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 POV“How long has this been? How long have you known?” I demanded, feeling a mix of betrayal and confusion. She had known about Drystan’s hidden attraction toward me, yet she never mentioned it.Nova’s gaze fell, the weight of my words hanging in the air. “I only found out years ago, before you lost your son.”My eyes widened in shock at her confession. “Why didn’t you tell me?”“Drystan trusts me, and that’s why he confided in me. I can’t betray his trust by telling you his secret,” Nova explained, “Besides, wasn’t it obvious that he likes you? Drystan had never shown that kind of affection to anyone but you.”I blinked my eyes as her words pierced through the fog in my mind, and I started to see things I had overlooked. I had never considered that Drystan’s kindness would stem out of love. I thought he was concerned about me because I used to be his student. I thought he was kind towards me because he felt guilty and partially responsible for what his nephew had done to me