(Soren)Dragging Hilda through the forest, I couldn't shake the image of her standing between me and Arlo, the look of betrayal on her face cutting deeper than any wound. My grip on her wrist was firm, my pace unyielding. The forest was thick with tension, every rustle of leaves a remainder of the chaos we had just left behind. I knew I had crossed a line by taking her, but there was no turning back now. She had to understand the danger she was in, even if it meant risking everything.The hidden cabin came into view, a small, unassuming structure nestled deep in the woods. I pushed the door open and pulled Hilda inside, releasing her wrist as she stumbled away from me. The cabin was quiet, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. It was a place of secrets and shadows, much like the feelings I had buried deep for far too long."What are you doing, Soren?" Hilda's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. Her eyes flashed with anger, and something else. Betrayal, maybe. It t
(Hilda)My lips still tingled from Soren's kiss, a mix of anger and desire swirling inside me. The small cabin felt like it was closing in, making everything even more intense. "I can't stay here," I said, my voice shaking. "You can't decide what's best for me." Soren's eyes were filled with determination and something else I couldn't name. "I won't let you get hurt," he said firmly. "Not by Arlo, not by anyone." "You don't get it," I snapped. "This isn't about Arlo. It's about you controlling me, thinking you know what's best." His jaw clenched. "Hilda, you don't understand the danger. Arlo is hiding something that could destroy us all." "Then let me decide!" I shouted. "I'm not a pawn in your game, Soren. I can take care of myself." He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "I won't lose you," he said in a low growl. "Not like this." His intensity made my heart pound with fear and something else—something I didn't want to admit. "You have to let me go," I whispered
(Arlo)The forest blurred around me as I raced through it, my heart pounding with anger and fear. Hilda had been taken by Soren, and I was frantic. Losing her was unimaginable. I had to get her back. Every breath was a struggle as I pushed myself through the underbrush. Hilda’s face, filled with pain and confusion, haunted me. I needed to find her, to prove I was the one who truly cared, that Soren was the real threat. I needed to save her. The scent trail was faint but unmistakable. I pushed harder, my muscles screaming in protest as I forced myself to move faster. The trees whipped past me, their branches clawing at my skin, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was finding Hilda before it was too late. Then, a voice cut through the chaos in my mind—it was my mother’s voice, cold and commanding. “Arlo, stop,” she ordered. I skidded to a halt, the shock of her voice hitting me like a slap. My mother’s presence in my mind was as imposing as ever. Her words felt like icy fingers
(Cerelia)The forest was alive with the sounds of the night, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. I moved swiftly, tracking Soren’s scent. It was faint but unmistakable, leading me deeper into the woods. My mind raced with thoughts of what I might find—of what I feared. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the ground. The air was thick with tension, and I couldn’t shake the sense of dread that hung over me like a dark cloud. I had to find Soren, had to confront him about what I knew—what I felt deep in my bones. Finally, I saw it: a small cabin nestled in the clearing, light seeping through the cracks of the wooden structure. My breath caught in my throat as I approached, every step weighted with the knowledge that nothing would be the same after this. I reached the door and hesitated, hand hovering over the worn wood. I could hear muffled voices inside—Soren’s low, rumbling tone and a softer, feminine voice I recognized too wel
(Arlo)I moved silently through the shadows. Every step felt heavy, burdened by the weight of the deal I’d made. It wasn’t as if I’d had a choice, but it felt wrong nonetheless. Cerelia’s trail was easy to follow. Her scent lingered in the air, mixed with the salt of fresh tears. She was upset, and she was alone. That made her vulnerable. I watched her storm away from the cabin. I heard her cry about Soren’s betrayal. It broke me, too. Soren’s betrayal was Hilda’s betrayal. But I didn’t blame her. Not entirely. She was his captive. She would do what she had to in order to stay alive. It was my job to keep her safe. I would keep her safe. I had made a deal, and now I had to follow through. The clearing ahead was bathed in light, and I saw her, standing by the edge of the trees. Her back was to me and she didn’t hear me approach, lost in her own thoughts and grief. I felt guilty. This wasn’t the first time I’d given someone over to my mother, and I doubted it would be the las
(Hilda)Morning came, and with it, the memory of the previous night. What we had done was horrible, undeniable, and fierce. It was betrayal. And it was all I could think about. I couldn’t meet his eyes as I pulled on my clothes, each movement filled with regret. I couldn’t get Cerelia’s hurting face out of my head. Soren had betrayed her. And I had betrayed Arlo. “You can’t just walk out,” Soren said, his voice raw from the night’s yelling. I paused but didn’t turn around. “You’re one to talk,” I said with a sarcastic laugh. “You’ve done the same.” Soren was silent, and that spoke louder than words. I packed my things as quickly as I could, then moved towards the door.“Hilda,” Soren stopped me. His tone was softer, but still laced with that stubborn edge. “What we did… what we’ve done… it’s wrong. But it doesn’t change the danger we’re in.” I turned to face him, and I let my emotions take control. I let myself be angry. Although most of my anger was toward myself. I had b
