Later that evening, I found myself pacing around my small apartment, my mind racing with everything that had happened. My conversation with Mia earlier hadn’t exactly calmed me down. She had been supportive as always, but there was something in her eyes, a mix of worry and curiosity that made me even more restless. I knew she had questions about what happened with Cassandra, but I didn't have any answers. At least not any that made sense.I decided I needed some fresh air. Maybe the woods would help clear my head. I grabbed my side bag, packed with an extra set of clothes, just in case. I’d been trying to master my shift lately, and it wouldn’t hurt to give it another go. The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the trees as I made my way deeper into the woods. The familiar scent of pine and earth surrounded me, usually soothing, but tonight it only added to my agitation. I found a small clearing and dropped my bag on the ground. “Come on, Emily,” I muttered to myself, tryi
Rollin's POV After everything that had happened between us in the woods, I carefully picked Emily up in my arms, cradling her close as I carried her back to her place. Her breathing was steady, her body relaxed and warm against mine, completely at peace after our mating. I felt a deep, instinctual satisfaction knowing that she was mine, and I would do anything to protect her. The night was quiet as I walked through the trees, the only sound being the rustle of leaves beneath my feet and the soft sighs Emily made as she slept. I was mindful of her every movement, ensuring that she was as comfortable as possible. It felt right, carrying her like this—like she belonged in my arms. When we finally reached her quarters, I gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, moving quietly so as not to disturb her sleep. I laid her down on the bed, carefully pulling the blanket over her. She stirred slightly, her fingers twitching as if reaching for me even in her sleep. The sight brought a t
Rollins' POVThe next morning, I woke up early, my mind already weighed down by the meeting I knew I had to face. I left my quarters and headed straight to the council room where the elders were waiting for me. As I entered, their stern expressions did nothing to ease the knot of tension in my chest."Alpha Rollins," Elder Gray spoke first, his voice as unyielding as the stone walls that surrounded us. "We’ve discussed the matter concerning Emily."I remained standing, my hands clasped behind my back. "And?"Elder Gray exchanged glances with the others before continuing. "Despite the circumstances, the rules are clear. The Luna was harmed, and the punishment must be administered."My jaw tightened. "You know as well as I do that Cassandra provoked her. Emily was defending herself."Elder Maren, the oldest among them, shook her head slowly. "It doesn’t matter, Rollins. The law is the law. If we make exceptions, it undermines the authority of the pack."I leaned forward slightly, my voi
Rollins' POV I paused... I looked at Cassandra, who was seated with a smug expression, clearly expecting a judgment that would favor her. But I had a different plan in mind. “Cassandra,” I called out, my voice commanding attention. “Step forward.” Cassandra’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly masked it as she stood and approached me. There was an air of anticipation among the pack, everyone waiting to see what I would do next. As she stood before me, I reached out and took her arm. She stiffened slightly, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Rollins, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with unease. Ignoring her question, I began to unravel the bandage wrapped around her forearm. The room fell into a hush, the only sound being the soft rustle of the fabric as I unwound it. Cassandra glanced at the elders, a flicker of panic in her eyes, but I continued, my movements deliberate. The elders exchanged glances, clearly confused and starting to grow conc
As the weight of my decision settled over the room, I turned to the gathered pack members and elders. “This gathering is dismissed,” I announced. “We’ll discuss the necessary changes in the days to come.” The tension in the air was palpable as everyone began to disperse, murmuring among themselves. Emily was among those leaving, her steps hesitant as she made her way toward the exit. Our eyes met briefly, a silent exchange of emotions passing between us, confusion, fear, but also an undeniable connection. I wanted to go to her, to explain everything, but I knew I had to finish this conversation with the elders first. As the room emptied, the elders remained, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. Elder Marc was the first to speak. “Alpha Rollins, you’ve made a bold decision. While we will support you, you must understand the implications. The pack will need time to adjust, and there will be questions about the future, about Emily, and about t
Emily's POV Everything felt like a blur. One moment, I was a nobody in the pack, rejected and alone, and now, I was the Luna. It was overwhelming, but as I stood in front of Rollins, the weight of it all seemed to disappear. His eyes were locked on mine, filled with an intensity that made my heart race. When he returned from his meeting with Liam, I could see the worry in his eyes, but when he looked at me, it softened. “Come with me,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. We walked in silence to the quarters, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Once inside, I couldn’t help but ask, “Is everything okay?” Rollins turned to me, his gaze intense and filled with emotion. “All that matters to me right now is you, Emily,” he said softly, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. His hands moved to my back, finding the zipper of my gown and slowly pulling it d
