Rhys' POV.. After Tito left, the palace appeared colder and darker. The image of his damaged eyes stayed with me, along with the pain in his words. The suffering and treachery felt like a vice surrounding me.Lost in my thoughts, my mind whirling from the events of the evening, I wandered the poorly lit halls. Tito's face flashed in my head as I rounded a bend, the way he had stared at me with incredulity and grief. My heart hammered, guilt and rage seething inside me.I had to clear my thoughts and find some sort of control amidst the turmoil I had caused. Then I heard a freezing noise, soft and muted like the scrape of a sword against stone. I whirled around, instincts driving me forward. At the end of the hall, I caught sight of Tito's shadow.Panic tore through me. Could he have come back? Was this some kind of sick joke? I grabbed the sharp knife I always carried at hand in a flash of pure panic and desperation. As I approached the shadow, my breath came quick and jagged. I rais
The only sound accompanying me as I strolled across the Bluemoon pack's home was the echo of my feet on the chilly marble flooring. The seniors had called me, and every step seemed weightier than the next. I knew they were unhappy with me; their annoyance had been growing. My attempts to get Felza back and my recent behaviour had not only stoked their mistrust but also spawned rumours about my possible overthrow. The meeting room was tight, a far cry from the normal friendliness I knew in my own pack. Seated in a semicircle, the elderly had austere, uncompromising looks. Their keen, penetrating looks followed me as I came in. "Rhys," Elder Noran remarked, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to weigh many millennia. "You have been called here because of mounting questions about your leadership and recent behaviour." Breathing deeply, I tried to calm my nerves. "I understand," my voice calm. "I am doing everything I can to correct mistakes I know I have made." Often the most vocifer
Gloria POV. After the roasting had subsided, and the air was eerily silent. Glancing at Rhys, who stood motionless, his face set in hard lines, my heart was thumping. Something about that sound had unnerved him, even though he was typically powerful and in charge. His eyes narrowed as if they were attempting to break through the darkness outside, and his jaw tightened—I could see it. I shifted nervously, feeling as though everything was bearing down on me. Already, the impending battle with Marcus loomed large over us, a confrontation that might turn everything around. And suddenly there was this weird, unnerving sound, like a dreadful omen. Rhys looked at Damien and Eric, who were also tense. With a strong and low voice, he stated, "We need to figure out what that was." "We can't afford to ignore it if it's related to Marcus." They nodded, but I felt a wave of panic come over me as they started to depart. Rhys needed to be distracted, so I had to keep him close. I couldn't allow a
Rhys POV. I was pacing my quarters, mulling about everything. Based on Elder Davis's tenacity in trying to call off the war, I felt the seniors were organising something. He had never been one to back down from a disagreement, hence his sudden change of heart unnerved me. The man was hiding something, hence I was not going to ignore that. Elder Davis lost my trust, and that was a mistake on his behalf. You couldn afford to start to lose faith in my surroundings. Stopped pacing, I looked out the window with hands balled into fists. The pack's future was in jeopardy, and I couldn't let anyone discredit all I had laboriously gone to accomplish—not even Davis. One heard a door knock. I yelled out, staring towards the dark forest that surrounded our house. " Come in." Eric came in and softly closed the door behind him. " You wanted to see me, Rhys?" I turned to face him, a sharp grimace on my lips. "Davis is currently a major problem." Eric arched an eyebrow and stepped forward. "I fe
Rhys’ POV. Quietly and peacefully, I stood in my quarters and looked out over the pack's territory; the night air was heavy with anxiety. The moon was low in the sky, giving the surroundings a spooky glow. I was aware that the choices I had made today would affect our pack's destinyThere was no room for failure as the enemies to our pack was closer now more than ever. Cench and Pamel had jumped right into their task. They started their preparations a few hours after our encounter. They were the ideal leaders I required because of their silent strength; they would protect our pack and neutralise any dangers before they could get to our door. Eric had informed me of their developments. I was informed of every action they took and every new hire they brought on board. Word quickly got out among the wolves that a new assassination gang dedicated just to me and our cause was emerging. Whispers, anxiety, and anticipation filled the group. By morning on the second day, Cench and Pamel h
Eric’s POV. some of the things that had transpired between Rhys and the Elders had leaked and some of the people of the clan where beginning to discuss the issue as trivialities. This made me feel pissed and spiteful as I couldn’t stand having my masters name and repute discussed by commoners as mere trivialities. As I stood close to the main hall door, attempting to interpret the increasing discomfort among the pack, I heard Marcus's haughty and conceited voice. I froze, listening to him spew hateful comments in a tone full of derision and contempt. "Rhys is nothing but a coward!" Marcus bellowed, his voice like a blade piercing the darkness. “Too feeble, too brittle to confront me. Being aware of his incapacity to face a genuine challenge, he retreats behind his ostensibly 'loyal' supporters.” Marcus spat. “ Not to mention his two tiny "hoes," Gloria and Felza. He's only useful for having them by his side to stroke his wounded pride." Marcus went on to trash Rhys until my blood
