LUCIAN.Ezra and Ingrid arrived at my study, their expressions grave as they settled into their seats.I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, and listened in silence as Ezra finished recounting Aiden’s story.When he finally concludes, I let the weight of his words settle over the room before exhaling sharply."Do you believe him?" I ask, my gaze locked onto him.He hesitates, his eyes flickering toward Ingrid for a brief moment before he finally nods."I don’t see how he would have lied about all that," he mutters.I turn my attention to Ingrid, who is now sitting there, staring blankly at the floor, her expression distant and haunted. Probably because of the possibility that her brother, Logan, might be dead."Ingrid," I call, but she didn’t respond.I frown, narrowing my eyes. "Ingrid!" I call again, louder.Her head snaps up, and I instantly notice her watery eyes, as if she had been on the verge of tears."Do you believe Aiden?" I ask, wanting to hear her answ
LUCIAN"Open the door," I order, my voice sharp, cutting through the silence of the dimly lit hallway.The guard in charge of Aiden’s cell obeys and steps aside as the heavy metal door creaks open.Inside, the stench of blood, sweat, and damp stone clings to the air.Aiden is seated against the cold wall, his head resting on his knees. He looks like a man with nothing left to lose.At the sound of the door opening, he lifts his head slowly his dark unreadable eyes meeting mine.I step inside and signal for the guard to give me his chair. He hands it over without a word and I place it directly across from Aiden, the legs scraping loudly against the stone floor as I take my seat.I rest my forearms on my thighs and study him for a bit before beginning my interrogation."I thought it was about time we met," I blurt, keeping my tone neutral.Aiden smirks, sitting upright, his body language too relaxed for a prisoner facing his Alpha."So," I begin, cutting straight to the point, "what exa
INGRID."What are you doing here, Ingrid?" Lucian growls, his eyes burning a dangerous shade of red."I came to check on Aiden, and it seems I arrived just in time," I snap, rushing toward them."Let him go," I command.Lucian’s grip tightens for a split second before he yanks Aiden away and steps back."Ingrid, he just came in and started attacking me, saying that I'm lying," Aiden pleads, wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand.I stand tall and face Lucian head-on, my hands trembling with fury."Is this what you meant when you said you were going to talk to him?" I ask, my voice sharp and accusing. "What if he’s not lying, Lucian? Have you even considered that he might be telling the truth?"Lucian says nothing. His jaw clenches, his fists tightening at his sides as his gaze darts between Aiden and me."What kind of Alpha attacks an injured pack member without even giving him a chance to defend himself?" I press on, my voice rising.I keep taunting him, pushing him
LUCIANAs I watch Ingrid sparring with Aiden from my window, it feels like a knife is being twisted deeper into my chest with every passing second.I see her laughing as she blocks one of his attacks, and he grins like she’s the only person in the world.I wanted to believe her about him being her friend, but Aiden’s words kept echoing in my head like a broken record: “She might be your Luna, but only one of us has claimed her.”At first, I didn’t believe him, especially after how he manipulated Ingrid by making her rush to his side like I was the villain in their love story. I knew something was off.So I did the only thing I could. I investigated.I started with Ezra’s former pack members, and luckily, wolves tend to remember everything in detail.They told me stories, too many stories for it all to be coincidence.How Aiden used to have a girlfriend, Audrey, and how everyone in the pack knew that something changed when Ingrid arrived.Later on, Audrey confronted Ingrid in public th
INGRIDAfter a long, grueling day of training with Aiden, Ezra, and the rest of the pack, my entire body screamed for relief.Muscles I didn’t even know I had were aching, and all I could think about was a hot soak and a few moments of peace.But the second I pushed the door to my room open, that fantasy went down the drain.Pack members I recognized were inside, moving my furniture and pulling clothes from my closet, and folding them into boxes.“What is going on?” I demand, my voice sharp and rising, but no one answers.I lunge forward and grab one of the women by the arm, my fingers digging into her skin. “Where are you taking my things?” I growl, my voice on the edge of fury.She yanks free and shakes her head, avoiding eye contact.“Go ask the Alpha,” she mutters before returning to her task.I stumble back, stunned, but why am I surprised? Who else could pull a stunt like this? I had defied him and disobeyed a direct order by releasing Aiden from that cell.This is his way of ret
LUCIAN.As I watched Ingrid storm out of my office, confused, humiliated, and angry, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.I hated that she had gotten too comfortable with the arrangement and too bold.She needed a reminder of her place here, and I was happy to give it to her.I saw her run outside to Ezra like a child because he is her safety net, and I watched from the window as she spoke to him, animated and desperate.I waited, curious if he’d do something stupid like to come and confront me, but when I saw her shoulders drop and her feet slowly start back toward the house, I knew Ezra couldn’t help her.A moment later, he glanced up, and his eyes found mine in the window.The stare he sent me could’ve melted stone, so I opened the window slightly, just to make sure he knew I was watching him too.That night, I stayed in my study longer than usual. I wasn’t in the mood for another argument and wasn’t ready to face her on our first night.After well past midnight, I finally
