Astrid’s POVThe room was thick with an awkward silence as everyone processed the unexpected revelation. Whispers of disbelief rippled through the assembly, eyes darting between Alpha Theron, Drystan, and me. The tension was palpable, a mix of surprise and concern hanging heavily in the air. I could feel the intensity of Drytsan’s scrutiny, his disbelief almost tangible. Before the ceremony, he already made his feelings clear to me. He is not comfortable about me going back to the Silvermoon Pack and being anywhere near my ex-husband and his new wife, whom he had replaced me with. Drystan knows more than anyone how much I had suffered because of them, and yet I’ll be sent back there again with the task of helping them. I knew Drystan wouldn’t like this, I should have talked to him about this beforehand, but cowardice got the best of me. Drystan is worried about my safety and well-being. Yet I remained focused on the task at hand, not letting his reaction sway my resolve.Around
Andros’s POVAs I stared intently at Giselle, I couldn’t help but notice the tension etched in her features. It was clear that she was struggling with her emotions. I could recognize the anger and resentment simmering just beneath her surface. Her narrowed eyes and tight jaw spoke volumes about her feelings towards Astrid. A flicker of satisfaction ran through me. I wasn’t alone in my feelings; I could see that Giselle shared my disdain, matching the hatred I harbored towards Astrid. I shifted slightly in my seat, feeling the weight of the moment. It was evident that she did not approve of Astrid living with them in their Pack. Her disapproval is more than just being protective; it’s rooted in a deep-seated dislike that resembles exactly what I feel towards Astrid.I understand what Giselle is going through right now. And right now, what she needs is help. I believe I could give her exactly the help that she needs.My father suddenly spoke up, breaking the tension in the room. “G
Andros’s POVA flicker of distaste crossed my features at her casual reference to me as one of Astrid’s kin. “She’s not my family!” I snapped, fury igniting in my gaze.Giselle recoiled, surprise painting her face at my sudden outburst. I inhaled deeply, striving to regain my composure after failing to curb my reaction. “I’m not related to a monster,” I hissed, diverting my gaze as I attempted to restore my usual demeanor.Instead of retreating in fear, Giselle offered a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Sir Andros, what brings you all the way here to see me?” she whispered, gliding closer with an effortless grace.I met her gaze, and there it was—the unmistakable glint of mischief, the spark of a scheme brewing behind those captivating eyes. Giselle was every bit as cunning and scheming as I had suspected. Of course, It takes someone like her to recognize her own nature, and now, knowing she had seen through me, she showed no hesitation in asking me questions. “I s
Nova’s POVMy time with the Shadowfang Pack has drawn to a close. I came for the ceremony, a vibrant celebration of Astrid, which wrapped up just yesterday. Now, as the echoes of laughter and joy fade, guests bustle about, readying themselves to return to their own lives, and I am one of them.I meticulously counted my belongings, ensuring nothing was left behind. Michael had stepped out to prepare our car, leaving me alone in the room to conduct one final check. I scanned the corners, the drawers, and beneath the bed, making sure every item found its way into my bags.Once satisfied, I slung the heavy bags over my shoulder. Their weight was no burden to me; with my werewolf strength, they felt as light as feathers. A typical female human would struggle under such a load, but for me, it was just another reminder of the power coursing through my veins. I finally opened the door to follow Michael with the bags. For sure, he is already waiting for me outside after moving the car out
Nova’s POVI pulled my arm away from Drystan’s hold as I struggled to maintain my resolve. “I’m leaving, Drystan,” I answered firmly. The weight of his presence felt both comforting and suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I have to stay away from him as far as possible for the sake of my sanity. “Leaving? You’re going back with me to the Nightsong Pack,” he stated, a hint of authority in his voice. My eyes widened in surprise as I glanced back at him, disbelief swirling in my chest.“Back to the Nightsong Pack? I just can’t go with you!” I blurted out, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Michael and I already talked. I’m going back to where I came from.”I tried to snatch my arm away from his grip, but his hand tightened, refusing to let me go. “You promised that you’d come back once you found your mate. Now that you’ve found him, it’s time for you to return.” His tone was firm, leaving little room for argument.“That’s because I thought I would be mated to a werewolf!” I exc
Astrid’s POVI held a bemused expression on my face as I stepped out of my room, a whirlwind of disheveled thoughts and half-hearted energy swirling around me. Today, I’m going to be on my way to Silvermoon Pack. I thought I’d be motivated and excited; I’d waited for more than three years to be given a chance at revenge. Yet, I didn’t expect that I’d feel absolutely nothing about it. Instead, a strange emptiness settled in my gut, as if the anticipation had been siphoned away. Ever since my son died, avenging him has been my only goal in life. I must be feeling empty because I knew even if I annihilated the whole Silvermoon Pack, nothing could bring my son back to life. I slung my bag tight on my shoulder as I closed my door behind me, ready to leave. As I glanced back at my almost empty room, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach, and I wondered how long it would take me to return here.Would I be successful in avenging my son?Would I even be able to come back alive?“Miss Astr