Eric’s POV. When we got to Rhys location, we explained all that we where encountering and he decides on our next course of actions. It seemed Rhys had fought a thousand wars from the confidence he portrays and emotionlessness on his face. Tension permeated the air as we headed under darkness towards Marcus's estate. While the other three assassins—Keno, Brant, and Saul—trailed behind, their motions quiet but lethal, Pamel strolled next to me, his eyes sharp and concentrated. The scheme was straightforward but brutal: attack Marcus's family to leave an indelible scar he would never forget. But I felt the weight of what we were going to do more the closer we got. We arrived at the outside edge and slid past the security with trained simplicity. Though Marcus had a sizable estate, we knew just where to go for our targets. Nestled at the rear and encircled by huge, gnarled trees creating lengthy shadows in the dark, was the house his mother and sister inhabited. Just before we arrive
Eric’s POV. The following morning after the incident felt eerily serene, the sort of serenity that caused the hairs on my rear of the neck to rise up. Though the sun was just starting to rise and the castle grounds was covered in a faint glow, the coolness in the air was obvious. I hadn't slept a wink; my thoughts kept repeating the events of the previous evening. It tormented me the sound of broken bones and the sight of blood gathering on the floor. I heard the disturbance while in the courtyard attempting to clear my brain. Near the castle gates, a small gathering had assembled; their whispers got louder every second. I initially couldn't understand what they were saying, but then I heard it—a name whispered among them, a word that made my blood stop. Good. My heart thumping in my chest, I shoved my way through the throng. She was doing what exactly here? She was with Marcus, so I knew, but to show up like this thus shortly following the attack? It lacked logic. When I got to
Felza pov... It was too quiet at night. It hurt my chest when I sneaked out of the camp and left the safety of the pack behind. I knew that what I was doing was dangerous. Rhys would be mad if he knew I was leaving without him to meet Adira, but I had to do it right away. I needed to know why there was going to be war. As I went deeper into the forest, the trees grew closer to me. Long, creepy shadows were cast by the moonlight that barely touched the ground. I could feel how heavy the trees were against me, but I was determined to keep going. Even with everything going on, I had to think that there was still a chance to stop the killing before it started. Fear was beating through my body, but I couldn't show it. I finally got to the clearing where we had agreed to meet. There was a lot of stress in the air, and I could smell dirt and pine. As I looked around, my heart rate went up with each second. At least for now, I was by myself. I heard a rustle in the woods and turned my at
I heard soft rustle outside our den just as the light was beginning to come on. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat up and hugged the blanket closer. Last night's conversation with Axel still weighed on me like a cloud, and I couldn't get rid of the stress that was running through me. Luna turned around next to me and made a fist with her small hand. I smiled even though worry was making me feel bad. She was perfect, a tribute to the hope we had fought so hard to protect. It kept coming back to me that Axel was being careful. Sebastian was missing something, and I knew that our unity was in danger. Rhys walked up to me and put his arm around my waist to protect me. He said, "You're awake early," but his voice was heavy with sleep. I agreed and bit my lip. What Axel said kept going through my mind. "Are you really sure Sebastian is still a threat?" Rhys sat up, and his face was stiff. Dear Felza, we can't rule out the chance. Today isn't about him, though. We should pay attention
Setting his hand on my shoulder, he remarked, "Felza, you're doing great." "Do you estimate it would take this long?" As I asked, my voice shook. Every day I felt as though waves were constantly crashing over me. They were relentless and robust. He said, "It's normal," even though I could sense panic in his eyes. "Just exhale deeply." The air was charged with expectation. After all the upheaval with Sebastian and Lisa, it felt as though a thin thread was holding our future together at this time. Following all our group had gone through, a fresh life was just about to begin. It pointed to renewal and hope. Suddenly I felt a larger and more forceful wave. "Rhys! I gasped and seized his hand. "Something is happening!" His Alpha reflexes started and he moved right away. "All right, hold back." "I'll get the healer." "Please never leave me!" I cried out terrified. The agony was so severe that I needed him close-by. "I won't," he responded, his voice steady despite its significance. "Ri