INGRIDAfter Ezra told me he couldn't help me, I was heartbroken.As his long-lost child, I thought he would do anything to protect me, but I was wrong.No one was going to fight this battle for me. I had to rely on myself.I walked back into the house, my heart heavy, and dragged myself to Lucian’s chambers.The moment I entered, my breath hitched. I hated to admit it, but his room looked like heaven.The first thing that hit me was its sheer size. It was nearly three times the size of the room I was sleeping in.The marble floors shimmered under a golden chandelier, its crystals catching every bit of light, scattering it across the ceiling like stars.The walls were painted a deep matte black but didn’t feel dark because they were lined with gold-accented art, ancient wolf emblems, and one massive mural of the moon goddess herself on the far end.His furniture was regal and masculine, a blend of mahogany and black leather. The desk in the corner looked hand-carved, its edges etched
LUCIANIt’s been almost two weeks since Dash came back from his assignment.I’ve kept what he told me to myself because the information he shared was too delicate, and I’m no longer sure who I can trust.He confirmed that Aiden’s story partly checked out. He did find blood stains right where Aiden claimed to have collapsed, just outside our borders, so that part lined up.But then things took a strange turn.When Dash followed Aiden’s scent deeper into the woods, it led him to a part of the forest none of us had ever charted.He described how the scent trail twisted oddly, almost like something else had masked it.He caught a stronger, unfamiliar scent that reeked of smoke and old blood.Driven by instinct, he followed it until he encountered a hidden mound of branches and dried leaves.At first glance, he said it looked like nothing, but when he cleared it, he found ash and dried blood.Curious, he dug through the remains using a stick, and that’s when he found something. A ring.Das
INGRID."We're here," I pant, my voice barely above a whisper as I come to a halt in front of the old abandoned cabin.The place looks even more broken than I remembered—boards hanging loose, windows cracked, the front porch sagging like it might collapse under our weight."How do you know this place?" Lucian asks, his eyes scanning the woods, then flicking warily back to the cabin.I hesitate before answering, the old hurt rising up like smoke in my chest."It's where I stayed when you chased me out of your territory," I blurt, my throat tightening.The words hang in the air for a moment, causing a little bit of tension.Lucian looks away in pretense, and changes the subject quickly."Are you sure it’s safe?" he asks, his hand pressing against his stomach almost instinctively."Yes," I respond quickly. "I'm sure, they probably think we’ve already left Shadow Ridge by now."I climb the creaking steps onto the porch and peek inside through a broken window. "It’s clear!" I call back. "
LUCIAN"Lucian... Lucian, please..." I hear a fragile voice, echoing through the heavy darkness surrounding me.It’s barely audible yet sharp enough to cut through the wall of numbness I’ve built around my mind.For a moment, I wonder if it’s real or just another hallucination crafted by the pain I’m going through.I've been coasting between the thin veil of life and death for some time now, and I had to lock my body in survival mode, using every ounce of energy I have left to knit torn flesh and mend shattered bones.I try to keep my heart beating even though I know it would be easier to let go.I hear the voice again. A growl this time, raw and wounded. It echoes faintly at first, but something about it makes my broken senses twitch.The sound grows, becoming more desperate, and it sparks something inside my mind.A memory slices through the haze, and suddenly I remember where I am and what the hunters are doing to me.I hear a scream, loud enough to wake the dead, and this time I r
INGRID.“Kira, what’s going on with Lucian?” I ask, my eyes locked on his.He stares at me blankly, his gaze distant, cold and empty. It’s like I’m a stranger to him, like he doesn’t recognize me at all.“Why does he look at us like that?” I press, the knot in my stomach twisting tighter.Kira doesn’t respond right away, but I can sense her hesitation, and her pacing in my mind. I close my eyes and plead with her. “Please, Kira. What’s wrong with him?”Finally, she hums, her voice low, and solemn. “Us wolves… have the ability to control our emotions,” she sighs, “especially when we’re in physical pain.”I frown, confused, sensing there’s more.“Lucian…,” she hesitates, and then the words come out in a rush. “He’s been tortured for days now. He has probably shut off the part of his brain that feels pain. Or anything at all, really.”My chest tightens. “So he’s numb…” I whisper in my head, the realization landing like a weight on my chest.“Right now,” Kira continues gently, “Lucian’s m
