldn’t blame him for his re
Astrid’s POVI closed my eyes as I savored the earthy, floral scents that wafted through the air as Nova and I strolled through the winding garden garden Path of the Shadowfang Pack’s manor. Instead of a Packhouse, they call this place where their Alpha lives as a manor instead because this is his personal home. The Shadowfang Pack is located on two conjoined mountains with a lake in the middle. Despite their unique and difficult landscape, they were able to build big structures in their area, and they are even able to plant gardens as wide as this. I smiled as I admired the various flowers planted in the area, which I couldn’t name because I lack knowledge when it comes to flowers, and gardening and plants entirely. I just knew that it must have took them a lot of effort to cultivate such healthy and lush plants especially in this difficult are that they have. Flowers like this, don’t usually grow on rocky soil at the steep mountain grounds. For them to grow like this, it has to
Astrid’s POVMy brow furrowed in bewilderment when I heard his name. No hint of familiarity or recognition crossed my face after he had mentioned that his name is Andros. I’ve been the Silvermoon Pack’s Luna for so many years and I’ve met many special and important people as one, but I’ve never heard the name “Andros” my entire life. As my Luna, it was my job to widen our Pack’s connection and meet new people. “Andros” is a name that was never in my list. He said I should know who he is, but his name doesn’t even sound familiar to me at all even though it’s a pretty common name. “You,” he spat, the words dripping with contempt. “You should know me.” he fixed me with an accusatory glare. He must have felt offended that his name didn’t gain the reaction he expected from me.My mind raced, struggling to make sense of this confrontation. I don’t know him, nor do I know why he harbors such hatred towards me. Has he mistaken me for someone else?However, he knew what my name was. “I’m
Astrid’s POVFinally, I understood why he is so indifferent and hostile towards me. It turns out, he is Alpha Theron’s son, and with that he could do whatever he wants in the Pack without any consequences. He had the rights to confront me in a hostile manner inside of his own Pack. “Now tell me, are these rumors I’ve heard true?” He asked me with an accusatory glare. I fell silent at his question, without knowing what answer to give him. Should I tell him that I am his half-sister? Clearly he doesn’t have any idea about this. Alpha Theron hasn’t told him anything yet so why should I tell him my real identity? This is something that Alpha Theron should have done, and maybe he hadn’t done it because of a reasonable explanation. A hard truth like this is something that Andros should find out from his father and not from her. “Well?” he pressed, his tone laced with a hint of desperation. “I need to know Astrid. Have you been deceiving me all this time?” Andros questioned, his expres
Astrid’s POVI lowered my gaze when the atmosphere turned a hundred degrees lower when Alpha Theron arrived. I felt suffocated as tension grew between the father and son duo, both contesting each other with a hard gaze. Both of them share the same strong personality, both were refusing to back down from each other. I steeled myself, preparing for the inevitable explosion between the two commanding figures. Just like Nova and I who had done nothing wrong, the guards who had been moments away from dragging me away, cowered visibly at Alpha Theron’s sudden appearance, their grip on my arm slackening at the ALpha’s anger that was pointed towards it.“What’s the meaning of this?” Alpha Theron thundered, his voice echoing through their stillness. “Unhand her at once!”The guards, their faces pale with fear, quickly released Astrid, taking a step back as Theron advanced towards them, his powerful presence commanding their complete submission.Andros, however, reacted very differently. As h
Astrid’s POV“Why didn’t you tell us that you’re coming. If you had said something, we would have prepared ourselves to face you,” Alpha Theron spoke with his broad shoulders slumped slightly. Andros felt a surge of angry confusion, his brow furrowing as he realized the implication. “So you’re saying that it was my fault then?” he accused, his voice laced with a bitterness he had never before directed at his father. “If only I had told you I was coming, you could have prepared yourselves?” Andros repeated. The young man’s chest heaved with the weight of his emotions, the betrayal he had felt at the rumors now compounded by the realization that his own family had been keeping this truth from him. “I rushed back here because I was worried, because of those rumors I had heard,” he spat, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of hurt and indignation. “Haven’t you thought that this wouldn’t happen if you had just told me about this before this rumors started growing?” Alpha Theron’s expres
