BlaireThe message burned to ash, but its weight remained. Even as the fire crackled and died, I could feel the eyes of the warriors around us, their silent questions thick in the air. What now? What was I willing to do? Would I be the reason their pack suffered?Fredrick’s hand remained against my lower back, a steady anchor in the chaos storming inside me. His silver eyes studied me, searching for a reaction, but I refused to let my fear show. I wouldn’t give Jacob the satisfaction, even from afar.“We double patrols,” Fredrick said finally, addressing Orion and the gathered warriors. “If Jacob wants to play games, we’ll be ready for him.”Orion nodded, already issuing quiet orders to the others. The warriors dispersed, leaving only Fredrick, me, and Calla standing by the smoldering remains of Jacob’s warning.Calla crossed her arms. “You should prepare for the elders to call a meeting about this.”I exhaled, dragging a hand through my hair. “Let me guess. They’ll want to know if I’
FredrickJacob had always been ruthless, but this—this was reckless, even for him.Orion’s words rang in my ears as I stormed back toward the packhouse with Blaire beside me. If Jacob was desperate enough to leave tracks leading toward human territory, then he was planning something bigger than threats carved into wood. He was looking for leverage.“We need to move fast,” Orion said, keeping pace beside me. “If Jacob’s men are heading toward the human town, it means he’s looking for a weakness.”Blaire’s steps faltered. “You don’t think—”“He’s not after humans,” I said quickly. “Not directly. He knows better than to draw that kind of attention.”Orion exhaled sharply. “Then what the hell is he after?”I had a sickening feeling I already knew the answer.Jacob had been an alpha for decades. He understood pack politics better than most, and he had no doubt been gathering information since the moment Blaire was taken from his reach. He wouldn’t attack blindly—he’d look for something to
BlaireThe night air was thick with anticipation as I stood at the packhouse entrance, my pulse hammering beneath my skin. The moon hung high, casting silver light over the trees as Fredrick fastened a dagger to his belt. His movements were controlled, and precise, as if he had done this a hundred times before.I, on the other hand, was still getting used to the idea of sneaking off into rogue territory with the man I had only recently come to trust.“You don’t have to come,” Fredrick said without looking up.I scoffed. “You and I both know that’s not an option.”His lips twitched, the closest thing to amusement I’d seen from him since Jacob’s message appeared at our border. He pulled his hood over his head and turned to me, silver eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.“If we’re doing this, we do it my way,” he said. “No reckless moves, no heroics.”I folded my arms. “That’s rich, coming from you.”Fredrick sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I mean it, Blaire. Jacob isn’t just
BlaireThe cold steel of the blade against my throat sent a shiver down my spine. My wolf snarled inside me, but I forced myself to stay still, knowing one wrong move could end in disaster.Fredrick tensed, his silver eyes glowing in the darkness. His stance was rigid, and controlled, but I could see the fury simmering just beneath the surface.“Let her go,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.The man behind me chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. “Or what, Alpha? You’ll start a war right here in the woods?”I could barely see him, but his scent was thick—wild, unkempt, laced with the undeniable stench of rogue. He wasn’t one of my father’s men, but that didn’t make him any less dangerous.“Do you even know who you’re threatening?” Fredrick asked, tilting his head slightly. “That woman in your grip is Blaire Ashbourne, daughter of Jacob.”The rogue hesitated, his grip on me tightening for a brief second before he let out a low whistle. “No shit? So the rumors are true.”“What rum
FrederickThe moon was high overhead, but the forest felt darker than ever. Each step was silent, yet my mind screamed with thoughts louder than a war drum. Blaire walked beside me, her movements smooth despite the thin line of blood trailing down from the shallow cut on her collarbone. The sight of it made something primal in me stir — anger, protectiveness… maybe even something more.I didn’t let myself dwell on it. There wasn’t time.“We need to head back,” I said quietly, my voice low to avoid drawing more attention. “If Jacob’s recruiting rogues, he’s not planning for a negotiation. He wants an all-out war.”Blaire’s jaw tightened. She didn’t argue, but I could see the conflict flicker in her emerald eyes. She hated him — her father — but I knew some small, buried part of her still wanted to believe there was good in him. That maybe he wouldn’t go this far.“He won’t stop,” she murmured after a moment. “Not until he either drags me back or destroys everything you’ve built.”I sto