(Cerelia)I had felt him coming, in the forest. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him. I thought he was there for Hilda. But then he came for me. Soren’s words echoed in my mind as Arlo carried me. “Lilith is controlling Arlo. She’s dangerous, more dangerous than any of us realized. You have to be careful, Cerelia.” I had listened to him then. Carefully. I took in every word, every warning. I had prepared for it, too. Soren’s plan was to hide, to get Hilda and run. But I knew I needed to protect myself. And now, as Arlo carried me through the forest, his grip tight and unyielding, I knew it was time to act. The clearing appeared before us, bathed in an unnatural, cold light. Lilith appeared out of the forest and the shadows, and the sight of her made me nauseous. Her eyes were sharp, glinting like a predator as she locked onto mine. I felt her power ripple through the air, dark and frightening. But I was ready. Arlo’s hold on me tightened as if sensing my intentions. “C
(Hilda)We heard the screams first. And we felt it when the ground shook. It started as a rumble, but quickly grew. Soren’s head snapped up, his body tense. Without a word, we both rushed to the door, throwing it open and jumping outside. The ground beneath our feet shook so much we had to grab onto the side of the cabin for support. The scene outside was chaos. Pack members from Soren’s pack and Arlo’s were running to the clearing. Their faces were full of fear, and it made a chill run down my spine. “What the hell is going on?” I asked. “Nothing good.” “Soren!” A voice called out, and I turned to see one of the scouts sprinting towards us, his face pale. “It’s Cerelia and Arlo! They’re in the clearing, you need to come quick!” I made eye contact with Soren and we shared the same panicked, confused expression. Cerelia and Arlo… together? What could possibly have brought them to the clearing together, after everything? Soren didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my hand and pulled me int
AshThe streets smell like stale beer, piss, and cheap cigarettes. Fitting, really. This city wears its decay like a second skin. Worn thin in places, rotting in others. And I’m walking straight through its guts, trying to chase ghosts.The note’s still in my pocket. Crumpled now, but the words ring as loud as ever. He knows. I don’t like being watched. I like it even less when the person watching knows exactly who I am.Don’t even get me started on Tara. She's making this harder than it has to be, with her sharp wit, easy laughter and those big eyes that look at me like I’m not a monster. Like I could be more than who I am. It’s dangerously distracting.I find the people I’m looking for near the river, where the city hides its’ disrepute. There’s a makeshift fire burning in a metal drum and a few bundled-up figures huddled around it, trying to ward off the chill.I keep my hands where they can see them as I approach. Nobody around here trusts clean boots and a straight spine.“Ev
Tara When I wake, the first thing I notice is that the bed beside me is empty. The second is the faint, echoing thud of my heart as I remember what happened the night before.The words are still carved into my thoughts like they were burned there: He knows. Who knows? What exactly? And who dropped the note there? So smoothly that even my werewolf senses didn’t pick it up.I sit up slowly, my nerves tangled like a knotted necklace. Ash is pacing by the window, fully dressed in black again. I’m sure he knows how good the color looks on him.“Morning,” I croak. “Staring dramatically into the sunrise, or just brooding for fun?” He glances over his shoulder, eyes flicking to my face like he’s assessing me for damage. “A little of both.”“Did you sleep?” I ask, only to be met with a nonchalant shrug. “Beauty rest is for people without enemies.”I throw the blanket off and slide to the edge of the bed. My legs feel a little wobbly as I remember the look on his face last night once we were
TaraAmber smells like wealth and cigars, and I feel like a walking accident waiting to happen.I step into the lounge on Ash’s arm, wearing the red dress that hugs me in all the right places and exposes every ounce of self-doubt I possess. My heels click against the floor like gunshots. Heads turn. Ash smiles like he owns the place. I try not to trip."Chin up," he murmurs, guiding me further into the lounge. "You’re a queen, remember?""I feel like a cautionary tale." He chuckles low, the sound curling around my spine. “A very sexy cautionary tale.” I jab him in the ribs with my elbow. “Don’t make me spill out of this thing.”Ash orders another bottle of ridiculously expensive wineand leads us to the same table as last night. Already, I can feel eyes on me. "Showtime," Ash whispers, topping off my glass.I glance around the room, trying to find the man from last night—the one who watched me like he was memorizing every freckle. It doesn’t take long. He’s seated at the bar this time,
Tara The sun creeps through the motel blinds like it’s got something to be smug about. I squint against the glare, the cotton in my mouth reminding me that maybe two glasses of wine, drunk at speed, were a tactical error.My head’s not splitting, but it’s definitely letting me know I made bad choices last night. Ash isn’t in the room.He waltzes in as if on cue, looking infuriatingly perfect. Crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, hair tousled in a way that’s definitely on purpose. He carries a bag in one hand, coffee in the other."You drool when you sleep," he says, placing a cup on the nightstand beside me. "I do not,” I argue. "You do. Adorably, I might add. Like a baby dragon."I sit up, snatch the coffee, and take a sip. Milk, no sugar. He knows how I take it, which should not make me feel all glowy."What’s in the bag?" He grins, wicked and self-satisfied, and holds it up with a flourish. "Your costume for tonight’s return engagement."I take it with more suspicion t
AshThe wine bottle is empty and Tara’s cheeks are glowing like she’s been kissed by the sun. She’s blinking slowly, caught between tipsy and overwhelmed, and I decide that’s our cue.I stand without preamble, smiling suavely at our companions. "We should be heading out," I say with a smile that toes the line between polite and possessive. "My sister isn’t used to these late nights."Tara’s eyes go wide, the perfect doe-in-headlights look, and I almost laugh. The table protests in a flurry of disappointed sighs and offers of more drinks. One man in particular looks personally offended that she’s leaving before he’s managed to charm the dress off her.She waves a hand, pink in the face. "I’m just not much of a drinker," she says apologetically, which is technically true, though I’d categorize her performance tonight as impressively reckless."We may stop by again tomorrow," I offer smoothly. I make sure to catch the eye of the man who’s been lurking at the edge of the crowd. He’s the q
TaraThe moment we step into Amber’s, every instinct I have goes on high alert. It's subtle, but unmistakable, a lull in conversation, the way heads pivot just a fraction too long. I feel eyes on us, and not in a friendly, welcome-to-the-neighborhood kind of way.Ash, of course, looks like he belongs on the cover of some luxury lifestyle magazine. Effortless. Debauched. Smug. The smirk he slides across the room is pure velvet, the kind that says, I own this place, you just don’t know it yet.“Relax, little dove,” he murmurs, brushing close enough that his breath grazes my ear. “You look like someone’s about to stab you.”“Maybe because that’s entirely possible,” I whisper back, eyes scanning the room. He chuckles, a low, dark sound that has no business being this comforting, and wraps his arm loosely around my waist.“Just lean into it,” he says smoothly. “You look like a queen, now act like it.”Easy for him to say. The room is a cocoon of decadence. Leather chairs that look too expe
AshThe sun is barely up when I jostle Tara awake, grinning as she groans and buries her face in the pillow. "Get up. We’ve got things to do."She swats at me blindly. "You’re insufferable. It’s too early. Go away." I chuckle, pulling the blanket off her. "Nonsense. It’s the perfect time to go shopping." That gets her attention. She lifts her head, bleary-eyed and scowling. "We don’t have money to waste and you don’t need more clothes."I wave a dismissive hand. "It’s not wasting, it’s investing and we’re going shopping for you. If we’re going to Amber’s tonight, you need to look the part. There’s nothing in your pack that would pass muster at an upmarket establishment. Or anywhere else for that matter. Your clothes should be deemed a crime against fashion."Tara groans, flopping back onto the bed. "Shouldn’t you have a hangover? It’s unnatural to have drunk as much whiskey as you did last night and not suffer for it.""It’s because I was made for debauchery," I say with a smirk. "My
SorenCerelia lies beneath me, her golden hair fanned out across the pillows, her blue eyes heavy-lidded with anticipation. She’s breathtaking, and for a moment I just gaze at her, memorizing the way she looks at me.Want curls through me and I lean over to kiss her. “I have the loveliest mate in the world,” I murmur. She smiles softly, “I think you’re probably a little biased,” she teases.I dip my head to trail kisses down her neck, nuzzling her soft skin and drinking in the sighs of pleasure she offers me in return. My lips slowly trail along her collarbone, while my hands skim down her sides, thumbs brushing along the swell of her breasts. She hums in response, her hands sliding up my back, fingertips tracing the lines of my muscles.Everything about her is gentle and warm and my body responds to every soft sigh and tremor. Her hands frame my face, guiding me into a kiss that’s both sweet and deep, filled with the promise of forever.When we break apart, her gaze locks onto mine,
CereliaThe morning sun filters through the trees, golden streaks painting the forest floor as Scarlett tugs eagerly at my hand. “Come on, Auntie Cerelia! We have to go this way.” Her little feet dance across the mossy ground as she leads me toward the creek.I chuckle, letting her take the lead. As we walk, she chatters non-stop, her small hands waving expressively as words tumble from her mouth.“Did you know Daddy sleeps like a starfish? Mommy says he takes up the whole bed, but he says it’s because he has to be prepared for danger at all times.” She pauses, eyes thoughtful. “But I don’t think that’s true because I poked him the other night, and he didn’t move at all.”I laugh. “Maybe he was too tired to be on high alert.” Scarlett shrugs. “Maybe. Mommy woke up though and took me back to bed. She said I should let the poor man rest. One female in the house sapping his energy is enough.”I laugh softly, “I guess she’s right.” Scarlett nods, “Mommy can be bossy,” she shares, giving m