I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree, expecting to see the black wolf still there. But instead, a tall, muscular man stood in its place, his chest heaving as if he had just shifted. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized him. “Emily?” His voice was full of shock, his eyes wide as he took in my appearance. “You’re… you’re a white wolf? How are you here?” It was Alpha Marcus. The man who had rejected me as his Luna now stood before me, looking more surprised than I had ever seen him. I was speechless, my mind racing to process the situation. The last person I expected to encounter in these woods was him. Before I could find the words to respond, a familiar voice called out from behind me, authoritative and steady. “Alpha Marcus, I see you’ve met Emily, my Luna.” I turned to see Alpha Rollins approaching, his presence immediately commanding the attention of both Marcus and me. His tone was casual, but there was an underlying intensity as he looked betwee
Rollins's POV After my conversation with Emily, my mind was in turmoil. Her revelation about her dreams and the color of her wolf had shaken me more than I wanted to admit. There was something about it that felt deeply unsettling, like a storm brewing on the horizon. I needed time to think, to figure out what this all meant, and I needed advice from someone I trusted. I told Emily to keep what she had shared to herself for now. “Don’t mention this to anyone,” I said, my voice firmer than I intended. “Not until we understand what’s happening.” She nodded, her eyes filled with concern. “It's alright, Rollins. I won’t.” I left her in the room, her presence lingering in the air as I made my way to the place I often went when I needed to clear my head our pack’s strategy room. A space where the highest-ranking members of the pack would meet to discuss matters of importance. The room was dimly lit, with maps and plans scattered across a large wooden table. It was a place for decisio
Marcus’s words lingered long after he walked away. “There are things you don’t understand yet.” What could he possibly know about my powers or my heritage that I didn’t? It gnawed at me as I paced back and forth in the clearing, the cool evening air doing little to calm the storm inside. Rollins had left to handle pack business, leaving me alone with my thoughts—a dangerous thing, given the weight of what had just transpired. I couldn’t get Marcus out of my head. His offer to train me, the intensity in his eyes, and his cryptic words—it all pointed to something more. Something he was holding back. And I hated that. I hated the feeling of not being in control, of not knowing the full picture. I needed answers. Now. The night air was cool as I stepped into Shadowcrest territory, my heart pounding in my chest. The memories of rejection and humiliation haunted every step I took. Bu
Emily’s POV: My breath hitched as Liam’s words sank in. The weight of them felt like a boulder crashing onto my chest. “Everett…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “No…” I had never met him, but Mia had told me enough. Everett had been loyal to Cassandra, a part of her schemes. He wasn’t innocent, but still… I killed him. I stared down at my hands again, my fingers trembling. How could something that came from me, something that I couldn’t control, take someone’s life? I felt Rollins step closer, his warmth trying to soothe me, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the dread growing inside me. "Emily," Liam's voice was soft, but there was something uneasy in his tone. "He wasn't one of us. Everett's betrayal... he deserved what came to him. But still, this power you have..." I swallowed hard, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to kill anyone.” Rollins took my hand, his grip firm but gentle. “You didn’t know, Emily. You were trying to
Marcus's POV The moment Emily’s power surged through me, I expected agony. But instead, the pain that had once gripped my body began to fade. My wounds, which had seemed so severe, were closing, the skin knitting itself back together as though the injury had never existed. I could feel it her power, coursing through me, not as an attack but as something else entirely. Healing. As Leon and the others helped me back to our territory, I was already standing on my own, walking steadily beside them. They exchanged glances, clearly puzzled by my sudden recovery, but no one dared say a word. When we arrived back at the pack, the others stared in silence, their eyes wide with both relief and uncertainty. I could feel their confusion their Alpha had returned, seemingly unscathed, but something had shifted. It wasn’t just the wound that had healed; there was a palpable tension in the air, a sense that everything had changed the moment Emily had intervened. Leon was the first to break the si
