The camp descended into chaos as arrows shot through the air, taking down rogues effortlessly. I was on the altar, my wrists bleeding from thorny vines, and my head spun from Kain's potion. His blood dripped from the arrow lodged in his shoulder, warm and sticky, while his furious voice reverberated in my mind “You’re mine now!” But he had no chance to assert his claim. Shadows rushed from the trees, swift and deadly, their blades glinting in the firelight. Nightfang scouts. I recognized their precise, disciplined movements even with my mind clouded.Kain snarled and yanked the arrow from his shoulder, but the scouts were already upon him. I rolled off the altar, hitting the wet ground hard, mud splattering into my wounds. Pain coursed through me, but I crawled away, panicked. A rogue lunged at me, claws outstretched, only to be struck down by an arrow to the throat. He collapsed beside me, convulsing, and I scrambled back, heart racing. The scouts were not here to save me they were h
As the wolf’s howl diminished, Damon’s voice sliced through the pandemonium. “Stand down!” he commanded, causing the attacking beast to halt, snarling yet compliant. I pressed my hands against the wound in my chest, blood slipping through my fingers where Sienna had clawed me. Kade retreated with his sword still drawn, while Sienna shot a furious glare my way. Damon’s cold golden gaze locked onto me. “She’s mine,” he declared with finality. “Take her.”Before I could argue, Kade seized my chains and yanked me upright. My legs trembled, the venom still seething in my veins, but he was indifferent. He dragged me toward the packhouse, Sienna stalking closely behind, her claws clicking on the ground. The outpost flashed by towers, torches, wolves watching us and soon we descended a stone staircase into the depths of the building, where the air turned damp and chilly, with moss-slick walls. Kade thrust me into a small, dark cell with a rusty grate for a door. He unshackled my wrists, and I
Zoe POVThe odor of blood was everywhere, smelling accordingly. It was thick and suffocating I almost choked, settling in the air, on my skin, and on the tored remnants of my battle wears. The agonizing and painful cries of my packmates sounds through the burning village, their suffering hitting me like a dagger. This wasn’t a mere damage; it was a slaughter.I held my grip on my dagger, my hands dripping with blood some of it mine, some not mine. My body was soaked and injured, but I had no time to dwell on the pain,not now. My heart raced so fast as I surveyed the spoiles surrounding me. My people were falling rapidly and dangerously. The warriors I had trained with, the elders who had offered wisdom to us, the children who once played safely in our land all brutally killed like fowls.Then I spotted him.Lucien.My uncle stood at the edge of the battlefield, his silver hair shinning in the moonlight, wearing a cold, mocking smirk all over. Anger and disbelief twisted in my stomach
Zoe’s POV As I lay on the cold, wet ground, the world began fading in and out of focus. My mind was clouded by blood loss and the damages of recent events, struggling to accept reality reality, but my thoughts slip away like grains of sand. What was happening?A low growl was Heard through the clearing, sharp and threatening. Damon’s wolf ran over me, his golden eyes narrowing as they assessed my battered and weak state. My heart raced violently, so fast in my chest as I tried to summon the energy to sit up. I couldn’t reveal my weakness. Not now,not ever.But I was weak. My body betrayed me as I felt the poison from my wounds coursing beneath my skin, my vision blurry once more.Damon’s wolf stepped closer, the ground shaking beneath him. His gaze remained fixed on me, radiating the aura of a being who was fully aware of his power, who felt untouchable in this world. I had never felt so small, so vulnerable and helpless.I willed myself to speak, my voice barely a whisper, “W-What
Zoe’s POV As I followed Damon through the dark forest, every step felt agonizing with pain and maybe regrets. My body throbbed with pain, my wounds protesting calling for help, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving without fuse. Weakness was a luxury I couldn't afford not here not now, not in the ruthless territory of the Nightfang Pack.The air thickened as we walked, the trees moving overhead, casting shadows that covered us. I sensed eyes on me dozens of them. Hidden wolves watched from the darkness, patiently stalking, waiting for command. The scent of power and dominance hung heavily in the air, oppressive and stifling. I had stepped directly into the lair of monsters, home of monsters actually.And their Alpha was guiding me towards my fate.Nightfang’s packhouse stood ahead, looking like a fortress dark, foreboding, massive. My stomach twisted with anxiety. My father’s pack had been formidable, but nothing compared to this one.“Alpha.”A man emerged from the shadows as we re
Zoe’s POV Pain became my constant companion day by day.The moment I regained consciousness, sore and battered in my whole body, two enforcers dragged me from the cold, dim servant quarters. Their grips on my arms felt like iron, lifting me to my feet before I could even gather my thoughts and strength.“Time to show your worth, stray,” one of them said mockingly as he dragged me forward.I stumbled and fell, the world briefly blurring from exhaustion. Every part of my body throbbed from the severe beating I'd endured the day before, but rest was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not now.Sienna awaited me in the training grounds, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face."Look who’s still alive," she said, shaking her head. "I thought you’d sneak away in the night."I remained silent any response seemed pointless.Her smile widened. "Not talking, huh? Good. Let’s see how long that lasts."Thrown Into the ChaosThe warriors of the Nightfang Pack were merciless. They trained with an intens
