Killian’s POVThe tension in the council chamber was suffocating. The Forsaken Amulet sat at the center of the table, its faint glow casting eerie shadows across the room. Nova’s silence was heavy, her jaw tight as she stared at the artifact. Drystan stood to my left, his posture rigid, fists clenched at his sides.Rowena, however, was calm. Too calm. She stood by the window, her back to the room, as though she had nothing to fear.“We can’t ignore the rogue’s message,” Drystan said, his voice sharp, cutting through the heavy air. “They’re coming, and we’re still sitting here debating whether to act.”“We are acting,” Astrid said firmly, her eyes meeting his. “But rushing into this without knowing the full extent of their plan is exactly what they want.”Drystan let out a frustrated growl. “We don’t have the luxury of time, Astrid. Every second we wait, the rogues get closer to taking what they want. And that Amulet…” His voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing at Rowena. “That Amule
Nova’s POVThe weight of betrayal still pressed heavily on my chest as I left the council chamber. My hands trembled at my sides, the urge to destroy something coursing through me. Liora’s face haunted my mind—her laughter, her kindness, the way she had brought light to every room she entered. Now, that light was gone, extinguished by Rowena’s greed and fear.I couldn’t even look at Killian. His silence, his complicity, felt like another dagger in the back. Drystan hadn’t spoken since we left. His rage was simmering, barely contained, but I knew it would erupt soon.We had to keep moving. If we stopped now, the weight of our anger and grief would bury us.“Where to now?” I asked quietly as Drystan and I stepped into the night.He didn’t answer at first, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the dark forest ahead. Finally, he said, “We need answers. If Rowena’s betrayal is the beginning of this, the Rogue King is the end. And I know someone who might know how to end him.”“The marked m
Astrid’s POVMy husband and mate Killian, who is also the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, left the assembly and went somewhere with his ex-girlfriend leaving me behind. As the Pack’s Luna, I dutifully prepared for our annual pack assembly, but he nearly ruined it because he couldn’t wait to spend time alone with Giselle. Giselle was Killian’s ex-girlfriend. She was his one true love, a woman who is better in many ways than me. Giselle and Killian were in love with each other. Even after Killian found out that we were mates and marked me as his mate and Luna, Killian only had Giselle in his heart.As his mate, it kills me to know that my mate who is supposed to love and cherish me is in love with someone else. Killian had always reminded me that he felt nothing for me. In the years that we were married, he treated me as nothing more than his mere subordinate.Aside from being a Luna, I am also Killian’s right-hand man in the military. I am in charge of the Pack training and I always wo
CHAPTER 2Astrid’s POV“I am not just a warrior in this Pack, Killian. I am also your wife and your Luna. Why should I apologize to your mistress that is not even a part of this Pack,” I blurted out as I pointed an angry finger at Giselle. Killian only scoffed in response. He looked at me mockingly like I was a joke to him. “You are so delusional!” He answered back frustratingly. “When have I ever seen you as my mate and Luna?” He questioned taking me aback and causing a sharp pain in my chest. “If it wasn’t for you, Giselle and I wouldn’t have separated.” My body ran cold when I heard his blunt response. I never thought that he was blaming me for what happened between him and Giselle. “Killian… I’m your mate,” I retorted with my lips quivering. “A mate that I never wanted!” He yells back and shatters what is left of my broken heart. “K-Killian, the moon goddess chose us to be together. How could you choose someone else over me?” I asked back as my wolf whimpered inside of me.
Astrid’s POVMy eyes had been swollen red and puffy from endless crying. My grandmother was the only family member I had left. Now that she’s dead, I am left all alone. Since I’m the only one left, I am in charge of her medical expenses and I have been busy preparing for her funeral all alone. I’ve never stopped crying since my grandmother died.Still, I hated myself. What’s the purpose of preparing for her funeral and crying after she died when I wasn’t even there by the time that she needed me the most? In her last days, I wasn’t even there to comfort her.My precious grandmother doesn’t deserve a granddaughter like me.I held back my tears as I gathered my grandmother’s favorite foods together and placed them near her casket. In the happy memories that I had when I was little, I wasn’t all alone. I always had my mom and grandma to rely on. That didn’t last long though, eventually, my mother died and my grandma had to shoulder all the responsibilities and raise me on her own.
