Shannon’s POVAs I stood before the open door of the cabin, my mind reeling with disbelief, the old woman’s familiar gaze met mine, her eyes twinkling with a familiar look that sent chills down my spine.It was surely the same woman I had seen lying lifeless in a pool of her own blood just a while ago. Yet here she stood before me, seemingly unharmed.“Come in, child,” she finally spoke, her voice soft and inviting, beckoning me into the dim interior of the cabin.I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with confusion and disbelief. How could she be standing here before me, alive and well, when I had just watched her die?Despite my doubts, with a shaky breath, I stepped over the threshold made out of wood and into the cabin, the air heavy with the scent of burning herbs and incense.I took in the room around me, my eyes widening in awe. The room was cluttered with strange objects hanging from the roof and adorning the walls, their shapes twisted and distorted with markings all over
Shannon’s POVDebbie’s words hung in my mind still, heavy with the weight of her revelation. Elsa, my father’s mate—someone I had never even known existed until now—was after my life, as well as the lives of my baby and the triplets.“Elsa…” I whispered, the name feeling foreign on my tongue. “But what happened with her? Why is she coming out now to take revenge?”Debbie’s expression darkened, her features clouded with worry. “Elsa was against your father’s plan to use your blood to make himself stronger, more powerful than ever before.”I sighed. “I see.”“She pleaded with him to abandon his plan, but he would not listen. He was consumed by his own ambition, blinded by the promise of power.” Debbie explained further. “But he did it anyway, despite her protests.”My heart sank at her words, a wave of anger and sorrow washing over me. To think that my own father had stubbornly wanted to use me as a pawn in his quest for power—it was almost too much to bear. It seemed unthinkable, but i
Shannon’s POV“No! Leave me alone!” I screamed as I ran frantically through the darkened streets, the ghostly apparitions of Selena and Leila hot on my heels.Panic gripped my chest, my breath came in ragged gasps as I darted down lonely paths and side streets, desperate to escape their relentless pursuit.Suddenly, I stumbled upon a hidden entrance nestled between two buildings—a dark, passageway that seemed to invite me inside.“Shit,” I sighed.With no other options left, I plunged into the darkness, my heart pounding in my ears as I raced deeper into the unknown.But as I rounded a corner, my foot caught on a loose cobblestone, and I tumbled to the ground in a heap.“What the hell?” I whispered to myself.Before I could gather my bearings, a sharp blow to the back of my head sent me spiraling into deeper darkness, my world fading into blackness as unconsciousness claimed me.Ricky’s POVAs Jules, Cole, and I stepped into the dim cabin we had tracked Shannon’s scent to, a shiver ra
Shannon’s POVAs I slowly regained consciousness, the harsh reality of my situation washed over me quickly. I found myself chained to a hot, unforgiving stone floor. I turned around feeling a burning heat around me.There was a lava pit nearby, and the heat from the lava below seared against my skin. Panic clawed at my chest as I struggled against my restraints, but they held strongly, trapping me in this dreadful prison.And then, emerging from the shadows, she appeared before me—Elsa, the vengeful sorceress who sought to destroy me and my family. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she stepped closer, her presence sending shivers down my spine.“Well, well, well,” she purred, her voice dripping with venom. “Look what we have here—a little wolf caught in my trap.”I swallowed hard, the taste of fear thick in my throat as I met her gaze. Even though I had every idea who she might be, “Who are you?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.Elsa’s lips curled into a wicked s
Shannon’s POVAs Elsa’s taunting words echoed through the heating lair she held me in, I felt a surge of anger rising within me, stirred by Elsa’s mockery of my mother’s sacrifice and the pain of her loss.“You’re despicable,” I spat, my voice trembling with fury. “You’re glad my mother died trying to stop your mate?”Elsa’s lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Your mother was a fool,” she sneered. “She died for nothing, trying to protect a worthless child.”Her words struck me like a physical blow, but I refused to let her see the pain she was causing me. Instead, I mustered all the defiance I could muster and fired back with an insult of my own.“At least she didn’t lose her mate to a bunch of inexperienced children playing house,” I retorted, my voice dripping with venom.Elsa’s expression darkened suddenly, her rage bubbling to the surface as she stepped closer, her movements predatory. “You insolent little brat,” she hissed, her voice laced with fury. “
Shannon’s POVThe sun hung low in the sky, casting shadows across the quiet town as Ricky, Jules, Cole, and I set out on our search for Debbie and our missing son.The weight of uncertainty pressed down upon us, each step heavy with the burden of worry that gripped our hearts.“We have to find them,” Ricky declared, his voice low as he scanned the streets for any sign of them. “No matter what it takes.”I nodded in agreement, my own resolve heightened. “I won’t rest until we bring our son home safe,” I vowed, my voice firm.With a shared nod of understanding, we split up, each taking a different route through the town in search of any clue that might lead us to Debbie and our baby.As I wandered through the narrow streets, my senses on high alert, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in me.“Have you found anything?” Ricky’s voice crackled through the cellphone in my hand, his tone tense with anticipation.“Not yet,” I replied, frustration lacing my words as I continue