Asha’s POVI fixed my gaze on the white ceiling as I lay slumped on my bed, my eyes tracing the faint patterns of the plaster with a listless detachment. This had become my new normal, a monotonous routine that stretched on endlessly like the very walls of my room that confined me. I couldn’t quite keep track of the endless days that had slipped by, each one bleeding seamlessly into the next. I have lost the concept of time. It’s hard to keep track of it inside my dimly lit room where the walls seemed to close in with every passing hour.At first, I tried to count the days marking off each one with a small tally on the back of my hand, a feeble attempt to maintain some sense of control. But the monotony of my surroundings soon wore me down, and the urge to escape my room only grew more powerful. I know that if I continued to tally the days, my desire to break free would only intensify. And so, I reluctantly stopped counting until I finally lost track of time. The only way I could
Astrid’s POVThe ruins of Emberwood loomed around us, silent and foreboding. The rogue ambush had rattled everyone, but we couldn’t turn back now. The message we’d found on the rogue’s body made it clear: the Forsaken Amulet was here, hidden somewhere within these ancient stones.Killian’s voice broke the silence as he gestured to the group. “Spread out. Look for anything out of place—symbols, markings, anything that might lead us to the Amulet.”The warriors nodded, fanning out through the crumbling structures. Nova, Drystan, and I moved together, our eyes scanning the moss-covered walls and broken pillars.“This place is ancient,” Nova murmured, her fingers brushing against a vine-covered carving. “Older than any Pack I know of.”“It’s no coincidence the Amulet is here,” Drystan replied. “The Rogue King must have known about this place for a long time.”I nodded, my wolf uneasy as I felt the weight of the place pressing down on me. There was something here, something powerful and da
Nova’s POVThe library was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth.A dozen open books surrounded me, their pages filled with old, faded scripts that blurred together in my tired mind.Liora’s journal lay at the center of it all, her precise handwriting guiding me through fragmented thoughts and cryptic hints.The Rogue King. The Forsaken Amulet. The medallion Rowena had presented at the council meeting. All of it pointed to a larger puzzle, but the pieces didn’t fit—not yet.I ran my fingers over one of the pages, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Liora had always been meticulous, deliberate. If she had left clues, they were here for a reason.“Still no luck?” Drystan’s voice broke the silence.I looked up to find him leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression soft but concerned.“Not yet,” I admitted. “But there’s something here. I can feel it.”He walked over, pulling a chair beside me. His presence was grounding, his steady confidence a
Astrid’s POVThe cool night air felt sharp against my skin as I stood on the balcony of the Silvermoon Packhouse, staring out at the dark line of trees marking the western border. The medallion Rowena had left on the council table earlier still weighed heavy in my mind. The intricate symbol, unfamiliar yet menacing, seemed to pulse with a foreboding energy I couldn’t shake.Killian’s voice behind me broke my thoughts. “They’re too close.”I turned to face him. He stood in the doorway, his expression hard, his shoulders tense. It wasn’t like him to let the strain show, but tonight, even he couldn’t hide it.“Scouts?” I asked.He nodded, stepping closer. “A dozen, maybe more. They’ve crossed into the borderlands.”“That’s not a coincidence,” I said. “Not after the rogue’s little performance tonight. They’re testing us.”Killian leaned on the railing, his jaw tight. “They want to see how far they can push before we snap. We need to make a move, and fast, before this turns into something
Drystan’s POV“No!” Nova gasped, rushing forward, but it was too late. The rogue was gone.I stared down at the lifeless body, my wolf snarling in frustration. He’d been sent here for one reason: to dangle the truth just out of our reach, then snatch it away. My fists clenched tightly at my sides as the words he’d spoken burned into my mind.“The truth will destroy you.”The silence in the courtyard was deafening. Nova stood frozen, her hands trembling as she stared at the rogue’s body.“They’re toying with us,” she said, her voice trembling with anger. “They want us to tear each other apart.”“They won’t win,” I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tension. “We’ll find the truth, no matter what it takes.”Killian stood beside me, his face unreadable but his eyes shadowed with something dark—something I couldn’t quite place.The sharp sound of footsteps broke the stillness. Rowena stepped into the courtyard, her expression carefully neutral, though her eyes gleamed with a calcu