BlaireWe didn’t stop running until the distant howls faded behind us. My legs burned, and my lungs ached, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t slowing down. Not when I knew those men — my father’s men — were still out there.Fredrick’s grip on my hand was tight, grounding me, and keeping me from spiraling into panic. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but I could feel his tension radiating through our bond like wildfire.We broke through the tree line, emerging near the edge of the pack’s territory. The familiar sight of the main house came into view, warm lights flickering from the windows. My chest tightened. I never thought a place that wasn’t my childhood home could feel safe, but this did.We stumbled into the clearing, and almost immediately, Orion and Caspian appeared, sprinting toward us.“Where the hell have you two been?” Orion demanded, his brows furrowed in concern. “We thought—” His eyes landed on the cut along my collarbone, and his voice dropped into a growl. “Who did
BlaireThe pack dispersed, moving quickly to prepare. I watched them scatter — warriors sharpening weapons, others gathering supplies, and the younger wolves being ushered inside for safety. The courtyard that was filled with warmth and laughter days ago now felt like the calm before a storm.Fredrick stood at the center, giving orders with a steady voice. His brothers flanked him, each a pillar of strength in their way. Caspian was already discussing battle formations, and Orion organizing the patrols. Tony and Lanny were reinforcing the borders with the others. They moved like a well-oiled machine.But I felt… out of place.My heart raced in my chest, but it wasn’t from fear — not entirely. It was the weight of everything settling over me. I wasn’t just Blaire anymore. I wasn’t just the runaway daughter of an alpha. I was Luna to this pack now. And Luna didn’t stand back while her people fought.I turned away from the scene and headed toward the armory, ignoring the sting of the cut
BlaireThe pack didn’t disperse after Fredrick’s speech. If anything, the air seemed thicker — buzzing with adrenaline and anticipation. Wolves began moving, gathering weapons, preparing supplies, and organizing patrols. The courtyard that once felt warm and inviting now felt like the calm before a violent storm.Fredrick stood tall among his brothers, speaking in low, urgent tones. Caspian and Orion listened intently, nodding as he laid out a plan. I watched him, taking in the way his silver eyes gleamed with fierce determination. He looked every bit the Alpha he was born to be. Strong. Unyielding.And yet, his shoulders seemed heavier tonight — as if the weight of the entire pack rested on him alone.I stepped forward, feeling a pull deep in my chest. I couldn’t just stand on the sidelines. Not anymore.“Fredrick,” I called, my voice steady.His head snapped up, eyes locking onto mine. For a brief moment, his expression softened, but then the steel returned. “Blaire, you should rest
BlaireThe morning air was cold and sharp, biting through the thin fabric of Fredrick’s shirt that I still wore. It smelled like him — cedar and smoke — a comfort I didn’t want to let go of. But comfort wasn’t something we could afford now. Not with Jacob closing in.Fredrick’s words from the night before still echoed in my mind. He trusted me. Finally, fully. But trust didn’t mean he wasn’t still scared for me.I wasn’t scared, though. Not anymore.I’d spent too many years under my father’s shadow. Too many nights wondering what freedom would feel like. Now that I had it — now that I had Fredrick and this pack — I’d die before I let Jacob take it from me.The sun barely peeked over the treetops when the pack gathered in the clearing. Fredrick stood at the center, his brothers flanking him like a wall of muscle and loyalty. I took my place beside him, lifting my chin as the wolves turned their eyes to us.They didn’t look at me with doubt anymore. Not after the way I stood beside Fred
FredrickThe moon was still high when I woke, though dawn wasn’t far off. Sleep had been impossible after Selene’s warning. My mind churned with plans and possibilities, each more dangerous than the last.I slipped from the bed carefully, not wanting to wake Blaire. She stirred anyway, her body curling instinctively toward the warmth I left behind. Even in sleep, she sought me. The thought stirred something deep in my chest — a fierce, protective ache.I leaned down, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Rest, Blaire,” I murmured. “I’ll handle this.”I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring her or myself.The house was silent as I moved through it. My brothers were already awake, gathered around the long wooden table in the main room. Orion leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression grim. Caspian stared into his untouched mug of coffee like it might give him answers. Tony paced restlessly, his jaw tight.They all looked up when I entered.“We’ve got trouble,” Tony said without preamble.
BlaireThe moment the unfamiliar howl pierced the night, the warmth of the fire and the laughter around us died. The air shifted — the comforting scents of smoke and food were drowned out by something sharper. Something wrong.Fredrick was on his feet in an instant, his body tense, his eyes flashing silver as his wolf stirred beneath his skin. His hand lingered on my arm for a moment, grounding me, before he stepped forward. The pack fell silent, waiting.Another howl echoed, closer this time.I stood slowly, heart pounding. A cold weight settled in my stomach. This wasn’t a stray wolf or a lost traveler. This was a message.Fredrick’s voice was low, steady. “Orion, Caspian — perimeter. Now.”His brothers didn’t hesitate, disappearing into the shadows without a sound. The rest of the pack stirred uneasily, some rising to their feet, others lowering their heads, ears pinned back in submission.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Fredrick… do you think it’s him?”Jacob. My father.Fredric
FredrickThe sun hung low in the sky, casting warm amber streaks over the clearing as the pack worked. The air smelled of sawdust, smoke, and sweat — but beneath it all was something else. Determination. Hope.My muscles ached, and my body screamed for rest, but I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. Not until every broken wall was mended and every last wolf had a roof over their head.This wasn’t just about rebuilding our home. It was about proving that we weren’t broken. That Jacob Ashbourne’s attack hadn’t shattered us.We were still standing — and stronger than before.I leaned against the frame of what used to be our meeting hall, now little more than charred beams and splintered wood. Caspian and Tony argued nearby over the best way to brace the new supports. Their voices blended into the background hum of the pack’s work.My brothers were loud, stubborn, and exhausting — but damn if I wasn’t grateful for them.“Fred!” Orion’s voice cut through the noise. I turned to see him jogging to
BlaireThe morning after the battle felt surreal. The smell of ash still lingered in the air, blending with the rich scent of pine and earth. The forest was quiet, as though the world itself held its breath, waiting to see what we’d do next.I woke to the sound of hammering — rhythmic, steady, and persistent. Fredrick’s side of the bed was cold, but his scent clung to the blankets, comforting me.For a moment, I wanted to bury myself back under the covers and pretend nothing had changed. That the battle hadn’t happened. That my father wasn’t gone.But that wasn’t who I was anymore.I wasn’t the scared girl who ran from her fate. I was Luna of this pack now — and they needed me.I got dressed quickly, opting for simple clothes that wouldn’t get in the way. The mirror caught my eye as I passed it. My reflection stared back, different than I remembered. My once-soft features were sharper and stronger. My vivid emerald eyes — the mark of my wolf — seemed to glow even in the daylight.I di
BlaireThe battlefield was eerily quiet now. The only sounds left were the rustling of the wind through the trees and the distant howls of the retreating rogues. The moon, once a beacon of strength, now felt cold and distant, casting its pale light over the fallen.My father’s body lay motionless where Fredrick left him. His once-powerful form looked smaller now, lifeless and still.I stared at him for a long moment, my chest tightening in ways I couldn’t quite explain. I didn’t feel sadness — not exactly. It was something more complicated. He had been cruel, manipulative, and controlling, but he was still my father.A part of me — the part that still remembered being a little girl who wanted her daddy’s approval — grieved for what could have been. For what we never had.Fredrick’s hand found mine, his warmth anchoring me to the present. His skin was streaked with dirt and blood, his silver eyes searching mine with a quiet, unspoken question.“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low
FrederickThe moment Blaire spoke those words — “I am home” — I knew there was no turning back.Jacob’s eyes burned with fury. His stance shifted, low and predatory as if her defiance was a personal insult. In a way, it probably was. He wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to reclaim what he thought belonged to him.But Blaire wasn’t a possession. She wasn’t his to take.A snarl ripped through the air, and Jacob shifted in an instant, his form snapping and twisting into a massive dark brown wolf. His pack surged forward with him, a wave of snarling fur and snapping jaws.My brothers’ howls echoed from the treeline, answering the call. In seconds, the clearing erupted into chaos. Wolves collided like crashing tides, growls and yelps blending into a violent symphony.I didn’t hesitate. My body moved on instinct as I shifted mid-lunge, bones cracking and reforming as my wolf took over. My paws hit the dirt hard, and I barreled into the first rogue that lunged for Blaire, sinking my teet
BlaireThe pack didn’t disperse after Fredrick’s speech. If anything, the air seemed thicker — buzzing with adrenaline and anticipation. Wolves began moving, gathering weapons, preparing supplies, and organizing patrols. The courtyard that once felt warm and inviting now felt like the calm before a violent storm.Fredrick stood tall among his brothers, speaking in low, urgent tones. Caspian and Orion listened intently, nodding as he laid out a plan. I watched him, taking in the way his silver eyes gleamed with fierce determination. He looked every bit the Alpha he was born to be. Strong. Unyielding.And yet, his shoulders seemed heavier tonight — as if the weight of the entire pack rested on him alone.I stepped forward, feeling a pull deep in my chest. I couldn’t just stand on the sidelines. Not anymore.“Fredrick,” I called, my voice steady.His head snapped up, eyes locking onto mine. For a brief moment, his expression softened, but then the steel returned. “Blaire, you should rest
BlaireThe pack dispersed, moving quickly to prepare. I watched them scatter — warriors sharpening weapons, others gathering supplies, and the younger wolves being ushered inside for safety. The courtyard that was filled with warmth and laughter days ago now felt like the calm before a storm.Fredrick stood at the center, giving orders with a steady voice. His brothers flanked him, each a pillar of strength in their way. Caspian was already discussing battle formations, and Orion organizing the patrols. Tony and Lanny were reinforcing the borders with the others. They moved like a well-oiled machine.But I felt… out of place.My heart raced in my chest, but it wasn’t from fear — not entirely. It was the weight of everything settling over me. I wasn’t just Blaire anymore. I wasn’t just the runaway daughter of an alpha. I was Luna to this pack now. And Luna didn’t stand back while her people fought.I turned away from the scene and headed toward the armory, ignoring the sting of the cut