VALERIA’S POVI was relieved that Elijah’s behavior didn’t change after that day. Despite everything, he treated me the same as always, and for that, I was grateful. I had half-expected him to pull away, to distance himself after learning more about me. But no, he remained steady, patient, and unyielding. It was comforting in a way I hadn’t anticipated.We resumed training soon after, and every day I could feel myself improving—getting stronger, faster, more focused. My old pack, cruel as it was, left me with one gift that proved invaluable during my training: my pain tolerance. Years of enduring punishment had hardened my body and mind in ways I hadn’t fully appreciated until now.Each bruise, each ache from Elijah’s rigorous sessions, was a mark of progress, not suffering. I endured it all, letting it fuel me, and over time, I began to see the results. My muscles became toned, my reflexes sharper, and my stamina nearly unmatched. Elijah often pushed me to my limits, and though it wa
DIMITRI’S POV6 MONTHS LATERI leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the monitors in front of me. The flickering images from the CCTV cameras displayed the mundane routine of the pack—warriors sparring, workers bustling about, and slaves completing their assigned chores. None of them had any idea they were being watched so closely. I preferred it that way.My fingers tapped idly against the desk as I studied their movements, paying particular attention to the slaves who hadn’t yet shifted. They were the key to everything—though none of them realized it. Their value lay not in their current state but in what they might become.So far, nothing. No changes. No signs. Just the same dull monotony of their existence.Sometimes I wonder if I should finally accept the offers from the other Alphas—the ones who proposed deals for these so-called “useless” slaves. Their words still echoed in my ears: Why hold onto them? They’re dead weight. Trade them, sell them, or let them go. You’d profit
ALPHA DIMITRI'S POVI leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled as I contemplated my next move. Magnar was becoming a thorn in my side—not because he wasn’t capable, but because he believed himself ready for the Alpha title when he clearly wasn’t. His arrogance and impulsiveness were dangerous traits in a leader. He needed to learn, and if he wouldn’t listen to words, then I’d have to teach him through action.With that thought, I mind-linked him. “Magnar, meet me in my office.”I wanted to see his reaction to the task I had in mind. This wasn’t just about giving him something important to do—it was about testing him. If he wanted the Alpha title so badly, then let him work for it. Let him prove, not just to me but to the entire pack, that he was capable.Fifteen minutes later, Magnar strode into my office, his posture confident but his eyes restless. He took his usual seat across from me without hesitation. Ever since he turned eighteen, he’d started adopting this bold attitude, thin
MAGNAR’S POVIt was clear to me from the moment my father assigned this task that he intended for me to fail. His condescending tone, the way he presented it as a “test,” and the tight deadline—it all screamed of a trap to humiliate me in front of the pack. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.If this was his way of undermining my potential, I’d show him exactly what I was capable of.The first week was all about clearing the area. I wanted everyone focused on the same task so we could execute it efficiently. Workers and warriors alike were instructed to cut down trees, clear the rocks, and prepare the land for construction. I worked alongside them during the day, earning their respect by showing that I wasn’t above hard labor.By the second week, I split everyone into shifts. Two teams of workers and two teams of warriors were created—one to work during the day and the other at night. The warriors’ role was not just to guard but to ensure resources were being procured and
MAGNAR’S POVIt was my duty tonight, and the forest was silent save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The chill of the night wrapped around me, but I barely noticed it as I patrolled the third round of the boundary. My focus was unwavering, my instincts sharp. This expansion project couldn’t afford any setbacks, especially under my leadership.That’s when I saw it—a faint column of smoke rising in the distance, barely visible under the moonlight. I froze in my tracks, narrowing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.Who would light a fire at this time of night?It couldn’t be rogues; they rarely announced their presence so openly. But then again, rogues were unpredictable. Worse, it could be hunters. Humans had their ways of blending into the forest, waiting to ambush unsuspecting wolves.My heart quickened, but I kept my composure. I immediately mind-linked one of my patrol teams stationed nearby. "Yannis, take your warriors and check the source of that smoke.
