Drystan’s POVThat couldn’t be. I’ve thought about so many possibilities, but this… This is far from what I even have imagined. “This is an heirloom, Alpha. Not just any heirloom. This prized possession came from the Shadowfang Pack’s ancient Alpha lineage, which holds historical significance and sentimental worth. This is a cherished legacy in the Shadowfang Pack,” Mason added as he held the bracelet tightly in his hand like he was afraid that he would lose it. Caden and I shared a look at each other when we heard Mason’s words. Caden knows that the bracelet is owned by Astrid. If the bracelet is truly an heirloom by the Shadowfang Pack’s Alpha, then why was it passed down to Astrid? “Are you sure that’s the same stone? I only found this bracelet in the possession of an omega,” I gave him a little bit of information just so he would trust me and tell me the truth. Mason’s brows furrowed. I’m not sure if it is caused by confusion or disbelief. “This bracelet has been taken c
Drystan’s POV“You seem to have a lot of time on your hands recently,” Astrid asked me softly as I accompanied her for a walk around the garden. I watched as she walked ahead of me, her hand leaning down slightly to the side to touch the flowers as she walked. Every day, it has been part of Astrid’s morning routine to take a walk in the garden before she ate her breakfast. The Pack Doctor recommended including it in her routine as a safe exercise to reduce her swelling and to prepare her body for labor. Usually, it’s Nova who joins her with her walk to make sure that she’s safe, but I asked Nova to allow me to walk alone with Astrid this time. Sometimes, when my mind zones out during work, I would see them by my office window, walking together and keeping each other company. I have always wanted to join them, but my work wouldn’t allow me to. Thankfully, this time, Caden agreed to fill my position and lead the morning training session of the Pack Warriors for me. “I still
Drystan’s POV“Who do you think your father is?” I asked her, curious about her answer. Astrid furrowed her brows, her gaze shifting inward as a thoughtful expression crossed her features. “My mother is a pure-blooded omega, and I am too. Most likely, my father could be an omega from a different Pack, or worse, he could be a rogue or a criminal. This is the reason why I sometimes think it would be best if I never met him at all. I will not know what to feel if I found out that my father is an outlaw with money on his head.” I chuckled at his far-fetched imagination. “I’m sure your father is not a criminal. You are thinking too much. “Who knows? Maybe he’s dead.” Astrid retorted. Suddenly, Astrid stopped in her tracks and faced me with an incredulous look in her eyes. “Wait a minute. How did our conversation turn out like this?” I laughed to minimize her suspicions. “I also don’t know, too,” I answered lightheartedly. “You are asking too many questions. What is it that you
Killian’s POVI clenched my jaw as I burrowed my head into my hands, and I felt a headache starting to form in my head. I have a lot of reports to read and papers to sign, but I couldn’t focus on the paperwork because of the uproar going on outside. The Pack members were in an uproar. Their voices are raised in a cacophony of betrayal and anger as they all demand to see me and end my wedding with Giselle. Outside, there was palpable tension as the Pack guards did their job and pushed back the Pack members to keep them from entering the house. There was no violence, just shouting and a lot of pushing. The Pack members are unwilling to leave unless I go outside and show my face to them. For some reason, my wedding with Giselle had been exposed. Someone leaked information that I’ve been making preparations for my upcoming wedding with Giselle. I gave strict orders to keep this information a secret. I knew this was going to happen once the Pack members found out that I was plann
Giselle’s POVA scream tore from my throat in a raw, guttural burst of sound as I threw the first thing I picked up with my hand to the wall, making it shatter to the ground. I didn’t stop there. I continued to throw all the things inside my room that were made with glass, filling my room with broken shards Still, it didn’t lessen the boiling anger inside my heart. I turned to my bed and the couches, flipping and throwing everything as well until my whole room looked like it was destroyed by a tornado. “Luna, stop it. It might harm the baby.” An Omega tried to grab my arm to stop me, but I pushed her away from me, making her fall to the ground. “Ah!” The omega yelped in pain when a broken shard pierced through her palm. I stared at her with no care in my eyes. “Don’t call me Luna anymore! Didn’t you hear what they said? The wedding was canceled. I will never be a Luna!” I shouted as I pushed the chair beside me, making it tumble to the ground. “Miss Giselle, please stop this.