Astrid’s POVThe council room was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, but there was no warmth in the air. The tension between us was palpable, like a thread stretched too thin, ready to snap. Drystan and Nova sat across from Killian and me, the diary Nova had found lying open on the table between us. Its pages were filled with Liora’s careful handwriting, each word a piece of a puzzle that was growing darker by the minute.“She suspected someone,” Nova said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “She didn’t name them, but she knew there was a threat within Silvermoon.”Drystan’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes burning with anger. “And that threat cost her everything. It’s time we stop circling around this. Someone in Silvermoon betrayed her, and we need to find out who.”Killian leaned forward, his expression carefully controlled. “We’re already investigating. My warriors are questioning anyone who had close contact with Liora during that time. But it’s not so
Astrid’s POVThe Packhouse felt heavier than ever as the tension between us grew. Despite our united front, I could see the cracks forming. Drystan and Nova were relentless in their pursuit of the truth about Liora, while Killian and I were walking on a tightrope, desperately trying to keep our secret buried.The message from the rogues still lingered in my mind: “Loyalty is fragile. Truth breaks even the strongest bonds.” They weren’t just taunting us—they were succeeding.Killian had thrown himself into the investigation, questioning warriors and reviewing records, but I could see the toll it was taking on him. He was barely sleeping, barely eating, and the strain of carrying his mother’s secret was written all over his face.As for me, I had my own demons to wrestle with. Every time I looked at Nova, I felt a pang of guilt. She trusted me, confided in me, and here I was, hiding the truth about her sister’s death. My wolf growled uneasily, a constant reminder of the betrayal sim
Astrid’s POVThe Silvermoon Packhouse was quieter than usual, as if the weight of the past few days had seeped into its walls, stifling every sound. Killian had been unusually distant since the discovery of the locket and the ledger, his thoughts turned inward as we both struggled to decide our next move. The secrets we carried were a heavy burden, and the consequences of their revelation loomed over us like a dark cloud.I stood in the courtyard, watching Ryker and Elara chase each other around the garden. Their laughter echoed through the open space, a brief reprieve from the storm brewing within me. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the tension that lingered just beneath the surface.“Mama, look!” Elara’s excited voice called, breaking through my thoughts.I turned to see her holding a small bouquet of wildflowers she had picked. Her silver eyes sparkled with pride, and for a moment, the world felt lighter.“They’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, kneeling to accept the flowers
Nova’s POVThe room was silent, save for the crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth. I sat at the head of the long table, staring at the assortment of documents scattered before me. Each piece felt like a fragment of a puzzle too shattered to put back together.Drystan stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed, his expression grim. His wolf had been on edge since our return from the Emberwood ruins. So had mine.“They planned it,” I murmured, breaking the silence. “Liora’s death wasn’t just a rogue attack. They lured her there, Drystan. And someone helped them.”Drystan’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “We’ve suspected as much. But we need proof—something that ties this to someone in the Pack. Without it, we have nothing.”I picked up the silver locket we’d found at the ruins, my fingers brushing over its worn surface. Liora had carried it with her everywhere. Finding it there felt like she’d left it as a breadcrumb, a plea for the tru
Astrid’s POVI stared at Rowena, my heart pounding in disbelief. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, sensing my anger, my sadness, my… disgust. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.“You have no remorse,” I said, my voice trembling, a mix of anger and sorrow. “After everything that happened. After the pain you caused to Drystan and Nova. After taking someone’s mate, someone’s sister, you stand here and act as if it was just… business. Just a means to an end.”Rowena’s cold, detached gaze met mine. “It wasn’t personal, Astrid. It was survival. You have to understand—when you’re protecting what’s yours, you’ll do whatever it takes. Drystan would have taken everything from us.”I took a step forward, my fists clenched, my wolf growling within me. “Do you even hear yourself? You didn’t just take everything from Drystan; you destroyed him. You tore apart a bond stronger than anything in this world. Do you know what it feels like to lose your mate? To live every single day with half of