ARIA'S POVLinda stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm, a smug look of confidence flickering across her face.That look—so composed, so sure of herself—ignited something hot and uncontainable inside me.After everything she had done, she could still stand there so calm, so unbothered, wearing that look of triumph? I felt the anger pulse through my veins, louder than the quiet hum of murmurs around us.Before I could stop myself, I took a step forward and grabbed her hand firmly, my words spilling out in a fierce, steady tone. “Didn’t you just kill someone? You killed Ralph, the father of the child in your womb!”The room went deathly silent. It was as if the entire crowd was holding its breath, their shocked expressions frozen in place, eyes wide and darting between Linda and me.I could actually hear my own heartbeat, the loud, insistent thud filling the quiet. The weight of my accusation seemed to hang heavy in the air, pressing down on everyone around us.Linda’s smug expre
ARIA'S POVLinda’s expression changed the moment she realized that I wasn’t going to back down. That mask of fragile innocence she wore cracked for just a second, but then, to my surprise, she started crying.“I’m sorry,” Linda suddenly said, her voice trembling as her eyes welled with tears. She looked around the crowd, her lower lip quivering in just the right way. “I’m so sorry, everyone. I don’t know what I’ve done to make Aria hate me so much. I…I’ve tried to be kind, but she just won’t stop harassing me!”The crowd murmured in confusion, their eyes darting between the two of us. My mouth fell open in shock, but Linda pressed on, her voice trembling with perfect fragility.“I really don’t know why she’s doing this,” she continued, wringing her hands. “I’ve tried so hard to stay out of her way, but she keeps accusing me of… awful things. And now she’s saying horrible things about my child… my unborn child. I just… I don’t know how much more I can take.” Her voice broke, and she bu
DANTE'S POV I couldn't wrap my head around what Aria was doing. From the moment she asked to speak with Linda, she had been relentless, accusing Linda of things that seemed so absurd.Claiming that Linda's child was fathered by a rogue wolf? The words were so ridiculous I almost laughed when I first heard them. Almost.Instead, I felt my patience wearing thin with every accusation, every raised voice. Aria wasn't like this. She was calm, collected, and never reckless. Tonight, though, she seemed agitated, lashing out like she was desperate for everyone to believe her. And yet, Finn...Finn wasn't the type to back wild accusations, and yet he had claimed to have proof. He said he had seen Linda go into the silver cell and kill Ralph. Murder. That word hung heavy in the air, causing my chest to tighten as I looked around the room. The air was thick with tension, whispers circulating through the crowd, spreading speculation and doubt. My eyes landed on Linda, standing not far from m
ARIA'S POV Linda’s sudden breakdown into tears left me frozen, the weight of her confession crashing over the room like a wave. Her emotional words rang in my ears, each one crafted perfectly to squeeze sympathy from Dante and the crowd. “I swear on the goddess, I did it to protect you, Dante!” she cried, holding onto his arm like a lifeline. “Ralph had threatened to kill you if I didn’t do what he wanted. Everything I said to him, everything I did… it was all to keep him calm, to deceive him. You have to believe me!” The room was filled with hushed whispers, and the crowd’s uneasiness grew with every word. I could see the doubt flickering in their eyes as they turned to one another, whispering under their breaths. “She looks scared… she must be telling the truth.” “Could Ralph really have been manipulating her?” My hands balled into fists as I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the noise. “I have heard enough!” I shouted, pointing at Linda. “Can’t you all see what she
ARIA'S POV The loud sound of the ambulance siren broke through the chaos, silencing the frantic murmurs of the crowd for a moment. Dante didn’t wait for the paramedics to take charge. With a sense of urgency I hadn’t seen in him before, he picked up Linda in his arms. Her pale, lifeless body looked even more fragile in the bright light of the ambulance as Dante climbed in, shouting for them to hurry. I watched him go, his desperation etched into every line of his face. His eyes never left Linda’s bloodied form as the ambulance doors slammed shut behind them. For a brief, fleeting second, I felt a pang of something close to pity. But it was quickly swallowed by a flood of bitterness as the whispers began. “This is all Aria’s fault,” someone muttered from the crowd, loud enough for me to hear. “Yes,” another voice chimed in, filled with hate. “If Linda’s baby dies, the pack won’t spare Aria. That child is the pack’s future heir.” The words hurt more than I cared to admit. My che
DANTE'S POV Finn's words seemed to echo endlessly in my head. There was no humour in his tone, no trace of malice or lies. He wasn’t the kind of man to twist stories for the sake of drama, especially not about Linda. But this? This was too much to wrap my head around.“Are you really sure this is true?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.Finn nodded, his expression serious. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He leaned against the wall, his shoulders slumping. “Right after Ralph died, her baby didn’t make it either. That’s not a coincidence, Dante. It’s hard not to suspect that this was all part of her plan.”The burden of his words hung between us, heavier than anything I had ever carried before. Linda? Linda, the woman who I thought I knew better than anyone? Could she really be capable of this? Could she…Goddess help me…be ruthless enough to kill her own child?I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it clung to me like smoke. “No. No, I can’t believe that.”F