Killian’s POVDivorce? I couldn’t understand. I sighed and raked my hair in frustration when I caught my mind drifting off again instead of focusing on the paperwork that I had to finalize for the day. My mind kept on going back to Astrid’s words. I couldn’t believe how she easily asked me for divorce. Astrid has always been responsible and obedient as a Luna and as my right-hand man or commander in the military. I couldn’t believe that she would easily file for divorce knowing that divorcing me would mean she would have to give up her Luna title and it would also make things awkward between us. I leaned on my chair and shut my eyes as I felt my headache coming. She must be talking purely out of her emotions. Once she had calmed down and saw the whole situation with a clear head, she would realize that the divorce would be too much. I was just late for her grandmother’s funeral and I have a reasonable excuse for that. If I really didn’t care, I wouldn’t have shifted to my wolf a
Astrid’s POVMy heart was heavy with grief and my body was fully exhausted when I returned to the packhouse. Being pregnant made me become more emotional, and it also made me tire more easily. With everything that had happened to me lately, being pregnant made things more difficult for me. Returning to the packhouse was the last thing that I wanted, but I had to. I had left all my things behind when I suddenly decided not to come back anymore. Right now, I just don’t want to meet anyone who would ruin my mood even further. I came to the packhouse to pack my things and that’s it. I have no intention of meeting Killian or even seeing his face. I also do not have any intention of telling him about our unborn child anymore.I instinctively touched my bump as I had that thought. I bit my lower lip as I felt sorry for my child.As someone who grew up without a father, I do not want my baby to experience that also. However, I couldn’t also let him grow up with a father who doesn’t want h
Astrid’s POVKillian turned his face away in shame when he heard my words. His hands trembled slightly as he reluctantly pulled the lilies away from my face, giving me the chance to breathe much better.I remained silent as I covered my nose. My nose felt itchy because of the damn flowers that stirred up my allergies. Killian suddenly scoffed after a moment of silence. “These flowers are not for you,” he spoke angrily.I slowly looked up at him through the corner of my eyes when I heard him speak. When he came here holding the flowers, I really thought it was meant for me.“For whom was it then?” I asked him since I really thought that he had come all the way here to give me those flowers as his way of apologizing. “For Giselle of course,” Killian blurted out. “As you have said you have never received any gift from me. Did you really think I would give you a flower now?”A bitter smile spread across my face when I heard his answer. It was foolish of me to expect that the flowers he
Nova’s POVThe weight of betrayal still pressed heavily on my chest as I left the council chamber. My hands trembled at my sides, the urge to destroy something coursing through me. Liora’s face haunted my mind—her laughter, her kindness, the way she had brought light to every room she entered. Now, that light was gone, extinguished by Rowena’s greed and fear.I couldn’t even look at Killian. His silence, his complicity, felt like another dagger in the back. Drystan hadn’t spoken since we left. His rage was simmering, barely contained, but I knew it would erupt soon.We had to keep moving. If we stopped now, the weight of our anger and grief would bury us.“Where to now?” I asked quietly as Drystan and I stepped into the night.He didn’t answer at first, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the dark forest ahead. Finally, he said, “We need answers. If Rowena’s betrayal is the beginning of this, the Rogue King is the end. And I know someone who might know how to end him.”“The marked m
Killian’s POVThe tension in the council chamber was suffocating. The Forsaken Amulet sat at the center of the table, its faint glow casting eerie shadows across the room. Nova’s silence was heavy, her jaw tight as she stared at the artifact. Drystan stood to my left, his posture rigid, fists clenched at his sides.Rowena, however, was calm. Too calm. She stood by the window, her back to the room, as though she had nothing to fear.“We can’t ignore the rogue’s message,” Drystan said, his voice sharp, cutting through the heavy air. “They’re coming, and we’re still sitting here debating whether to act.”“We are acting,” Astrid said firmly, her eyes meeting his. “But rushing into this without knowing the full extent of their plan is exactly what they want.”Drystan let out a frustrated growl. “We don’t have the luxury of time, Astrid. Every second we wait, the rogues get closer to taking what they want. And that Amulet…” His voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing at Rowena. “That Amule
Killian’s POVThe Forsaken Amulet sat in the center of the Silvermoon council table, its ornate carvings shimmering faintly in the dim light. The room was silent, heavy with the weight of what we’d brought back from the ruins.“It doesn’t look like much,” Drystan said, his tone edged with frustration as he leaned back in his chair.“It doesn’t have to,” Nova replied sharply, her gaze fixed on the Amulet. “You felt what it did to us down there. This thing is dangerous, whether it looks like it or not.”I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the artifact. The power radiating from it was subtle but undeniable, a constant hum that set my wolf on edge.“We can’t keep it here,” Astrid said, breaking the tense silence. “If the rogues find out we have it, they’ll stop at nothing to get it back.”“That’s assuming they don’t already know,” Drystan muttered.The tension in the room was palpable, every word charged with the fear and uncertainty of what lay ahead.The meeting was interrupted
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