No wonder why Nova was willing to do everything for Drystan. She is secretly in love with him just like how Drystan is secretly in love with Astrid.
Drystan’s POVAs I found myself unable to hold back the flood of my emotions, Nova held me close, whispering soothing words from time to time, and didn’t stop rubbing gentle circles on my shoulder. Suddenly, our solemn silence was shattered when a Pack Warrior arrived in a rush, chasing his breath with an alarmed look on his face. I instantly straightened myself and turned my head away from him as I wiped away my tears before he could realize that I was crying. “Alpha!” He called out with breath coming in ragged gasps. I cleared my throat, and I sniffed my tears away as I faced him with a blank stare despite my swollen eyes giving away my tears. “What?” I asked him coldly as I waited for the urgent matter he had to report. “Beta Caden spoke to me through the Pack link and ordered me to deliver his news to you,” he spoke, ignoring my swollen eyes after his gaze flitted there for a moment before he removed his gaze and lowered his head to act like he did not notice it.
Drystan’s POV‘Is this really the Shadowfang Pack?’ I asked myself within my thoughts as I stared at the vast forest with the Shadowfang Pack guards patrolling the area. Although I have never been in the Shadowfang Pack before, I’ve heard rumors of what the infamous Shadowfang Pack looked like. It was no secret that the Shadowfang Pack is medically and technologically advance. With their rare metals and their abundant natural resources, they have become the richest Pack among all of us which made me expect something more from them.In my head I was thinking of elaborate systems of holographic projectors and advance camouflage systems to protect their Pack like something that came out of a futuristic science fiction novel. The rumors also said that the Shadowfang Pack has a stunning blend of organic and technological elements. They have curving structures made of unique ebony-hued metal called Luminite and a sprawling network of state of the art treatment facilities, research laborat
Drystan’s POVMy jaw just fell open when I saw the vast scenery in front of us. I shouldn’t have judged the Shadowfang Pack too early. The sprawling cottages earlier had deceived us into thinking that the Shadowfang Pack would be nothing like I had expected. The Shadowfang Pack is a highly secretive and isolated community that resides deep within the treacherous Shadowfang mountains, which are famous for their lore and historical landmarks. It was said that the Shadowfang mountains protected the Shadowfang Pack. Many rogues and Packs had tried to colonize or attack them before, but because of their tall mountains, all their exploits only led to a failure.The Shadowfang mountains are two tall triangular mountains that are glued together like a curved wall, concaving the Pack with a beautiful silver lake in the middle.The view is breathtaking, not to mention the sprawling subterranean city carved directly into the mountainside.I can’t imagine what they would look like at night with
Drystan’s POVI swallowed hard as Beta Alex ushered Nova and me into Astrid’s dimly lit quarters. My nose twitched slightly when the heavy scent of medicinal herbs entered my nostrils. The air inside the room is thick with the scent of medicine and tense anticipation. As I entered inside, my gaze fell upon Astrid, her lithe form motionless upon a specialized treatment cot, surrounded by a flurry of white-clad physicians tending to her with solemn concentration. Astrid’s clothes are also changed into a white hospital robe. She looked pale and fragile inside the glass, a sign of how her life was slowly seeping out of her. Nova gasped softly beside me, her delicate features etched with concern as she took in the scene before us. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly running dry. Different emotions churned within me: fear, worry, and no small measure of guilt. It’s my fault that Astrid is fighting for her life. I should be the one lying in that bed, not her. Because of me, she had los
Drystan’s POV“Drystan?” Alpha Theron spoke my name unsurely, his brows pinched together as he studied me. I lowered my head in submission and reverence for him. I’m not sure what he feels about seeing me. I feel happy to see him after so many years. Of course, it might not be the same for him. It’s not like I had anything to be proud of. He might find it embarrassing to let anyone know that he used to be friends with a loser like me, a man who calls himself an Alpha of a falling Pack. “It’s really you!” Alpha Theron’s tone turned excited when he spoke his next words, which surprised me. I abruptly lifted my chin as I looked at him in surprise. I watched as he took confident strides towards me, and suddenly, he just wrapped his arm around me and hugged me. “It’s so good to see you again!” Alpha Theron spoke with a huge smile on his face. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes deepened. Still caught in surprise, I forced a smile and hugged him back while my heart pounded rap
Drystan’s POV“Miss, this elixir that you speak of—“ The Doctor was about to answer Nova’s question, but he stopped himself when Theron spoke on top of him. “What do you wish to know about the Lunar Elixir?” Theron asked Nova calmly. “Actually, Astrid had already seen a doctor before to find out what was wrong with her wolf. The doctor said that it was some rare disease that afflicted her wolf, and only the Lunar Elixir could cure her,” Nova replied. “A rare disease, you say? Don’t worry, there’s no disease that our Pack cannot cure,” Theron answered. “Please forgive me for speaking once again. Astrid’s illness is not normal, and only the Lunar Elixir could cure her. If she doesn’t get cured soon, she might die,” Nova spoke with her head bowed down. “You ignorant fool!” A loud voice filled the room, making our heads turn to where the voice came from. We watched as a woman wearing a physician’s uniform entered the room with a scowl on her face. “The Lunar Elixir is our Pac
Drystan’s POVI shook my head as I slowly approached Astrid. Tears threatened to come out of the back of my eyes, but I fought them back as I stared at Astrid’s limp body. I wanted to hold her hand, but I couldn’t. A glass stopped me from touching her, so I could only place my hand on top of the glass. “Asha, you are the best physician in our Pack. Surely, you know a way how to cure her,” Theron insisted. Asha sighed. “Forgive me, Father, but the only way we could help Astrid’s wolf is by curing the root of her disease, which we had no idea about. We can continue giving her medicine if you want, but her body would only slowly gain resistance to it, and we will have to add more dosage. Astrid’s body would only become dependent on medicine if we did that. It will only make her health deteriorate faster and lessen her rate of survival. The only way I could think of in saving her is by focusing on her human self more. There’s nothing else I could do to help her wolf,” Asha spoke in a
Drystan’s POVMy attention turned to Theron as I waited for him to answer his daughter’s question. I was so desperate for help and to save Astrid’s life that I didn’t even question the motive behind Theron’s kindness. I was just glad that he was there to help us, without even knowing what this could possibly mean for us. Why exactly is Theron so willing to help us?My eyes brimmed with a mixture of anticipation and unease as I waited for his answer. The weight of Asha’s question hung in the air, demanding an answer from her father. Theron, his face blank with any emotions, paused for a moment, the seconds ticking by like the steady beat of a drum.“Do you even know her, father? I can understand why you are willing to help her because Alpha Drystan is your friend, but why would you use the Pack’s sacred treasure for her?” Asha asked again, forcing her father to break his silence. “Are you questioning my decision and my authority, Asha?” Theron asked his daughter coldly, his eyes na
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