ARIA'S POV The call from Finn came late in the evening, just as the world outside my window turned dark. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that sent a chill down my spine.“Aria, Linda’s baby didn’t make it,” he said suddenly.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “What… what did you just say?” I whispered, gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.“Linda lost the baby,” Finn continued. “And she’s making quite a scene. But, Aria, listen to me… you don’t have to feel guilty about this.”My mouth went dry. “I…I wasn’t…”But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Guilt had already taken a hold of me, tightening its grip with every word he spoke.Finn sighed, his voice softening. “I’m telling you this because I know how you think. Don’t let her manipulate you. She’s good at this… making herself the victim, drawing everyone in. You know this wasn’t your fault.”But how could it not feel like my fault? I could still hear Dante’s voice from earlier that day, blaming me for
DANTE'S POV Linda’s cries filled the hospital room like the stubborn pounding of a storm. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands clawing at her chest, her voice hoarse as she repeated the same words over and over again: “It’s my fault… it’s all on me… I listened to Ralph and I didn’t protect my child…”I just stood there, rooted to the spot, not sure of what to do or say. Finn’s words echoed in my mind, clear and steady: “The child wasn’t Silas’s, it was Ralph’s!” Those words refused to leave me, even as Linda’s cries grew louder, slicing through my thoughts.“Linda,” I finally said, my voice low, though it didn’t feel like my own. “You really need to stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”She shook her head violently, her hair whipping around her face as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. “No, Dante! You don’t get it! I should have done more! I should have protected my baby!” Her voice cracked, and she fell to her knees, clutching at my shirt. “Please… please don’t hate me
ARIA'S POV The room was heavy with silence after Kieran finished his story. The air felt thick, like it was holding onto the weight of his words. I just sat there, staring at him, my thoughts racing. The massacre, the betrayal, the loss of his family—how had he survived all of it? The Kieran sitting before me now, with his calm demeanor and sharp wit, seemed so far removed from the boy who had run for his life.I couldn’t imagine the pain, the guilt, or the fear he must have carried with him all these years. My heart ached for him, and I couldn’t stop myself from whispering, “I’m so sorry, Kieran.”He looked up at me then, his eyes soft but guarded. “Don’t be,” he said simply. “I don’t need pity.”“It’s not pity,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “It’s… it’s just that I can’t believe you’ve carried this alone for so long. You’ve been through so much, and yet you’re still… you.”His lips twitched into a faint smile. “And who is that?”“Someone who tries to make everyone else feel oka
KEIRAN'S POV It was a bright, cool morning, and the air smelled faintly of pine and earth. I remember walking to class with my bag hanging off one shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of my boots crunching against the gravel. Medical school wasn’t just a pursuit—it was my passion. My parents had always encouraged me, their belief in my potential steady as a heartbeat.“Medicine will teach you discipline,” my father often said, his deep voice filled with pride. “It’ll help you understand your people better, to care for them and to lead them.”I smiled at the memory as I walked into the lecture hall that day, the scent of coffee and ink carrying through the air. The room was filled with a quiet buzz of chatter, the sound of notebooks being flipped and pens clicking. It was just another ordinary day—or so I thought.The class had barely started when the teacher’s phone rang. His face, calm and focused just moments before, suddenly clouded over with tension. He glanced at me, then back
ARIA'S POV The room was too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you hear your own thoughts a little too loudly. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my fingers picking nervously at the blanket covering my lap. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a pale glow on the plain white walls. A faint antiseptic smell lingered in the air, and the soft beeping of monitors in nearby rooms broke the silence.I was still alone. The professor had left hours ago, and though I had tried to relax, I couldn’t stop replaying his words in my mind.“Kieran is our lost prince. And without him, our pack has been suffering.”My head was spinning. Was it really true? Was Kieran really the Alpha heir he described? And if so, why hadn’t he told me? I thought I knew him—or at least, I thought I was beginning to. But now… now I wasn’t so sure.I stared at my phone for what felt like forever, debating what to do. Should I reach out to him? Should I pretend nothing happened and wait for him to