Zoe’s POV Pain shadowed me.By dawn, my body was nothing but bruises and weary limbs. The servant quarters were already vacant when I forced myself upright, every inch of me aching from the previous day’s abuse.The Nightfang Pack had no notion of rest. And for a stray like me, mercy was non-existent.I stumbled to the kitchen, my head swimming, my stomach empty. I hadn’t eaten properly for days. Even the Omegas those ranked below the warriors refused to acknowledge my presence,like I was a pig actually.I was invisible to them all.And they intended to keep it that way.The morning was unforgiving.Sienna ensured I received the worst tasks scrubbing floors until my fingers bled, carrying heavy sacks that made my bruised ribs scream in protest, fetching water repeatedly as if she relished seeing my struggle.Then came breakfast.The Omegas gathered around a long wooden table, plates piled high, their laughter ringing in the warm kitchen. The aroma of fresh bread and roasted meat made
I stumbled forward, my legs shaking as the forest covered me. The Nightfang Pack had expelled me, Sienna’s mocking laughter echoing in my ears as the gates slammed shut behind me. My body protested every cut, bruise, and aching muscle begged me to stop,begged me to rest,but how would I rest when I'm in danger. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and an undeniable danger. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, my blood-soaked clothes clinging to my skin like a second layer of despair.The darkness surrounded me, oppressive and alive. Then I heard a low snarl breaking the stillness. My heart raced. I turned, eyes wide, scanning the shadows. More growls joined the first, growing louder and closer. Shapes flitted between the trees, thin and sharp, like skeletal figures cloaked in fur. Rogues. These weren’t the organized foes I had faced before, but feral ones wild, starving, with eyes glowing madly that twisted my stomach with something un
As the wolf’s howl diminished, Damon’s voice sliced through the pandemonium. “Stand down!” he commanded, causing the attacking beast to halt, snarling yet compliant. I pressed my hands against the wound in my chest, blood slipping through my fingers where Sienna had clawed me. Kade retreated with his sword still drawn, while Sienna shot a furious glare my way. Damon’s cold golden gaze locked onto me. “She’s mine,” he declared with finality. “Take her.”Before I could argue, Kade seized my chains and yanked me upright. My legs trembled, the venom still seething in my veins, but he was indifferent. He dragged me toward the packhouse, Sienna stalking closely behind, her claws clicking on the ground. The outpost flashed by towers, torches, wolves watching us and soon we descended a stone staircase into the depths of the building, where the air turned damp and chilly, with moss-slick walls. Kade thrust me into a small, dark cell with a rusty grate for a door. He unshackled my wrists, and I
The camp descended into chaos as arrows shot through the air, taking down rogues effortlessly. I was on the altar, my wrists bleeding from thorny vines, and my head spun from Kain's potion. His blood dripped from the arrow lodged in his shoulder, warm and sticky, while his furious voice reverberated in my mind “You’re mine now!” But he had no chance to assert his claim. Shadows rushed from the trees, swift and deadly, their blades glinting in the firelight. Nightfang scouts. I recognized their precise, disciplined movements even with my mind clouded.Kain snarled and yanked the arrow from his shoulder, but the scouts were already upon him. I rolled off the altar, hitting the wet ground hard, mud splattering into my wounds. Pain coursed through me, but I crawled away, panicked. A rogue lunged at me, claws outstretched, only to be struck down by an arrow to the throat. He collapsed beside me, convulsing, and I scrambled back, heart racing. The scouts were not here to save me they were h
I trembled in the pit, mud smeared across my skin, the chill sinking into my bones. The scratch on my cheek burned, blood dripping into the muck below, but that was nothing compared to the agony in my leg. The venom from the rogue's bite throbbed through me, fiery and brutal, making my entire body shake. Above me, Kain loomed like a twisted monarch, his scarred visage illuminated by the flickering flames. His threat echoed in my mind "Serve me, or I’ll let them have you." The rotting meat he’d discarded lay beside me, its stench turning my stomach. I longed to scream, to fight my way out, but I was barely able to move.His rogues circled the pit, their eyes sparkling with hunger. I glared up at Kain, my chest rising and falling heavily. "I’d rather die," I spat, my voice hoarse but unwavering. Each word sent pain tearing through me, but I refused to submit. Not now. Not ever.Kain let out a low, cruel laugh that sliced through the night. "A defiant little thing, aren’t you?" he said,