“Emily, please!” Rollins’ voice cut through the haze, and I turned to look at him, my vision still glowing with that blinding white light. His eyes were filled with fear not of me, but for me. “You’re stronger than this. You can control it.” His words pierced through the madness, and for a brief moment, I hesitated. The light flickered, and I felt the power waver within me. But it wasn’t enough. The rage was still there, threatening to consume everything in its path. “Emily, I need you,” Rollins whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you.” Something in his words reached me, cutting through the storm of emotions that had taken over. Slowly, painfully, I began to pull the power back, forcing it to retreat into the depths of my soul. The light dimmed, the dome shrinking until it finally vanished, leaving nothing but silence. I collapsed into Rollins’ arms, my body shaking with the effort of containing the power. He held me close, his grip tight as if he was afraid I might
As I stood there, catching my breath, the reality of what had just happened hit me. The pack was under attack, and Cassandra had betrayed us. I needed to find Rollins and warn him about Cassandra. I shifted back into my human form, not caring about the blood or the scratches that marred my skin. Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting to Rollins and stopping this attack before it destroyed everything we had fought to protect.I sprinted back towards the pack house, my heart pounding in my chest. The sounds of fighting were already filling the air—growls, howls, and the clash of wolves. The other forces were attacking, and they had the advantage of surprise.As I reached the main clearing, I saw pack members rushing to defend our territory. Panic and fear were etched on their faces, but they fought valiantly. I needed to find Rollins, he had to know about Cassandra’s betrayal, and we had to stop this before it was too late.I spotted him near the center of the chaos, issu
Emily's POVAfter what felt like hours, I finally heard the sound of the door creaking open. Rollins stepped into our room. Relief flooded me at the sight of him, but it was quickly followed by a pang of anxiety. Whatever he had discovered at the archives, it wasn’t good. “Rollins,” I said softly, standing from where I had been sitting by the window. “What did you find?” He looked at me for a long moment before finally speaking. “Emily, there’s something you need to know about your powers, about who you are.” My heart raced as I took a step closer to him, searching his face for answers. “What do you mean?” He hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “You’re not just a white wolf, Emily Ravens. You’re part of a rare Royal lineage, one that was believed to be extinct. Your powers… they’re tied to something ancient, something that could either protect us or…” He trailed off, his voice thick with concern. “Or what?” I pressed, fear gripping my heart. “Or destroy everything,” h
Rollins's POV The journey to the archives was longer than I anticipated, the path winding through dense forests and rugged terrain. The further we went, the more I realized just how isolated and remote this part of Alpha Marcus’s territory was. It was as if the archives were deliberately hidden away, far from prying eyes. As we traveled, I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of unease. This wasn’t just about uncovering Emily’s past anymore. It was about understanding the secrets that had been kept from her and possibly, the secrets Marcus was still keeping. His silence about their history only added to my suspicions. What else wasn’t he telling us? The landscape gradually shifted, the trees growing thicker, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out most of the sunlight. The air grew cooler, and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves. *** We met an Elder. He was tall and lean, with sharp eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. His hair was streaked with
The following morning, I was at the training grounds with Liam, the training ground only for high ranked wolves, as Rollins had instructed. Liam was patient but relentless, pushing me to the limits of my abilities. Every punch, every kick, every maneuver was meant to bring me closer to controlling the strange power that now coursed through me. But as I trained, my mind kept drifting back to Marcus and the archives. What secrets were hidden there? And more importantly, could I trust him to help me uncover them? “Focus, Emily!” Liam’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. “Sorry,” I muttered, shaking off my distraction. Liam gave me a knowing look. “You’re distracted. Whatever’s on your mind, it won’t help you here. You need to concentrate.” I nodded, trying to push everything else aside. But just as I threw another punch, I felt it, the familiar tingling sensation in the back of my mind again, the one that signaled the awakening of my power. My wolf s
Marcus glanced at Rollins, then back at me. “There are ancient texts, hidden in the old pack archives at my place. The answers you need might be in there.” Relief washed over me at the mention of answers, but a nagging doubt gnawed at the back of my mind. Why was Marcus helping me? Why hadn't he mentioned our past? The memory of his rejection was still fresh, and yet here he was, offering his assistance without a hint of acknowledgment. I glanced at Rollins, whose expression was a mask of determination. He trusted Marcus, or at least he was willing to, for my sake. But I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than what Marcus was letting on. “Why are you helping me?” I blurted out, unable to keep the question from escaping. Marcus’s eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite place guilt, perhaps, or something deeper. “Because it’s the right thing to do,” he said, his voice steady, but it felt rehearsed, like he had already prepared this answer. I didn’t believ