ARIA'S POV The nurse’s voice trembled as she glanced nervously at the elderly man standing beside her. “Professor, I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said hesitantly, “but are you saying the man in the mask is Kieran? The Kieran we all know?”The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. I looked at the man she had called “Professor.” He had the kind of face that told a story—a face worn by years, with deep lines etched into his skin and eyes that carried a weight I couldn’t quite place. He had an air of authority about him, as though people listened when he spoke without question.I blinked, trying to process what was happening. The Kieran? What did that even mean? And why did it feel like there was so much I didn’t know?The professor’s gaze shifted to me, his piercing eyes studying my face as if searching for answers I wasn’t even sure I had. The nurse, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her excitement thinly veiled beneath her professional
KEIRAN'S POV The voice stopped me in my tracks, freezing my muscles as if someone had poured ice down my back. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to do.“Kieran? Is that really you?” the voice called again, louder this time. It was deep, commanding. A man’s voice. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my breathing steady. My whole body was tense, like a cornered animal.Why now? Why here?The sound of approaching footsteps made my heart pound harder. Whoever it was, they were coming closer—too close.“Kieran!” The voice was almost right behind me. Just then, I felt a strong hand grab my arm and I stiffened.“I knew it! It’s you!” The voice was sharp, filled with surprise, maybe even a bit of anger.Before I could think, I pulled my arm away and turned around, pushing the man back. He stumbled but didn’t fall, his eyes widening in shock.“Hey!” he shouted. “What’s your problem?”I didn’t wait for him to say anything else. My heart
KEIRAN’S POV Aria’s body hit the ground before I could stop her, crumpling like a puppet whose strings had been cut. I froze for half a second, my mind racing. What had just happened? My heart sank as I rushed to her side and knelt beside her, shouting her name.“Aria! Aria, stay with me!” I called, shaking her gently, but her eyes were closed, her face pale. The sound of her shallow, uneven breaths made my chest ache. She looked so fragile—too fragile.That’s when I saw it—the bite mark on her neck, red and swollen, with faint black streaks spreading out from it. My stomach twisted as realization hit me. The poisonous bats.“No, no, no,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My fingers were trembling as I touched the mark. The poison was spreading—fast. “Damn it, no.”She was still breathing, but it was weak. “Aria, you’re going to be okay. You hear me? Just…just hang in there.”Without a second thought, I leaned down and pressed my lips to the bite, sucking out as much of t
ARIA'S POV The cave was eerily quiet, and for the first time in hours, we weren’t moving. As I leaned against the damp rock wall, I was grateful for the chance to rest. My legs were on fire from all the crawling, and I didn’t realize how badly I needed a break until we stopped.“This is nice,” I mumbled, more to myself than to Kieran, who stood near the entrance of the passage. He was watching the path we had just crawled out from, scanning the shadows with his sharp gaze.“Don’t get too comfortable,” he replied, his tone serious. “We can’t stay here for long.”“Why not? It’s quiet,” I said, pulling my knees to my chest. “And my legs might actually fall off if I move right now.”Kieran sighed and turned towards me. “Aria, we don’t know what’s out here. This cave might feel safe, but it’s not. We need to find the sapphire and get out of this cursed place as soon as possible.”I groaned, resting my head on my knees. “Fine. Just five more minutes. Pretty please?”“You said that ten min
DANTE'S POV The room was still tense, even after the doctor left. Cynthia had asked the question we were all thinking, her voice sharp and full of disbelief: “Are you serious?” And Dr. Hayes had looked at her with that calm, clinical expression he always wore and said, “Yes. Memory loss is common in cases like this. Give her time. With the right care and support, she’ll probably get better.”But even as he said it, I could see the doubt in his eyes. We had taken Linda back to her room after that, her movements slow and her face blank, as if she wasn’t entirely there with us. She didn’t speak much, just stared at the walls while her parents fussed over her, trying to make her comfortable.I stayed in the corner, silent. What was I supposed to do? Finn was gone, off handling pack business, and it left me standing awkwardly in the shadows, watching this whole mess unravel.It was later that evening when the tension boiled over. Moss, one of the pack's senior healers, knocked softly o
DANTE'S POVThe room smelled like antiseptic and despair. It was small and cramped, with white walls that made everything feel colder. Linda lay still on the bed, her face pale against the hospital sheets. For days, we had been here, waiting, hoping. Her parents, Cynthia and Alpha Gregory of the Red Moon pack, hadn’t left her side. My mother, her eyes hollow from lack of sleep, stood behind them. The tension in the room was a living thing, heavy and suffocating.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Finn paced near the door, his boots scraping the floor. None of us spoke much. What could we say? Linda had been in this strange state since the fall and none of us understood what was happening.Just then, Linda stirred. It was barely a twitch at first—a flutter of her fingers. Cynthia gasped, clutching Gregory’s arm so hard he winced. My mother straightened, her hand flying to the silver pendant she always wore.“Linda?” Cynthia whispered, her v