Drystan’s POV“Alpha Nolan, maybe you could think about it first. I’ve already set the schedule, and all the materials are ready to be delivered. It’s the worst time for you to cancel.” I gripped the telephone tightly in my hand as I begged to make sense with the Alpha of the Nightshade Pack.Since this morning, my telephone couldn’t stop ringing, and every time that I answered the calls, it was always the Alphas I had transactions with that were calling. All of them also wanted the same thing. They were so eager to cancel all agreements they had with me for no reason. All of the transactions and efforts that I made to ally with a lot of Packs all went down the drain. Suddenly, everyone wanted to take back all the words that they had said, and none of them could give me a proper reason for it. “Alpha Nolan, I just woke up, and I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet, and a lot of Alphas had already called me and canceled all of our agreements before you. Please, Alpha Nolan, spare me th
Astrid’s POVAll of us sat at a loss in Drystan’s office when we heard the losses that the Pack had suffered because of something that was not even real. Drystan was reluctant to tell me anything. It was Caden who answered all my questions when I demanded it from him. Apparently, all of the Packs who made an agreement with us after the Werewolf Assembly had changed their minds and wanted to pull back their partnership with us. Only Alpha Everest from the Frostbite Pack didn’t turn back on his words. I pursed my trembling lips as tears stung the back of my eyes. All of these things wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t because of me. The Nightsong Pack suffered losses just so Drystan could protect me and my child from Killian. Drystan’s reputation was ruined because of me. With the huge losses that we suffered and without any packs who wanted to help us, the Nightsong Pack wouldn’t last, and we would be in danger of disbanding soon. Drystan worked hard to build this Pack from
Giselle’s POVI sat perched on the edge of my bed, a warm ceramic mug cradled in my hands as I gazed down, stirring my morning tea with a serene smile playing on my lips. Speaking of teas, I have just dropped a very hot and fresh one for Drystan and Astrid. The hot tea that I exposed about them had already circulated around all the Packs I took a deep breath as I felt more happy and relaxed. Today, the world seems brighter, and the air is sweeter since everything has turned in my favor. My plans had succeeded at last. I could feel the thrill of accomplishment coursing through my veins, mingling with the comforting aroma of my freshly brewed tea. Finally, I could enjoy the scenic view of the Packhouse’s garden through my window in silence. The Pack members had finally stopped their protests, which gave me the peace that I needed. As I allowed myself to relax and enjoy my triumph, my peaceful reverie was shattered in an instant. Without warning, the door to her bedroom burst o
Nova’s POVThe room was silent, save for the crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth. I sat at the head of the long table, staring at the assortment of documents scattered before me. Each piece felt like a fragment of a puzzle too shattered to put back together.Drystan stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed, his expression grim. His wolf had been on edge since our return from the Emberwood ruins. So had mine.“They planned it,” I murmured, breaking the silence. “Liora’s death wasn’t just a rogue attack. They lured her there, Drystan. And someone helped them.”Drystan’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “We’ve suspected as much. But we need proof—something that ties this to someone in the Pack. Without it, we have nothing.”I picked up the silver locket we’d found at the ruins, my fingers brushing over its worn surface. Liora had carried it with her everywhere. Finding it there felt like she’d left it as a breadcrumb, a plea for the tru
Astrid’s POVI stared at Rowena, my heart pounding in disbelief. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, sensing my anger, my sadness, my… disgust. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.“You have no remorse,” I said, my voice trembling, a mix of anger and sorrow. “After everything that happened. After the pain you caused to Drystan and Nova. After taking someone’s mate, someone’s sister, you stand here and act as if it was just… business. Just a means to an end.”Rowena’s cold, detached gaze met mine. “It wasn’t personal, Astrid. It was survival. You have to understand—when you’re protecting what’s yours, you’ll do whatever it takes. Drystan would have taken everything from us.”I took a step forward, my fists clenched, my wolf growling within me. “Do you even hear yourself? You didn’t just take everything from Drystan; you destroyed him. You tore apart a bond stronger than anything in this world. Do you know what it feels like to lose your mate? To live every single day with half of
Astrid’s POVThe Silvermoon Packhouse was unusually quiet as we arrived, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the grounds. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, sensing the tension in both Killian and myself. nWe hadn’t spoken much on the way back, but the weight of what we’d uncovered hung heavy between us.As we approached the front steps, the sound of laughter broke through the silence. I turned toward the sound and saw Rowena in the courtyard, her face uncharacteristically soft as she knelt in the grass, playing with Ryker and Elara.“Mama! Papa!” Elara’s bright voice rang out as she spotted us.Ryker followed close behind her, his grin wide as he sprinted toward Killian. “You’re back!”I knelt just in time to catch Elara as she threw herself into my arms, her small hands clutching at me as if I’d been gone for days. “I missed you, Mama!”I smiled, seeing her melted all my worries away. Although I wasn’t gone that long it felt like I haven’t seen her in ages upon seeing