Astrid’s POV“That’s not what I want. I don’t want innocent people to be implicated by the actions of two people,” I managed to answer firmly despite the tears blocking my throat. “Then let me deal with Killian and Giselle directly,” Alpha Theron suggested, his voice steady“No!” I didn’t mean to raise my voice, but the word escaped me, sharp and urgent. “They ruined my life. They killed my son. I must deal with them myself.”Alpha Theron’s expression shifted with a mixture of concern in his eyes. I could see how much he wanted to take things into his own hands. “This is between me and them. I want to face them instead of avoiding them. If I hadn’t avoided them before, my son would still be alive. I would have heard his first word and seen his first steps. He would have been able to experience the world.”My voice trembled as I continued, the raw pain spilling out. “I’m partly responsible for my son’s death. I was a coward, and I didn’t deserve to be his mother. Give me this chance
Astrid’s POVI stood with my arms crossed, my eyes blank as I drowned in my own thoughts. My gaze was fixed on the Pack Omegas, watching them load my luggage into the car. Each bag disappeared into the trunk with a soft thud, a rhythmic soundtrack to my swirling thoughts.Though I was physically present, my mind wandered far beyond the scene before me. I observed the Omegas working, but my thoughts were consumed by the journey ahead and the unknowns that awaited me. As my imagination took hold, I couldn't shake the conversation I had with Alpha Theron earlier. The weight of his words lingered in the air, pressing down on me like an impending storm.Alpha Theron’s words were a great reminder to me, and they settled heavily in my mind, bothering me. “Astrid!” My soul nearly leaped out of my body when someone suddenly surprised me from behind. I turned around to find Nova beaming at me, her bright energy a stark contrast to my swirling thoughts.I placed a hand over my chest to calm
Astrid’s POVThe morning sun spilled over the horizon, bathing the Silvermoon Pack in golden light.It felt like a dream.Like I had woken up from a nightmare and stepped into something softer, something real.The wind was cool, crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, untouched by war, by fear. Peaceful.Something I never thought I’d feel again.But here I was.And my children—my heart, my soul—were safe.I looked down at Elara, her tiny fingers curled around mine as we sat on the balcony of the Packhouse. She was staring out at the trees, her expression calm but distant."Are you cold?" I asked softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.She shook her head. "No."She was quiet these days.Healing.Like all of us.I glanced over my shoulder, where Ryker sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Killian with furrowed brows."You're doing it wrong," Ryker grumbled as Killian attempted to braid his sister’s hair.Killian gave him a mock glare. "Excuse me? I was an Alpha before you were
Killian’s POVThe night smelled like blood and fire.I couldn’t stop moving.Every rogue in my path fell before they even had a chance to react. I didn’t feel them fall. Didn’t care.Because she was here.Astrid.And I would burn this entire place to the ground to get her and Elara back."Killian! We need to push back toward the main entrance!" Ryder shouted over the chaos."Then do it," I snarled, my claws slashing through another rogue’s throat. "I'm getting Astrid."The camp was collapsing around us, rogues scattering in terror. But I didn’t care about them.I cared about one thing.I slammed through the wooden doors, my wolf roaring inside of me, scenting her immediately.Astrid’s POVThe walls shook.The sounds of battle grew louder, closer.I knew what that meant.Killian was here.I forced myself to remain still, though my wrists ached from where they had been tied.The rogues had been restless since nightfall. They hadn’t expected an attack so soon. Hadn’t expected Killian to
Killian’s POVThe night air was thick with tension as we stood outside the war tent, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows over the gathered warriors. We had our plan.It wasn’t enough.Not for me.Not for the rage clawing at my chest, the desperation gripping my every thought.Astrid was out there. Alone. Surrounded. And every second we waited was another second she was at that bastard’s mercy.I paced the length of the clearing, my hands clenched into fists, my wolf snarling just beneath the surface. Patience was never my strength. And right now, I had none."Killian."Ryder’s voice was firm, grounding.I stopped, exhaling sharply, forcing my breathing to even out."We’re ready," Ryder continued, stepping beside me. "The scouts confirmed Astrid’s trail—it leads straight into the rogue king’s stronghold. But we still don’t know exactly where they’re keeping her and Elara."I turned to him, my golden eyes burning. "Then we force them to tell us."Ryder nodded, but his gaze flic