MAGNAR’S POVI wasn’t expecting to walk into a standoff between my pack warriors and a ragtag group of scavengers. The tension in the air was palpable, the scent of hostility thick as I approached the clearing.My heart picked up its pace, but it wasn’t from the situation in front of me. Something else was tugging at me, a gnawing sensation deep in my chest. My wolf stirred restlessly, his presence suddenly more forceful.“What is it? We don’t have time for this—stay focused,” I growled internally, annoyed by his behaviour.“Something is here,” he replied, his voice laced with an urgency I didn’t understand. “Someone important.”Important? What was he talking about? I shook my head, pushing the thought aside. My priority was the situation in front of me. I stepped into the clearing, my boots crunching against the forest floor, and all eyes turned toward me.“So,” I announced, my voice carrying authority, “I hear you wanted to meet the Alpha directly.”The warriors immediately parted,
MAGNAR’S POVThe man cocked his head, his amusement faltering for just a split second before he doubled down. “I think we’ll take our chances,” he said.I smirked, letting the predator in me show just enough to unsettle him. My eyes narrowed, my voice sharp and biting. “You can take all the chances you want. But understand this: the second you step out of line, I’ll make an example out of you. Your pack will scatter, and no one will remember your name.”The smirk on his face faltered for the briefest moment, but then he recovered, a glint of defiance sparking in his eyes. “That’s the difference between kids like you and true Alphas,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his voice dripping with mockery. “True Alphas set examples with their actions. Kids like you? You only know how to talk.”I felt the blood rush to my ears, my wolf growling louder in my mind, but before I could react, a scent hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught.That scent.It was faint, but unmistakable. My
The Nightveil Pack bustled with activity as preparations for the harsh winter pressed on. Valeria, only eight years old, skipped along the well-worn paths of the pack’s territory, her breath visible in the crisp air. The adults moved with purpose, hauling bundles of firewood, sacks of dried herbs, and crates filled with preserved meat. The sky above was an icy blue, the promise of snow lingering on the horizon.From the center of the pack’s courtyard, her father, Alpha Cedric, stood tall and commanding, his voice steady as he issued orders. “Ensure the food is stored securely, and double-check the insulation in the dens. We can’t afford to lose anything to frost or scavengers. Mason, how’s the inventory coming along?”Beta Mason, a stout man with a weathered face and kind eyes, glanced at the parchment in his hands. “We’re short on blankets and a few essential herbs, Alpha. I’ll send a team to the forest edge to gather what we can before the heavy snow sets in.”Valeria watched her fa
MAGNAR’S POVThe man cocked his head, his amusement faltering for just a split second before he doubled down. “I think we’ll take our chances,” he said.I smirked, letting the predator in me show just enough to unsettle him. My eyes narrowed, my voice sharp and biting. “You can take all the chances you want. But understand this: the second you step out of line, I’ll make an example out of you. Your pack will scatter, and no one will remember your name.”The smirk on his face faltered for the briefest moment, but then he recovered, a glint of defiance sparking in his eyes. “That’s the difference between kids like you and true Alphas,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his voice dripping with mockery. “True Alphas set examples with their actions. Kids like you? You only know how to talk.”I felt the blood rush to my ears, my wolf growling louder in my mind, but before I could react, a scent hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught.That scent.It was faint, but unmistakable. My
MAGNAR’S POVI wasn’t expecting to walk into a standoff between my pack warriors and a ragtag group of scavengers. The tension in the air was palpable, the scent of hostility thick as I approached the clearing.My heart picked up its pace, but it wasn’t from the situation in front of me. Something else was tugging at me, a gnawing sensation deep in my chest. My wolf stirred restlessly, his presence suddenly more forceful.“What is it? We don’t have time for this—stay focused,” I growled internally, annoyed by his behaviour.“Something is here,” he replied, his voice laced with an urgency I didn’t understand. “Someone important.”Important? What was he talking about? I shook my head, pushing the thought aside. My priority was the situation in front of me. I stepped into the clearing, my boots crunching against the forest floor, and all eyes turned toward me.“So,” I announced, my voice carrying authority, “I hear you wanted to meet the Alpha directly.”The warriors immediately parted,
MAGNAR’S POVIt was my duty tonight, and the forest was silent save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The chill of the night wrapped around me, but I barely noticed it as I patrolled the third round of the boundary. My focus was unwavering, my instincts sharp. This expansion project couldn’t afford any setbacks, especially under my leadership.That’s when I saw it—a faint column of smoke rising in the distance, barely visible under the moonlight. I froze in my tracks, narrowing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.Who would light a fire at this time of night?It couldn’t be rogues; they rarely announced their presence so openly. But then again, rogues were unpredictable. Worse, it could be hunters. Humans had their ways of blending into the forest, waiting to ambush unsuspecting wolves.My heart quickened, but I kept my composure. I immediately mind-linked one of my patrol teams stationed nearby. "Yannis, take your warriors and check the source of that smoke.