Astrid’s POVThe clearing was unnervingly quiet. The parchment in Killian’s hands seemed heavier than it had any right to be, the words scrawled across its surface burning into my mind like a brand. Elimination Plan. Pack informant. No survivors.It seems that there is something more behind Liora’s death. It was planned, she was targetted. Her death wasn’t a simple accident. And worse, someone from Silvermoon had helped them.I felt the weight of Killian’s silence beside me, and my stomach twisted. I’m sure he is already suspecting his mother. Aside from Rowena, who else could have made a deal with the rogues?If it was Rowena, it would make sense why she made a deal with us in exchange of escaping punishment.I reached for Killian’s hand and squeezed it in comfort. Killian looked at me and I stared back at him with understanding. There’s no evidence yet. All we know is that someone from the Silvermoon Pack had something to do with Liora’s death. We aren’t sure yet if it was Rowen
Astrid’s POVThe forest around the Emberwood ruins was a tangle of shadows and silence. Every crunch of leaves beneath our boots and rustle of branches above felt amplified in the eerie stillness. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, its senses sharp as if anticipating an ambush.Killian walked at my side, his posture rigid with tension. Drystan and Nova followed close behind, their weapons at the ready, and a small group of warriors flanked us. We’d planned this mission carefully, but the weight of the Forsaken Amulet and the shadow of the Rogue King made every step feel like a gamble.As we approached the ruins, the crumbling stone walls loomed into view, covered in moss and vines. A cold wind blew through the trees, carrying a faint metallic tang that made my stomach churn.“It’s too quiet,” Killian muttered, his eyes scanning the treeline. “I don’t like it.”Drystan nodded grimly. “If the Rogue King knows we’re here, he’s waiting.”“We don’t have a choice,” I said, gripping my
Nova’s POVThe hum of the car engine vibrated through my chest, a soothing constant as the trees blurred past the windows. It had been far too long since our last visit to the Silvermoon Packhouse, but life at Shadowfang had left no room for reunions. Rogue attacks near our borders kept us tethered to home, juggling defenses and strategies.Today was different. Today, we were finally going back.I sighed, my gaze drifting to Leira. She was practically bouncing in her seat, her excitement bubbling over. Too young to understand the weight of what brought us here, she only saw this as a long-awaited visit to her best friend.“Are we there yet, Mama?” she asked, her face pressed against the window, her voice brimming with hope.“Almost,” I replied, my lips curving into a smile. Her energy was infectious, a bright spot in the constant tension.She turned to Drystan, her wide eyes sparkling. “Do you think Elara will be happy to see me?”Drystan, his hands steady on the wheel, glanced at her
Astrid’s POVRowena’s quarters sat on the outskirts of Silvermoon territory, a place that felt as removed from the Pack’s core as Rowena herself. The journey there was quiet, the tension between Killian and me palpable. I could tell he was already regretting agreeing to this, but we didn’t have the luxury of letting emotions cloud our judgment.The rogue attacks were escalating. They were organized, purposeful, and more ruthless than ever. If Rowena had answers that could shed light on the Rogue King’s plans, we had no choice but to seek her out.Rowena had always been a thorn in our sides—a manipulative force who thrived on power plays. But she was also cunning, and if she knew anything about the Rogue King, she might just be the key to understanding what we were up against.As we approached her quarters, the scent of burning herbs filled the air. Rowena’s home was modest but had an aura of quiet power. It was an illusion, I knew—a way to remind every one of what she once was.K
Astrid’s POVThe sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Pack’s central courtyard. The faint scent of pine lingered in the air as laughter echoed from the grassy clearing near the training grounds. For the first time in what felt like weeks, I wasn’t caught up in Pack meetings, rogue threats, or endless strategy sessions. I could finally spend some time with my children at last. I missed them so much. Ryker and Elara darted around the clearing, their playful giggles warming the heavy ache in my chest. Ryker, now eight, was tall and quick, his movements already showing hints of the warrior he’d one day become. Elara, only four, struggled to keep up but refused to give in, her fierce determination reminding me so much of myself.“Elara, you’re supposed to tag me!” Ryker teased, effortlessly dodging her tiny hands.“I will, Ryker!” she declared, her little face scrunched in determination as she lunged at him.I couldn’t help but smile. For a moment, the world
Nova’s POVThe attic was darker and colder than I’d expected. Dust floated in the dim light that streamed through a cracked window, and the air carried the faint scent of cedar and time. This part of the Shadowfang Pack house had been sealed off for years—ever since Liora’s death.Drystan had given me permission to look through her things, but stepping into the space felt like crossing into sacred ground. Her scent was long gone, replaced by the mustiness of disuse, but I could still feel her presence here. Liora had always seemed larger than life, unbreakable, but here she was just a collection of forgotten memories, packed away in old boxes.I moved cautiously, my fingers trailing over the stacks of wooden crates and trunks. A soft creak from the floorboards behind me made me turn.“You don’t have to do this,” Drystan said, his voice low. He stood in the doorway, his face shadowed but his concern clear. “I can look through it if you want. You don’t need to carry this.”I shook m