Killian’s POVThe room was suffocating.The walls pressed in around me, and my wolf howled inside my chest, clawing to be free, to run, to fight, to kill.I couldn’t breathe.Astrid was gone.Elara was still missing.They were both in his hands.The war room blurred as I stormed through the Packhouse, my mind a whirlwind of fury and desperation. My steps were too fast, too sharp, but I couldn’t slow down. Not now.Not when I had already lost so much.The moment I stepped into the war room, all eyes snapped to me.Ryder was there, arms crossed, watching me carefully. Warriors stood around the table, tense, waiting for orders. Waiting for me to do something.But I wasn’t thinking.I couldn’t think.I could barely see past the red haze of rage.“She left a trail,” Ryder said before I could even open my mouth.I froze.The room around me seemed to still, my mind catching onto his words like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline.“What?” My voice came out sharp, dangerous.Ryder motioned t
Astrid’s POVElara’s blue eyes locked onto mine, wide and glistening with tears, her small frame trembling in the grip of the rogue holding her.“Mommy!”Her voice cracked, breaking something inside me.I lunged, the burning pain of the wolfsbane shackles forgotten, my body driven by nothing but instinct.I barely made it a step before rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me back.A snarl ripped from my throat. “Let her go!”Ardan’s smirk deepened. He raised a hand, and the rogue restraining Elara tightened his grip.She whimpered.A sound so small—so fragile—that it shattered every ounce of restraint I had left.“I swear with my own life, Ardan,” I growled, my voice raw with fury, “if you so much as touch her—”He laughed.Actually laughed.Like this was amusing. Like he wasn’t holding my world in his filthy hands.“My, my,” he mused, pacing toward me with slow, deliberate steps. “You really do have a soft spot, don’t you?” His gaze flickered to Elara. “I wonder… does she share your
Astrid’s POVThe journey to Ardan’s stronghold felt longer than it should have.They forced me to walk.Through the forest, over uneven terrain, my wrists bound in iron shackles laced with wolfsbane, burning against my skin with every step.I didn’t fight them.Not because I couldn’t.But because every second I stalled, every moment I made them think I was truly broken, brought me closer to Elara.That was all that mattered.The rogues surrounded me in a loose formation, their laughter and whispered taunts filling the night air.They didn’t see me as a threat.Not anymore.They saw a woman who had given up, a mother who had walked willingly into the lion’s den.That was their first mistake.Their second?Letting me breathe.As we moved deeper into rogue territory, my thoughts remained sharp, focused. I counted our path, memorized the turns, the landmarks, the scent markers.If I survived this, if I found a way to get Elara out, I needed to know exactly how to escape.If I didn't… then
Astrid’s POVThe rogues had been waiting for me.They lingered in the shadows, motionless, like predators poised for the perfect moment to strike. Their eyes glowed eerily in the dim light of the moon, flickering with something sinister—anticipation.They knew I was coming.My stomach twisted, but I forced my expression into something unreadable, my shoulders squared as I stepped forward. I came alone. No weapons. No resistance. Complete surrender.It was the only way.If I fought back, if I hesitated for even a second, Ardan might change his mind. He might keep Elara. He might hurt her.And that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.I took slow, deliberate steps into the clearing, my heartbeat steady despite the way my wolf clawed at the inside of my skin, urging me to turn back, to fight.Not yet.I exhaled, tilting my chin upward as I finally stopped before them.The group of rogues—at least a dozen—remained silent for a moment, assessing me. Then one of them, a tall, lean man with
Killian’s POVThe omega’s words rang in my ears like a warning bell."Alpha! Alpha! It’s Ryker! He’s awake and looking for you. He won’t calm down!"My entire body locked up.Ryker had always been tormented with nightmares ever since Elara was kidnapped. He often woke up in the middle of the night, demanding to see us and he would always look so terrified. I stood at the Packhouse entrance, my wolf raging to break free, my warriors prepared to track Astrid before she got too far. Every instinct inside me screamed at me to run, to chase her down, to drag her back before she made the biggest mistake of her life.But my son needed me.For a single, agonizing moment, I hesitated.Then I turned on my heel and strode toward the infirmary, my boots pounding against the floor, my fists clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palms. My lungs burned with restrained fury, my thoughts a storm of frustration and helplessness.First Astrid. Now Ryker. I was losing control of everything.When I
Astrid’s POVThe night stretched on, endless and suffocating. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows against the walls, but the light felt hollow—cold. The Packhouse was eerily quiet, the usual hum of distant conversations and footsteps replaced by an unbearable stillness.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the fabric of my shirt, my thoughts a hurricane raging inside me.Elara.Her name was carved into every thought, every breath, every aching second that passed. She was out there, in the dark, in the hands of the man who wanted nothing more than to see me broken.And I was still here. Waiting.I had tried. I had tried to listen to Killian, to hold on to the logic that we could save her together, that there was a plan, a chance. But how could I gamble my daughter’s life on a chance?What if they were wrong? What if we weren’t fast enough? What if she needed me now?My throat tightened, the guilt curling around me like a noose. I had waited too long alread