Shannon’s POVAs we arrived at the nearby town, a sense of urgency gripped us. My intuition told me that our child was close, and we wasted no time in spreading out to search for any sign of Debbie or our missing son.As I wandered through a bustling market, my heart raced with anxiety and determination. Clutching a picture of my precious son in hand, I approached the vendors and people passing, my voice trembling as I asked for any information about Debbie or my baby.“Excuse me, have you seen a woman with this baby?” I inquired. “She is old and wretched-looking in a way, and she has my baby.” I said, showing them the picture.Some shook their heads, while others glanced away, unwilling to meet my gaze. Desperation filled my voice as I continued to search, my eyes scanning the faces in the crowd for any sign of recognition.“Please, if you have any information, it’s urgent. My son’s life is in danger.”But despite my pleas, most shrugged indifferently or hurried past, their expressio
Shannon’s POVAs Jules and I stared at Debbie’s lifeless body, I felt a sense of urgency wash over me. “Her body will disappear soon,” I said to Jules, my voice filled with panic.Jules turned to me, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Disappear? What do you mean?”I took a deep breath, steadying myself before explaining. “Last time, when I encountered a clone trick like this, the body vanished in flames,” I said, recalling the eerie memory. “There won’t be any evidence left behind except the magical energy.”Jules’s eyes widened in realization as he processed my words. “So, what do we do now?” he asked, his voice filling with uncertainty.“We need to trace the source of the magic,” I replied, my mind racing as I tried to recall the spell I had read in a magic book. “I remember reading about a spell that can help us locate the origin of a magical energy.”“Okay. Well, can you do that?” Jules inquired.“Yes. I just need to remember.” I answered, placing a palm on my forehead.As we stood
Shannon, five years later.As the sun streamed through the windows, filling the room with warmth, I found myself chasing after our energetic twins, boy and girl, who are barely five years old. Laughter echoed through the house as they raced around the living room.“Slow down, you two!” I called out, trying in vain to keep up with their energy.But Jules walking in just chuckled from the doorway, his eyes shining with amusement. “Let them play, my love,” he said, his voice filled with affection. “They’re just having fun.”I sighed, knowing he was right. As much as I wanted to keep them safe, I couldn’t deny them the simple joy of being young and carefree. With a resigned smile, I watched as they continued their game of chase and catch, their laughs filling the air with screams.Just then, I felt Jules’ arms wrap around my once again pregnant belly from behind, his embrace warm and comforting. I leaned back into his arms, relishing the feel of his strong arms around me. “How are you and
Shannon’s POVThe atmosphere in the castle had shifted since Matthew’s capture. With him out of the picture, the pack felt safer, even at the borders. Ricky and Cole had returned after several days of patrolling, their faces weary but relieved.As we gathered around the dinner table, there was a sense of peace and contentment in the air. Jules sat at the head of the table, his presence reassuring and strong. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as I looked at him, knowing he had risked everything to protect our pack.Ricky and Cole filled our ears with tales of their adventures at the boarders, their voices filled with excitement as they recounted their encounters with rival packs and rogue wolves. Despite the dangers they faced, they had emerged victorious and the pack now was finally safe.As we shared our meal, laughter echoed through the hall, the tension of recent events fading into the background. Even Dora and Ellie had joined in the festivities, as I’d insisted on invitin
Shannon’s POVTwo days after the investigation for Jules’ attempted murder, as I entered his room, I found him fuming in his bed, his face twisted with frustration.“They couldn’t find him,” he muttered to me before I said anything, his voice dripping with irritation. “Matthew has slipped through our fingers again.”I sighed as I watched Jules’ restless movements, knowing this was going to be a long conversation. “You need to rest, Jules. Let the guards handle this.” I said firmly, approaching his bedside. “You’re not in any condition to be worrying about Matthew right now.”Jules shot me a glare, but I could see the pain in his eyes. “I can’t just sit here while that traitor is out there,” he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably against his pillows.I gently placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. “You need to focus on getting better,” I urged. “The guards will find Matthew eventually. You need to trust them.”He let out a frustrated sigh, but finally relented. “Fine,” he grum
Shannon’s POVI walked back to the castle, my mind swirling with thoughts about Matthew. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even try to. My suspicions were like shadows creeping over me, chilling me to the bone. But without solid proof, I felt like I was playing with smoke.I found Jules in his study, buried under a mountain of paperwork. His tired eyes glanced up at me, and I could tell he was bracing himself for another round of my suspicions.“Jules, I need to talk to you about Matthew,” I blurted out before he could stop me.He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “Shannon, we’ve been over this. You’re letting your imagination run wild.”I shook my head, frustration bubbling inside me. “But Jules, I just need you to listen. I know something’s not right.”He looked at me with a mix of sympathy and exasperation. “Shannon, I understand you’re scared after everything that’s happened. But maybe you’re seeing things that aren’t there. It’s understandable, given the trauma you’ve been through.
