It looks like Drystan got scared. Or maybe Astrid is right with her guesses
Giselle’s POV“Killian, what’s going on? Why are you here?” Killian’s mother bombarded us with questions as soon as we arrived at the Pack. We have just arrived at the entrance to the Packhouse, yet she’s already here to confront us already. “Mother,” I flashed Victoria a sweet smile as I welcomed her with a warm hug, knowing that Killian would be highly sensitive right now.“What happened, dear?” Victoria asked me instead when she noticed the cold and indifferent look on her son’s face. I glanced quietly at Killian and watched as he helped with the omegas, putting out the things we packed but never had the chance to use. Killian has been deadly silent during the whole ride. He’s been silent and angry ever since we left the Nightsong Pack. The tension in the car was unbearable. I could feel the anger radiating off him the whole time that I was with him. Astrid’s confession of cheating really affected him so much. “Something bad happened while we were at the Nightsong Pack, Mothe
Killian’s POVA deep, weary sigh escaped my lips as I stared down at the latest reports that never seemed to end from my Pack. Despite my relentless efforts day in and day out, the Silvermoon Pack seemed to be mired in an endless spiral of problems and setbacks. My brows furrowed in frustration as I ran my calloused hand through my hair. Every time I resolve one issue, two more will crop up and take its place. The finances were in disarray, our Pack military was dwindling, and tensions within the Pack were reaching a boiling point. No matter how hard I work and try to balance all things together, in the end, I can only do one thing at once. If only I could, I would slice my body in half so I could at least be more productive than I already am. My schedule is already hectic as it is. I’ve done nothing but work every single day, but my efforts never matched my results. My jaw tightened as I thought about the Nightsong Pack. While our Pack struggled, the Nightsong Pack is thriv
Killian’s POVMy mother’s lips bobbed up and down like a fish, unable to answer my simple question. My frown deepened at her strange reaction, but she immediately steeled herself by faking a cough. “Huh?” My mother shot back at me once she had recovered. “I-I — of course! Your father wouldn’t have been the Alpha if he hadn’t met me sooner,” my mother answered haughtily. “Everyone knows how your grandfather was convinced by Drystan’s performance and started to consider him the Alpha. If your father hadn’t met me sooner, your grandfather would have passed the position on Drystan instead,” my mother shook her head in disdain as she was reminded of the past. I slowly nodded my head when I finally understood what my mother meant. I was just thinking too much. My doubts finally vanished when I heard her answer. In werewolf Packs, it is our tradition to pass down a position or a title to the next generation only when the heir has found their mate. It has always been like that in a
Giselle’s POVMy heart has been nothing but filled with pure, unadulterated joy in the past few days ever since Killian agreed to marry me and make me his Luna. I’ve waited for so long to have his approval. Finally, after the long wait and the long fight, the date is already set, and the invitations have been sent. I no longer have to wait in uncertainty, fearing that Luna's position is going to be given to someone else. The decision was already made, and the preparations have started already. There’s nothing else that can stop this from happening any more. An excited smile crossed my face as I looked through the selection of themes that we could go with for my wedding Seeing the beautiful themes, I couldn’t help but feel excited to get married already. I couldn’t wait to see all of these come to life. “I like this,” I pointed at the most luxurious and elegant theme in the selection. The events planner who is going to help me have my dream wedding smiled in response.
Giselle’s POVMy footsteps echoed swiftly down the grand hall as I hurried towards the Packhouse’s drawing room. The omega followed behind me in haste, trying to match my footsteps. My heart raced with a mix of annoyance and unease — The Alpha of the Crimsonbane Pack had arrived unannounced. I don’t even know what he is doing here. I gritted my teeth as anger coursed through me. Why does he even have to come here?! He doesn’t even have any business with the Silvermoon Pack. If he came here to ruin things for me, I swear I’m going to kill him. “How long has he been with him?” I demanded in irritation without stopping on my tracks. “For about thirty minutes,” The omega answered unsurely for she’s only basing her answer on her own gut. I rushed my pace as I gripped the hem of my clothes tightly. He’s been here for almost an hour and I have only known that he’s here just by now?I need to hurry before he speaks of something that Killian shouldn’t know about.I paused momentarily to c
A FEW YEARS AGO…Giselle’s POVMy heart felt empty as I stumbled aimlessly through the dense, unfamiliar forest. Dried tears streaked my reddened, swollen face as my tears finally dried up from my endless crying. Still, my feet carried me forward, not knowing where it was taking me as my heart continued to ache in despair. I sniffed as I clutched my broken heart as I limped weakly across the forest, my eyes empty like a madman. I was just exiled from my own Pack, and I have nowhere to go. Alpha William, Killian’s father, gave a cruel decree to remove me as a member of the Silvermoon Pack. I am now a werewolf without a Pack to call home, turning me into a rogue. I’ve never done anything wrong or broken any rules of our Pack. My only fault was to fall in love with his son during the time when he still hadn’t even met his mate yet. Killian and I are high school sweethearts. We were so deeply in love that we were convinced we would turn out as mates in the future. When things