INGRID."Silas? Is that who I am to you now?" he sneers, buttoning the front of his long, tailored coat. “I’m not Dad anymore?”I drop my gaze to the floor, biting the inside of my cheek.A second later, I feel the cold end of his cane slide under my chin, forcing my face upward until I’m looking straight at him.“I asked you a question, Ingrid,” he blurts, his tone low and clipped. “Have you forgotten your manners?”I glance around the room and notice how quiet everyone is. I can smell their fear from where I am sitting. They are like children bracing for a punishment.I am not going to give him that satisfaction."Well..." I finally speak, my voice trembling just slightly, “you’re not my father, Silas. I know the truth.”I meet his eyes head-on, and watch as his composure wavers.He steps back, blinking twice, his jaw tightening like a vise.Then, I turn to Logan, watching the shock cross his face. “That’s right. Silas isn’t my father,” I spit calmly. “And you’re not my brother.”A
INGRID."Ingrid, wake up!” I hear Kira’s voice, loud, panicked, and echoing through my mind like thunder.I try to open my eyes, but my head is pounding like a war drum, my eyelids feeling like they’re made of stone.Every inch of my body aches—especially my spine, which still sizzles from the electricity they shoved through me."Open your eyes now!" she barks again, fiercer this time.With all the strength I can muster, I force them open.At first, everything is blurry. All I see is shapes and shadows and dull light flickering above. I blink several times, and the fog starts to clear.I tilt my head, barely managing it through the pulsing pain, and I see a figure approaching with heavy footsteps exuding confidence.It's Logan, and he’s holding a taser in his hand.I instinctively jerk back, my heart slamming against my ribs, but I can’t move.My arms are bound to the chair, ropes cutting into my skin, and my ankles too. As expected, the ropes are covered in wolfsbane and I can feel i
INGRID“Come on, Lucian. Help me out here,” I plead, my fingers working furiously at the chains wrapped around his wrists. “I need you to wake up and help me out.”Lucian groans, barely conscious. His head lolling forward again.“Lucian,” I whisper, nudging his shoulder. “Come on. Open your eyes. We don’t have much time.”No response.I keep working on the chains, my movements as quiet as possible, but the metal scrapes against itself, letting out a sharp clink. I freeze, holding my breath, and I quickly peek around the doorway to check if anyone heard.Luckily, no one has.Lucian starts mumbling something to himself a little too loudly.“Shhh! We’ll get caught,” I whisper harshly in his ear, but he doesn’t listen. His voice rises, slurred and confused.“Lucian, what are you doing?” I scold, sternly this time.He finally looks up at me, his gaze clearly fogged, and it's like he doesn’t even recognize me.I hear footsteps coming in multiple sets.I slip to the far side of the room, crou
INGRID"It's time," I mutter to myself, my eyes scanning the alley behind the bakery one last time to ensure the coast is clear.Without hesitation, I bolt toward the vent exit nestled between a row of broken crates and garbage bins.I drop to my knees, pull out the pocket knife from my jacket, and begin unscrewing the rusty bolts one by one.Each twist of the blade sends a metallic groan into the air, and I freeze every time, holding my breath, listening if someone is coming.“Come on Ingrid… come on…” I whisper to myself.Finally, the last screw gives way. I slip the metal cover off, squeeze myself into the narrow shaft, and after one final look behind me, I pull the grate back into place.“Ingrid… you smell that?” Kira whispers faintly in the back of my mind.I pause, and inhale slowly. My nose twitches, and my stomach tightens at the bitter, choking scent.“Wolfsbane,” I mutter, reaching for my pocket quickly and grabbing a folded handkerchief. I use it to cover my nose and mouth.
INGRIDI stay hidden in the abandoned house for the rest of the day, thanks to the supplies I had packed before we left the compound. It isn’t much, but it’s enough to keep me going.The hours crawl by, the silence stretching thick and tense. I pace, sit, then pace again my thoughts circling endlessly, as I try to figure out where Lucian might have been taken.They left no clues, or scent trails hence I have nothing to work with.I think of all the places they could have taken him over and over again and frustratingly, my instincts keep bringing me back to one place. My bakery.When I think why? It’s close to this abandoned house and it’s also the last place anyone would think to look.“Ingrid, I think you should’ve gone back with them,” Kira’s voice echoes softly in my head, her tone tight with concern. “This is too dangerous. Remember what happened the last time you went back to that bakery?”I finish the last bite of tuna, swallowing hard. “Yeah… I remember. Logan found me and almos
INGRIDEveryone gathers in the room Lucian had been kept in and I can feel the air thickening with tension and quiet desperation.The bloodstain on the floor feels like a wound to my chest which made me freeze the second I saw it.Around me, the others begin to use their wolf senses, sniffing the air, trying to pick up a trail.“I can’t get anything,” one of them mutters, frustration clear in his voice.“Me neither,” another adds.Ezra’s eyes flick to me, then back to them. “Find something. Anything,” he commands.They hesitate, clearly discouraged, but obey and begin scouring the rest of the house.“Are you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to help?” Victoria snaps from behind me.Before I can react, I see Ezra give her a glare so deadly that she immediately backs off.She’s right though. I can’t just stand here. Not while everyone else is searching for a trace of him.Kira, I whisper in my head, please help me find something. Anything.She hums softly in response,