Shannon’s POV“I’m not lying to you Jules, you need to believe me when I say that Mathew is not a good person. He is trying to pot against you and why won’t you believe me?” I inquired with a very stern countenance plastered on my face.“Oh please Shannon can you please just stop all of this drama? Why are you bothering yourself over something that you shouldn’t? I don’t know what is feeding you with lies but you know better than to believe everything you hear.” Jules snapped at me, walking back to his desk, and sunk into it without giving me any more regard.I knew he wasn’t going to believe me from the start but why? I’ve been on Mathew’s trial forever and it’s enough for me to know that he is planning on hurting Jules.But why won’t Jules listen? Why is he so certain that Mathew can’t do anything to him? Why am I looking like the crazy one here? All I’m trying to do is to avert him from the danger that is heading right towards him.I couldn’t let anything happen to Jules but at thi
Shannon’s POVI knew the answers I needed were not going to come that easily. I knew my instincts weren’t wrong about Matthew and he had something up his sleeves.I intended to find out because one way or the other it was going to affect someone I cared about.I had second thoughts on the fact that I might be overthinking and he wasn’t doing anything wrong.But what if he was actually what I thought he was? Doing research won’t make me lose anything but ignoring this would.I knew he had been working here and I knew exactly where to start my investigation from. The best way to get my answers is through the maids.They were the eyes and ears of everything, all I needed was to convince a maid to tell me everything. Of course, she would resist at first but later she’ll give in to some persuasion.I paced around my room thinking hard if this was the right way to go about it. What if I was wrong and I got blamed along with being called paranoid?This just has to work so I won’t get blamed
Shannon’s POVI stormed into the castle, my heart pounding in my chest. The situation with Matthew had left me unsettled, and I know I had to find a way to make Jules listen to my warnings about him.As I entered the main hall, my eyes immediately fell on Michael, playing innocently with a toy on the floor. Beside him stood Matthew, the man I found so suspicious.My instincts screamed at me to grab Michael and run, but I forced myself to stay calm. I hurried over to my son, scooping him up into my arms protectively. Michael grinned up at me, holding out the toy he had been playing with.I turned to face Matthew, my expression hard and suspicious. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice laced with tension.Matthew blinked in surprise, taken aback by my abruptness. “I came to see Jules,” he replied, gesturing vaguely. “One of the maids told me to wait here, and I saw Michael, so I thought I’d keep him company.”My grip on Michael tightened, my protective instincts in overdrive.
Shannon’s POV.The next day Jules and I moved into the pack house.It was still so surreal to me that I was an Alpha.Jules was almost completely healed now and he kept talking about how it was all because of his training yesterday. I mentioned to him that it was probably because of the training he’s still not properly healed yet but he just laughed in my face.As soon as we arrived in the pack house, we were welcomed by the slaves. They were all lined up in the living room in a straight line dressed in black and whiteThey had to be at least fifty to a hundred of them.What on earth did we need so many slaves for?I wondered as I scanned their faces.I glanced over at Jukes who seemed a little too confident. I wish I had his confidence. It seemed like he was used to it, unlike me.“These are the palace slaves, they are always at your service, They all have been assigned different stations. You will eventually get used to them but for now, these are the most important faces you will
Jules POVI woke up in a brightly lit room. I blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh fluorescent light.“Jules!” A familiar sounding voice called out and I frowned as her face came into view.“Shannon,” I sat up a little too quickly and groaned out in absolute pain.“Hey Jules,” she smiled at me.“Don’t move too much. You have not yet healed up.” She said, her sweet voice wrapping around me like a blanket.“You’ve been released?” it was supposed to be an observation but it came out as a question. I was so happy to see her, I couldn’t believe I had won. At some point, I had completely blacked out but if she was here with me then I had won.“Thanks to you. I’m so sorry for what you had to go through for my sake.* She said, hugging me.I winced at the pain and she quickly let go of me as if I were some fragile glass.“No,” I protested at the absence of her warmth. I wanted it back but I knew she would be too afraid to hurt me. That was just who Shannon was.“I’m sorry, you seem to still