MAGNAR’S POVIt was clear to me from the moment my father assigned this task that he intended for me to fail. His condescending tone, the way he presented it as a “test,” and the tight deadline—it all screamed of a trap to humiliate me in front of the pack. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.If this was his way of undermining my potential, I’d show him exactly what I was capable of.The first week was all about clearing the area. I wanted everyone focused on the same task so we could execute it efficiently. Workers and warriors alike were instructed to cut down trees, clear the rocks, and prepare the land for construction. I worked alongside them during the day, earning their respect by showing that I wasn’t above hard labor.By the second week, I split everyone into shifts. Two teams of workers and two teams of warriors were created—one to work during the day and the other at night. The warriors’ role was not just to guard but to ensure resources were being procured and
ALPHA DIMITRI'S POVI leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled as I contemplated my next move. Magnar was becoming a thorn in my side—not because he wasn’t capable, but because he believed himself ready for the Alpha title when he clearly wasn’t. His arrogance and impulsiveness were dangerous traits in a leader. He needed to learn, and if he wouldn’t listen to words, then I’d have to teach him through action.With that thought, I mind-linked him. “Magnar, meet me in my office.”I wanted to see his reaction to the task I had in mind. This wasn’t just about giving him something important to do—it was about testing him. If he wanted the Alpha title so badly, then let him work for it. Let him prove, not just to me but to the entire pack, that he was capable.Fifteen minutes later, Magnar strode into my office, his posture confident but his eyes restless. He took his usual seat across from me without hesitation. Ever since he turned eighteen, he’d started adopting this bold attitude, thin
DIMITRI’S POV6 MONTHS LATERI leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the monitors in front of me. The flickering images from the CCTV cameras displayed the mundane routine of the pack—warriors sparring, workers bustling about, and slaves completing their assigned chores. None of them had any idea they were being watched so closely. I preferred it that way.My fingers tapped idly against the desk as I studied their movements, paying particular attention to the slaves who hadn’t yet shifted. They were the key to everything—though none of them realized it. Their value lay not in their current state but in what they might become.So far, nothing. No changes. No signs. Just the same dull monotony of their existence.Sometimes I wonder if I should finally accept the offers from the other Alphas—the ones who proposed deals for these so-called “useless” slaves. Their words still echoed in my ears: Why hold onto them? They’re dead weight. Trade them, sell them, or let them go. You’d profit
VALERIA’S POVI was relieved that Elijah’s behavior didn’t change after that day. Despite everything, he treated me the same as always, and for that, I was grateful. I had half-expected him to pull away, to distance himself after learning more about me. But no, he remained steady, patient, and unyielding. It was comforting in a way I hadn’t anticipated.We resumed training soon after, and every day I could feel myself improving—getting stronger, faster, more focused. My old pack, cruel as it was, left me with one gift that proved invaluable during my training: my pain tolerance. Years of enduring punishment had hardened my body and mind in ways I hadn’t fully appreciated until now.Each bruise, each ache from Elijah’s rigorous sessions, was a mark of progress, not suffering. I endured it all, letting it fuel me, and over time, I began to see the results. My muscles became toned, my reflexes sharper, and my stamina nearly unmatched. Elijah often pushed me to my limits, and though it wa
VALERIA’S POV“What you’re trying to say is that you met the Moon Goddess, and she told you everything?” Elijah’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a quiet urgency that made my stomach churn.I nodded, twisting my fingers together. “Yes… I-I wasn’t sure if I should tell you at first. I mean, I had trust issues. So I—”“You don’t need to explain,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. His tone softened, though his expression remained serious. “You did the right thing. And it would be best if you didn’t tell anyone else. The more people who know about you, the more danger you’ll face.”I swallowed hard and nodded. He was right. I didn’t feel comfortable sharing this with anyone else—not after what had happened to me at the hands of people I thought I could trust.Elijah’s piercing gaze softened briefly. “You know… everyone thought Moonbounds were just a myth,” he said quietly.“Wait, who’s Moonbound?” I asked, frowning.He tilted his head slightly, studying me as if I’d just ask
MAGNAR’S POV“What happened? Why is he returning so soon?” I asked, my voice laced with frustration.Braden was slightly out of breath as he met me in the hallway, his face shadowed with concern. “I don’t know. I was tracing their location like you asked, but then I noticed their route changed. They’re coming back earlier than planned. I had to alert you immediately.”I nodded, trying to keep my irritation in check. Braden had done his part, and honestly, he’d done it well. He always did. He was good with technology—better than anyone else in the pack—and as my future beta, he was the one person I trusted with my life.Still, this early return threw everything into chaos. I had been counting on more time.“Did you find anything?” he asked, his tone low and cautious, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes.“Not really,” I replied vaguely, avoiding his gaze. I wasn’t ready to talk about what I’d found—or what little I understood of it.Braden narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean