Why do you think Drystan is so nice to Astrid when he is Killian’s uncle?
Astrid’s POV “Surprise!” My heart melted when Nova removed the blindfold from my eyes and revealed a surprise party for me. I closed my mouth in shock and my eyes teared up when I saw what they had prepared for me. “What is this?” I asked Nova with an overjoyed look in my eyes. I thought Nova had just personally prepared something little to lift my spirits when she told me that she was going to show me something. I knew it was something special when she had to put a blindfold around my eyes, but I didn’t expect that she had gathered all the members of the Pack together and prepared a huge party for me. “It was Drystan’s idea to surprise you,” Nova smiled at me making my mouth fall open. My eyes blinked as I thought of Drystan preparing all of these. I couldn’t believe that he’d been planning something like this behind my back. “Drystan,” I muttered his name breathlessly when I finally noticed him coming towards me from the crowd. “You don’t have to do this, it’s not even my bir
Astrid’s POVI raised my arms and watched how the moonlight reflected on my skin. I don’t understand what is happening. This has never happened to me before. I took a step back with my heart racing inside my chest. Fear gripped me for I didn’t know if I was in danger or not.The moon shone brighter and it looked larger than usual. The crowd was so amazed their mouths were open in awe as they marveled at the moon’s sight. As werewolves, they are attracted to the moon’s sight. They were completely unaware that I was already panicking behind them. My whole body trembled in fear as my body absorbed the moon’s light. The light of the moon that was shining so brightly above us slowly narrowed down to my body as if I were absorbing it. “Huh? What’s happening?” Whispers grew from the crowd as everyone turned confused when the moon’s light slowly faded away into one area. Thankfully, their eyes remained on the moon in front of them. No one had thought of looking behind them yet. I was ab
Astrid’s POV“You don’t have to be worried, Astrid. I promise you, you are not alone in this. I will help you find your cure. I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” Nova adds when she sees my indifferent reaction. I glanced at Nova when I heard her words. She’s promising me too many things. She might blame herself if she’s unable to keep some of her promises. “You don’t have to promise me anything,” I shook her hand that she placed on my lap to comfort me. “I told you, I’ll figure everything out once my child is born,” I answered her even though I really had no intention of doing that anymore. It’s obvious that someone like me could never acquire such a precious medicine. “I’ve been doing my own research behind your back,” Nova confesses which surprised me. “I made a background search on Shadowfang Pack, it turns out Shadowfang Pack is an ancient Pack, no wonder why their name sounded so familiar to me,” Nova tells me. Although I was a Luna who had met so many Pack leaders beca
Astrid’s POV My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard Drystan’s voice from behind us. Drystan always appears in the most unexpected times. It’s pure luck that he still had no idea about my sickness until now. “What are you doing here?” I asked Drystan as I clutched my beating heart. “I just came to check,” Drystan answered. “Are you okay now? How are you feeling?” He asked me. I sighed. “I’m okay, I just get tired easily because of my pregnancy,” I lied using a smooth excuse. Drystan softly nodded his head. “You should rest more since you’re pregnant. Always tell us when you need anything,” Drystan tells me. “Is the party over already?” Nova asked Drystan. “Yes, I told everyone to go home already after we saw the moon,” Drystan replied. “Thank you, Drystan,” I paused. “For the party.” I don’t know how to thank him enough.Even though the party was too much, I knew I needed it and Drystan must have seen that also. I’ve been feeling so troubled lately. Even though Ki
Drystan’s POV I clutched Astrid’s bracelet inside my hand as I left her room. As soon as I was alone in the hallway, I took another check on the bracelet once again. For some reason, this bracelet looked so familiar. I’m just not sure where I have seen them before. With a bracelet as expensive as this, it would be uncommon to see it just anywhere. I’m sure that I didn’t see this bracelet from Astrid before. It was from someone else, but I just couldn’t remember. I rubbed the bracelet’s metal with my fingers and felt the weight of it on my hand to test its authenticity. The stone on the bracelet seemed fake, but I couldn’t tell that for sure. However, the metal used in this bracelet seems strange. If I’m not mistaken, I think the metal used here is called Luminite. In the whole world, only the Shadowfang Pack has access to Luminite. Luminite is very rare, and aside from that the Shadowfang Pack doesn’t just release their precious metal to anyone. It’s hard to acquire a special m
Drystan’s POVThe dungeon is so dark and damp that even the place itself could cause fear to roll down your spine. It was eerie silent inside, broken by my heavy footsteps as I strolled in with my hands kept behind my back. I stopped and took a scrutinizing glance at the two spies that my men just caught lurking around our Pack borders. They stared at me with fear in their eyes not knowing what was in store for their life. “You two must be new,” I muttered in a low voice as I sat on the chair across them. The two spies couldn’t speak even though their mouths weren’t bound with anything. They are also sweating so hard even though the night is cold. I sighed and leaned back on my chair, feeling relaxed as opposed to them. The fact that they were caught so easily is a telltale sign that they are newly hired. They didn’t expect the number of Pack guards guarding around our borders, and they also had no clue about our new rotation. It means they just started on their spy job. “Who hi
Giselle’s POV “Astrid is dead, madame,” the spy that I hired finally came back with his report. I let out a breath and sat on my couch when I heard his confirmation. Of course, Astrid is dead. The Nightsong Pack held her memorial service along with her funeral. How could she still not be dead?It doesn’t even make sense for Drystan to put on a whole show just to fool his own nephew. Even if Drystan and Astrid are close, why would Drystan betray his own flesh and blood for her?I think Killian’s wolf is just in denial just as what Drystan had explained to him. Killian sounded so convincing that he nearly made me doubt my own eyes. “Are you sure she’s not dead?” I asked the spy I hired again, just to make sure. “She even has her own grave in the Nightsong Pack. We’ve been spying on their Pack for days, but I never saw the girl in the picture you asked me to look for in their Pack,” he replied. I sighed. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was relieved or if I was frustrated that Killi
Giselle’s POV My lips curled downwards and I lowered my gaze to evoke pity from Killian’s mother. Her brows bent downwards instantly when she saw the sad look on my face. She took a step forward, closing the distance between us. “Come on, tell me,” she whispered to me kindly. I forced a small smile on my face as I looked at her. “I’m just happy that you accepted me wholeheartedly,” I paused and blinked my eyes, letting the sadness sink in. “Killian had only seen me as a carrier of his baby. I wasn’t even sure that you would like me,” I spoke pitifully. “This is nonsense,” Killian’s mother exclaimed. “You are the mother of my grandson, of course, I will accept you.”I fell quiet at her words. Grandson? How could she be so sure that I was carrying a boy and not a girl?“You don’t have to worry about Killian. I will talk to him, okay? From now on if you have any problems just tell me. Thinking of problems is not good for the baby,” Killian’s mother smiled as she crouched down to speak
Astrid’s POVKillian halted mid-step, his shoulders stiffening as he turned to face me. His brow knitted together, the golden hue of his eyes darkening with unease. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low, guarded.I hesitated for just a heartbeat before the words poured out, tumbling over each other in a rush. “Alpha Cedric,” I said, my voice tight with urgency. “At the council meeting—he stood up, questioning us, doubting our leadership, our decisions.”Killian’s brows pinched together as he processed my words. “What if… what if it wasn’t just him being confrontational? What if it was intentional? Designed to sow distrust, to divide us?” I asked him Killian’s gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he digested my words. A flicker of understanding crossed his face, followed by something colder, harder. Slowly, he nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” he admitted, his tone heavy with thought. “When Andros suggested there could be a traitor, Cedric was the first person w
Astrid’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy and ominous. I felt my chest tighten, the implications settling like a stone in my stomach. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Andros’s gaze dropped again, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his confession was too much to bear. “If you suspect that someone’s feeding the rogue king information, it wasn’t me. It must be someone close to you,” he answered. “Since they know so much about the Pack, it could be someone in your ranks. Tell me, is there anyone acting weird recently? Anyone you think that is hiding something.”“That’s impossible,” I instantly blurted out. “All of us wanted the rogue king gone. All of us were helping each other to overcome this crisis. Why would someone betray us and work with the rogue king?”“I’m not the one leaking information to the rogue king,” Andros spoke sternly. “Who do you think it is?” The question that escaped Killian’s mouth made me look at him. “Killian, what are y
Astrid's POVThe air in the dungeon was damp and heavy, clinging to my skin like a second layer. The faint flicker of the bright light painted uneasy shadows on the stone walls, casting long, distorted shapes that felt as restless as the questions swirling in my mind. Killian and I stopped outside Andros’s cell, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.Andros sat against the wall, his posture slouched, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, as though we weren’t there. His face was pale, worn, and etched with the weight of regret he had carried silently since Rowena’s death.“Andros,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. It was impossible to ignore how different he looked now, like a man who had already resigned himself to whatever fate we would decide.His dark eyes flicked toward me briefly before dropping back to the ground. “What now?” he asked, his voice hollow, lacking the defiance I used to know.Killian stepped forward, his tone firmer than mine. “We need answers,” he said. “T