The days after Lisa's shocking disclosure whirled with mixed feelings and planning. Uncertainty hovered in the air like a dense cloud as the Bluemoon Pack started to heal. Already we had lost so much; all I could hope was that we wouldn't have to lose more. One afternoon Rhys remarked, "Felza, we need to talk," dragging me away in the clearing. His eyes were austere, and my heart started to speed. That was a heavy talk, and I started to prepare. About what? Trying to keep my voice calm, I asked. "About us," he said, raking a hand through his hair, a sign I knew indicated he was anxious. " About the baby." I nodded, the image of our child overwhelming me with a mixture of delight and fear. "What would you want to say?" His determined voice added, "I want us to be stronger together." Though I understand things have been difficult, I want to repair what we lost. Do you truly believe we can? I bit my lip and asked. "After all the suffering... all the pain?" Rhys moved forward and gra
Tension filled the air as I stood among the wreckage of our fight. The woods, which used to bring happiness and safety, look heavy with loss. Sebastian was not there, but his shadow stayed with my pack. When I looked around, I could tell their eyes were tired. Even though it cost a lot, we made it through. His voice was low and tense as he said, "Felza, we need to keep moving." I could feel his stress as I looked at the broken pieces of our fight. We can't keep thinking about what we've lost. "I know," I said, getting my strength together. But it hurts to see everyone act this way. I waved to the other people in our pack. Their faces were worn with sadness and weariness. Rhys walked over and put a soft hand on my shoulder to comfort me. We will rebuild. That's the way we need to think. His words should have made me feel better, but doubt danced in my chest like a candle spark. "What if we couldn't?" It was whispers from me, and my voice was shaking. "What if we cannot go on?" He
Rhys's Victory The ground was chaos, with lots of fur and claws moving around. I felt my heart race as I watched Rhys and Sebastian fight. The tension in the air cracked like a live wire. I could hear every snarl and growl along with the fights going on around me. However, all I could think about was Rhys, who was tall and mean, facing the danger that was hovering above us. "El Felza, stay back!" Rhys yelled, and his voice was rough and strong. I could see how hard he was trying to stay calm, but I couldn't just stand there. Not now. Not when he needs me. "No!" I yelled back, and my voice was loud enough to be heard over the noise. "I refuse to let you face him by yourself!" Sebastian laughed in a nasty way, and his eyes were filled with disgust. "Look at you, Rhys" . So eager to protect your pack, but everyone else is weak. You can't win! At that moment, something inside me broke. I couldn't let Sebastian get to him; he was poisoning Rhys's mind. I pushed through the chaos with
There's war coming As I stood next to Rhys, my heart was racing and the air was heavy with hope. The cries of Sebastian's warriors could be heard across the valley, a sobering warning that the battle was about to begin. I looked at Rhys. His eyes were fixed and his jaw was tight. He was the Alpha, even though I could feel the divide of the pack coming down on him. "Felza, stay close," he told her in a quiet but firm voice. I could hear the worry that was hidden under his strength—the worry that he would lose me and our child—in his words. I said, "I will," but fear was getting tight in my stomach. I felt so small and weak, especially since I was pregnant. I really wanted to be free, but the thought of fighting Sebastian's troops scared me to death. As the group got ready for the meeting, I saw them split into two groups: those who were dedicated to Rhys and those who were talking about how he had let Lisa into our lives. Rhys was doing his best, but it looked like nothing was good
The Pack's Split From the edge of the training area, I could see the Bluemoon Pack getting ready for an emergency meeting. My stomach sagged from fear and worry as my heart pounded in my chest. The shadows of doubt were like a storm cloud over us. They were dark and scary. The bonds of trust were fraying like old rope in our pack, and Lisa was now leaning on Sebastian. I could tell Rhys was working hard because he was in front of everyone else. His tall frame gave off an air of strength. His green eyes, which are usually sharp and demanding, looked cloudy with doubt all of a sudden. I could also feel it—the tension in the air and the whispers among the pack members. Some people questioned his leadership, especially since our child was there. When Axel got close to me and said, "Felza," His blue eyes looked right into mine. "You should talk to Rhys. They are leaving him. It was hard for me to think straight. "What if he can't lead us anymore?" "What if they're right?" "Felza, you
Felza pov... I could still feel his arms around me. His warmth helped me feel grounded and gave me a short-term escape from the chaos going on inside me. But deep down, I knew that comforting myself wouldn't change the truth: something was going to happen. It wasn't just the baby either. The faraway howls made their meaning clear. There was trouble coming, and it was getting closer faster than either of us wanted to admit. "I'm not leaving you, Rhys," I said again, this time with more force. It was getting harder for me to hold on to the fear that had been bothering me just moments before. I wasn't going to hide in the dark while everything around us fell apart. He spoke softly, his eyes soft with worry, "Felza, you're pregnant." I need you to be safe. What if something happens... "I need to be here if something happens," I said. Together. For us. For the group. Something flashed in his eyes—maybe pride?—but it was quickly replaced by the same tightness that had been there since h