PRESENT TIMEAt the Silvermoon Pack’s Drawing RoomGiselle’s POV“Mistakes happen,” Damien responded nonchalantly after I lied about forgetting to send the invitation.“It’s okay if you forgot to send me an invitation. It doesn’t mean I’m not invited to your wedding, Am I right?” Damien asked shamelessly, knowing too well that I didn’t want him to be there at my wedding or anywhere near me at all. Killian smiled and nodded at Damien’s words. “Of course! You wouldn’t need an invitation to come to our wedding at all. You can also bring anyone you want to our wedding. This offer is going to be available only for you,” Killian replied amicably. Damien sighed. “I don’t think I could bring anyone with me on that day.”“Oh really!” I spoke up as I took my seat beside Killian. “What about Luna Vanessa? She had always liked parties. I’m sure she’s going to agree to come with you if you ask her.”Vanessa is Damien’s true mate and his current wife. She is the woman that Damien chose to replace
A FEW YEARS AGO…. At the Crimsonbane PackGiselle’s POVIt was by accident when I found out that Damien was secretly the Alpha of the Crimsonbane Pack. At that time, I was working as an omega at the Crimsonbane Pack’s Packhouse. As a newly adopted member, I needed to start low in the ranks. I was demoted to the lowest position. I had to clean around the Packhouse and do menial work as the Packhouse’s Omega. When I was living at the Silvermoon Pack, I was never treated as a servant. We are way higher than omegas and even above the average werewolves. You could say we are the Pack’s nobles without official titles. Since I was born into the Silvermoon Pack, I had my own privileges. However, I lost all of that when I was exiled and turned into a rogue. I could only say that I’m still lucky that I didn’t stay as a rogue for a long time. It would be much better to become a Packhouse’s omega than to be a lone rogue without any friends and without a pack that can provide for me. A
Killian’s POVThe camp was a flurry of activity, every wolf preparing for what could be our last stand. Weapons were sharpened, armor repaired, and scouts came and went with grim updates on the Rogue King’s movements.I stood near the center, watching the warriors train in the clearing. Their strikes were fast, their stances solid, but the tension in the air was unmistakable. Everyone knew what was coming, and the weight of it was crushing.Astrid approached, her expression as resolute as ever, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of exhaustion. “Drystan and Nova haven’t sent word yet,” she said quietly.“They will,” I replied, my voice firm. “They know what’s at stake.”Astrid’s gaze flicked toward the edge of the camp, where Andros was being guarded by two warriors. He sat on a fallen log, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, scanning the camp as if calculating his next move.“I don’t trust him,” Astrid said, her voice low.“Neither do I,” I admitted. “But right now, he’s a nec
Drystan’s POVThe council chamber at the Silvermoon camp was more crowded than usual, but the air was heavy with unease. After everything we had learned from Rowena and Andros, tensions ran higher than ever. Wolves from allied Packs whispered among themselves, their voices sharp with mistrust.Killian stood at the head of the chamber, his presence commanding as always, but even he couldn’t mask the strain on his face. Astrid sat to his right, her eyes dark with fatigue. Nova was beside me, her hand resting on her thigh, her tension palpable.Andros and Rowena sat on the far side of the room, their backs straight despite the weight of every glare in the room directed at them. Andros leaned casually against the wall, but Rowena remained composed, her sharp eyes sweeping over the gathered wolves with quiet authority.“We’ve heard what they’ve told us,” one of the elders said, his voice echoing through the room. “But how can we trust anything that comes from the mouths of traitors?”M
Chapter 35: The Rogue King’s True IntentionsAstrid’s POVThe fire crackled softly in the middle of our camp, its flickering light casting long shadows across the weary faces gathered around it. Rowena sat apart from the others, her posture poised despite the shackles around her wrists. Her silver hair, neat and immaculate, caught the firelight, and her eyes—sharp, calculating—watched us with the kind of patience that only came with age and experience.Killian stood to her right, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He hadn’t said much since we brought her back, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. His mother, the woman who had caused so much pain, was now our reluctant informant.Drystan paced nearby, his claws flexing as he glared at Rowena. Nova sat stiffly beside me, her hand gripping her knee as if to keep her emotions in check. Andros leaned against a tree on the far side of the clearing, his presence like a dark shadow, a reminder of the betrayal that had fra
Astrid’s POVThe forest around us was suffocating, its silence oppressive. Every step deeper into rogue territory felt like a journey into a nightmare. My wolf was on edge, her instincts screaming that danger lurked just beyond the trees.Drystan led our group, his movements precise and calculated as he tracked Rowena’s faint scent. Nova kept pace beside him, her body still healing but her determination unyielding. I trailed close behind, my gaze darting between the shadows, each step weighted by the tension of what we might find.“She’s leading us somewhere,” Drystan muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “But whether it’s to the Rogue King or a trap, I can’t tell.”“She won’t outsmart us again,” Nova replied, her tone sharp with anger.I wished I shared her confidence, but something about this chase didn’t sit right. Rowena wasn’t careless, and she wasn’t predictable. Whatever she was planning, it wouldn’t be simple.The scent trail brought us to a clearing veiled in mist.
Nova’s POVThe journey to Shadowfang territory was slow and tense. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl, put us on edge. The warriors moved in near silence, their weapons ready, their gazes sharp. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the forest.Drystan stayed close to me, his presence steady, though I could sense the storm raging beneath his calm exterior. Neither of us spoke much. The weight of what we might find—and what it could mean for Liora’s sacrifice—hung heavily between us.Astrid and Killian led the group, their eyes scanning the path ahead. The Rogue King’s forces had fortified Shadowfang, and the closer we got, the more we felt his presence.We reached the outskirts of Shadowfang territory just before dawn. The air was thick with the scent of rogues and something darker—something I couldn’t quite place.“We’ll rest here,” Killian said, his voice low but firm. “Drystan, take a small group and scout ahead. Report back with anyt
Astrid’s POVThe Emberwood ruins were quiet, but the air felt heavy. The scars of the siege remained—bloodstains on the stone, shattered barriers, and weary warriors moving through the wreckage. The Rogue King’s retreat had left a bitter aftertaste, not a victory. We all knew it wasn’t over.Scouts arrived at dawn, their reports grim. The Rogue King was rallying in Shadowfang territory, an area long abandoned after his rise to power. Worse, his forces weren’t just rogues anymore. Several smaller Packs had joined him, their banners seen flying alongside his.“He’s not just uniting rogues,” Killian said as we gathered in the council chamber. “He’s turning wolves against their own Packs.”The room erupted into murmurs of disbelief and anger.“What kind of Alpha betrays their kind for a rogue?” one elder growled.“A desperate one,” Nova said, her voice sharp but steady. She leaned against the table, her injuries still evident. “The Rogue King’s offering them something we can’t: freedom
Killian’s POVThe Emberwood ruins were silent, but it was a deceptive kind of peace. The air was thick with the stench of blood and ash, and every shadow seemed to whisper of danger. Warriors moved through the wreckage with weary purpose, tending to the wounded or reinforcing what defenses we had left.Nova rested in one of the makeshift infirmary tents, her pale face a stark reminder of how close we’d come to losing everything. Drystan was at her side, his usual stoicism replaced by a quiet but fierce protectiveness.Astrid was near the council chamber, her presence a steadying force as warriors gathered to plan our next steps. The weight of the siege hung heavily on us all, but the real burden sat in the back of my mind: the Amulet.We reconvened in the council chamber later that evening. The warriors who could stand attended, their faces etched with exhaustion. The Amulet, I thought, would be the center of this conversation—our next move, our strategy. But when I stepped into
Astrid’s POVThe Emberwood ruins were eerily silent as the last rays of sunlight bled into the horizon. The warriors moved like shadows among the crumbling walls, setting traps and reinforcing defenses. Every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of boots on gravel, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the faint metallic clink of weapons being prepared.Killian stood at the edge of the ruins, his gaze fixed on the darkening forest. His shoulders were tense, his posture rigid, but his voice was steady as he issued commands.“They’ll hit us hard and fast,” he said, his tone calm but carrying the weight of authority. “Hold the line. Protect the Amulet. Do not let them break through.”I nodded, standing by his side. “The rogues won’t stop until they have it. But we won’t let them win.”He glanced at me, his jaw tight. “No matter what happens, Astrid, promise me you’ll make it out of this.”I reached for his hand, squeezing it briefly. “We both will.”The first howl cut through the stillness l
Astrid’s POVThe air in the council chamber was heavy, almost suffocating, as Killian explained what Nova and Drystan had learned. The Amulet wasn’t just a weapon—it was a curse, a relic tied to the Rogue King’s bloodline. Destroying it would require a confrontation with the one enemy we couldn’t afford to lose to.The warriors gathered around the table exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions grim.“The Rogue King won’t wait for us to come to him,” Killian said. “He’ll strike first. And when he does, he’ll bring every rogue under his command. If we’re not ready, it’s over.”Nova’s voice was steady, though I could hear the anger and pain beneath it. “We can’t let him use the Amulet. If it falls into his hands, he won’t just destroy the Packs—he’ll twist everything we’ve built into his version of chaos.”I glanced at the Amulet, its faint glow seeming almost malevolent. Just looking at it made my wolf uneasy, as if it could sense the darkness radiating from the artifact.“What’s t