I stumbled forward, my legs shaking as the forest covered me. The Nightfang Pack had expelled me, Sienna’s mocking laughter echoing in my ears as the gates slammed shut behind me. My body protested every cut, bruise, and aching muscle begged me to stop,begged me to rest,but how would I rest when I'm in danger. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and an undeniable danger. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, my blood-soaked clothes clinging to my skin like a second layer of despair.The darkness surrounded me, oppressive and alive. Then I heard a low snarl breaking the stillness. My heart raced. I turned, eyes wide, scanning the shadows. More growls joined the first, growing louder and closer. Shapes flitted between the trees, thin and sharp, like skeletal figures cloaked in fur. Rogues. These weren’t the organized foes I had faced before, but feral ones wild, starving, with eyes glowing madly that twisted my stomach with something un
Zoe’s POV Pain shadowed me.By dawn, my body was nothing but bruises and weary limbs. The servant quarters were already vacant when I forced myself upright, every inch of me aching from the previous day’s abuse.The Nightfang Pack had no notion of rest. And for a stray like me, mercy was non-existent.I stumbled to the kitchen, my head swimming, my stomach empty. I hadn’t eaten properly for days. Even the Omegas those ranked below the warriors refused to acknowledge my presence,like I was a pig actually.I was invisible to them all.And they intended to keep it that way.The morning was unforgiving.Sienna ensured I received the worst tasks scrubbing floors until my fingers bled, carrying heavy sacks that made my bruised ribs scream in protest, fetching water repeatedly as if she relished seeing my struggle.Then came breakfast.The Omegas gathered around a long wooden table, plates piled high, their laughter ringing in the warm kitchen. The aroma of fresh bread and roasted meat made
Zoe’s POV Pain became my constant companion day by day.The moment I regained consciousness, sore and battered in my whole body, two enforcers dragged me from the cold, dim servant quarters. Their grips on my arms felt like iron, lifting me to my feet before I could even gather my thoughts and strength.“Time to show your worth, stray,” one of them said mockingly as he dragged me forward.I stumbled and fell, the world briefly blurring from exhaustion. Every part of my body throbbed from the severe beating I'd endured the day before, but rest was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not now.Sienna awaited me in the training grounds, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face."Look who’s still alive," she said, shaking her head. "I thought you’d sneak away in the night."I remained silent any response seemed pointless.Her smile widened. "Not talking, huh? Good. Let’s see how long that lasts."Thrown Into the ChaosThe warriors of the Nightfang Pack were merciless. They trained with an intens
Zoe’s POV As I followed Damon through the dark forest, every step felt agonizing with pain and maybe regrets. My body throbbed with pain, my wounds protesting calling for help, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving without fuse. Weakness was a luxury I couldn't afford not here not now, not in the ruthless territory of the Nightfang Pack.The air thickened as we walked, the trees moving overhead, casting shadows that covered us. I sensed eyes on me dozens of them. Hidden wolves watched from the darkness, patiently stalking, waiting for command. The scent of power and dominance hung heavily in the air, oppressive and stifling. I had stepped directly into the lair of monsters, home of monsters actually.And their Alpha was guiding me towards my fate.Nightfang’s packhouse stood ahead, looking like a fortress dark, foreboding, massive. My stomach twisted with anxiety. My father’s pack had been formidable, but nothing compared to this one.“Alpha.”A man emerged from the shadows as we re
Zoe’s POV As I lay on the cold, wet ground, the world began fading in and out of focus. My mind was clouded by blood loss and the damages of recent events, struggling to accept reality reality, but my thoughts slip away like grains of sand. What was happening?A low growl was Heard through the clearing, sharp and threatening. Damon’s wolf ran over me, his golden eyes narrowing as they assessed my battered and weak state. My heart raced violently, so fast in my chest as I tried to summon the energy to sit up. I couldn’t reveal my weakness. Not now,not ever.But I was weak. My body betrayed me as I felt the poison from my wounds coursing beneath my skin, my vision blurry once more.Damon’s wolf stepped closer, the ground shaking beneath him. His gaze remained fixed on me, radiating the aura of a being who was fully aware of his power, who felt untouchable in this world. I had never felt so small, so vulnerable and helpless.I willed myself to speak, my voice barely a whisper, “W-What
Zoe POVThe odor of blood was everywhere, smelling accordingly. It was thick and suffocating I almost choked, settling in the air, on my skin, and on the tored remnants of my battle wears. The agonizing and painful cries of my packmates sounds through the burning village, their suffering hitting me like a dagger. This wasn’t a mere damage; it was a slaughter.I held my grip on my dagger, my hands dripping with blood some of it mine, some not mine. My body was soaked and injured, but I had no time to dwell on the pain,not now. My heart raced so fast as I surveyed the spoiles surrounding me. My people were falling rapidly and dangerously. The warriors I had trained with, the elders who had offered wisdom to us, the children who once played safely in our land all brutally killed like fowls.Then I spotted him.Lucien.My uncle stood at the edge of the battlefield, his silver hair shinning in the moonlight, wearing a cold, mocking smirk all over. Anger and disbelief twisted in my stomach