Astrid's POVThe warrior’s words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating and cold. I stared at him, trying to make sense of what I’d just heard.“The fragments… are missing?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded, each beat echoing louder in my ears as confusion and disbelief clawed at my thoughts.The Forsaken Amulet was destroyed. Rowena sacrificed her life to ensure it could never be used again. Why would the rogues come back for it? What could they possibly want with shattered remnants?Killian stood beside me, rigid as stone, his golden eyes locked on the warrior. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, taut with restrained fury.“Yes, Alpha,” the warrior said, bowing his head. “We inspected the area as you instructed, to see if the rogues left anything behind—clues, weapons, anything. But instead, we found the fragments… gone.”Gone. The word echoed in my mind, a drumbeat of confusion. I tried to piece together the rogue king’s motives, but not
Astrid’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. The large council chamber, usually filled with calm deliberation, was now a battlefield of words. Alphas and Lunas from across the packs are all gathered around in one room, their gazes heavy with doubt and mistrust. Killian and I decided to call this meeting to inform everyone about the recent events and to formulate another plan for the future. “We heard that Andros is back, that he came back to the Pack with you, was that true?” One of the Alphas asked. I nodded my head. “That’s true. Although he is banned to enter any Packs, I made my decision out of careful consideration. While we are unsure of where his alliances lies, it would be safe if he is here with us where we could monitor him.”“Andros cannot be trusted,” Alpha Raiden of the Thunderclaw Pack said, his voice cold and unyielding. “He betrayed us once—no, twice. Do you expect us to believe he won’t do it again?”Several heads nodded in agreement, murmurs spreading li
Astrid’s POVI studied Andros’s face as he spoke, searching for even the faintest trace of deceit, but there was none. His expression was raw, stripped bare of his usual indifference, and in its place was something achingly human. Beneath the steady timbre of his voice, I caught a faint sadness—not just for Rowena, but for Killian, too. It made my chest tighten.I turned to Killian and felt my heart break at the sight of him. His golden eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, burned with a storm of emotions that threatened to drown him—anger, sorrow, regret. He stood frozen, like a man facing the wreckage of his entire world.“Then why didn’t she?” Killian’s voice, sharp and brittle, sliced through the heavy air. His fists trembled, clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles were white. “If she regretted everything so much, why didn’t she just say something? Why didn’t she stop?”Andros let out a quiet sigh, leaning his head back against the damp stone wall. “Because she c
Astrid’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy and sharp, cutting deeper than any blade. I felt Killian’s tension beside me, the barely contained storm beneath his surface threatening to erupt.“She introduced you… to the Rogue King?” Killian’s voice was low, trembling with suppressed rage. His golden eyes bore into Andros, demanding answers, demanding a reason to justify what was unfathomable.Andros’s gaze flickered, the indifference cracking ever so slightly. He leaned his head back against the cold stone wall, exhaling slowly. “She didn’t tell me why at first,” he said, his tone eerily calm. “She just… showed up. Out of nowhere.”The faint light from the torch above us cast long shadows across his face, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his eyes—something I couldn’t ignore.“She said she wanted to help me,” Andros continued, his voice softening, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “Said she didn’t want me to rot away in exile. That she could… save me.”Killian’s eyes
Astrid’s POVThe dungeon was cold, the air damp and heavy with the scent of mildew and rusted iron. Shadows danced on the rough stone walls as the faint light flickered, casting a dim, suffocating glow. Killian stood beside me, his jaw tight and his arms crossed, every line of his body radiating tension.Across from us, Andros sat slumped against the wall of his cell, his hands loosely bound in front of him. His face was a mask of indifference, his eyes distant and unfocused as if he were a world away. He didn’t look at us, didn’t even flinch as we approached.“Andros,” I said, keeping my voice steady. He didn’t move. His breathing was even, his gaze fixed somewhere over my shoulder.Killian took a step forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor. “Are you working with the rogues?” he demanded, his voice hard, cutting through the silence like a blade.Nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition.Killian’s fists clenched at his sides. “Answer me, Andros. Are you one of them?”I st
Astrid’s POVThe world outside my dreams pulled me back slowly, the haze of sleep clinging to me as I stirred awake. Something was missing, though. I reached out instinctively to the empty space beside me, my fingers brushing against the cool sheets where Killian should have been.I blinked, still disoriented, as I pushed myself up. The room was dim, the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows. My eyes adjusted slowly, and then I saw him—Killian, standing on the terrace just outside, his broad back turned to me.His posture was rigid, his hands gripping the railing as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded. Yawning, I stretched, rolling my shoulders to shake off the remnants of sleep. The cool air hit me as I stepped onto the terrace and I instantly wrapped my arms around myself.“Killian,” I called softly, my voice still hoarse from sleep. He didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge me at first. His head hung low, the tension radiating from him unmistakable.I cl