Alaric’s POVThe study was silent, save for the occasional creak of the old wooden chair as Alaric leaned back. Brylon had just left, their plans set in motion. Sofia would leave tomorrow, taken to the safety of the lake house. The logical part of him knew it was the right thing to do. The wolf inside him, the part he shared with Luka, hated it."She’s ours," Luka growled, prowling in the depths of Alaric’s mind. We should be protecting her, not sending her away.“We are protecting her,” Alaric muttered, though the words felt hollow even as he said them."You’re protecting her by abandoning her?" Luka’s tone was sharp, laced with anger. "She’s scared, confused, and alone. And now you want to send her away from us. You’re failing her."“I’m keeping her alive,” Alaric snapped. “Do you think she’s safe here? She killed a pup, Luka. Half the pack would rip her apart if they found out. And Thorne—” He stopped himself, jaw tightening. The thought of Thorne even looking in Sofia’s direction
Sofia’s POVSofia woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar scent in the air, a soft, sweet fragrance that made her feel oddly at peace. She stretched, her body still feeling the ache of the previous day's emotional whirlwind, but there was something different today. Something new, something that felt a little more like herself, even if it was just the faintest flicker of hope.As she pushed herself up from the bed, her eyes fell on the clothes neatly laid out at the foot of the bed. They were simple, but undeniably elegant. A pair of black leggings, a soft gray sweater, and a loose, cozy scarf. She couldn’t help but smile a little, wondering who had placed them there. It wasn’t like she had asked for anything, but here it was, as though someone had anticipated her needs.A thought flashed through her mind. Had Alaric brought this for me? Her heart skipped a beat at the idea. Did he sneak into her room while she slept? Did he watch her as she slept peacefully, unaware? The thought ma
MARCUS' POVThe morning sunlight streaming through the windows didn’t bring peace. If anything, it made everything worse. I sat at my desk, my fingers tapping against the polished wood as the memories of that night replayed in my mind, sharper with every loop. I couldn’t escape them—couldn’t escape him.That boy. My godson. My best friend’s son.I clenched my jaw, feeling the familiar wave of anger rise in me. No matter how I tried to rationalize it, the outcome was always the same: the boy was dead, and Sofia was to blame.But what no one knew—what no one could ever know—was why I’d been there that night, chasing after him, my heart racing with panic and desperation.It had all started earlier that day. Thorne called me into his study with a look that told me something was wrong before he even opened his mouth.“Marcus,” he’d said, his tone colder than usual. “We have a problem.”Those four words hit me like a punch to the gut. When Thorne had a problem, it wasn’t something small or
Alaric’s POVI leaned against the doorframe of my bedroom, arms crossed, trying to shake off the restlessness that had plagued me since yesterday. Sofia had been all I could think about, her image burned into my mind like a brand. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—her soft curves, her delicate features, the way her skin glowed under the dim light of her room.Luka wasn’t helping.“She’s our mate,” he growled in the back of my mind, his voice full of longing and impatience. “We should claim her.”I ran a hand through my hair, groaning. He was relentless, constantly pushing me toward her, and if I was honest, I didn’t need much convincing. She was stunning, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.But now wasn’t the time. She was still reeling from everything that had happened, and throwing her into the deep end of our bond would only scare her off. Luka didn’t understand that, but I did.For now, I needed distance.I’d sent the maids out earlier to pick up a few things for her and
Sofia's POVBeing in Alaric’s room felt like stepping into another world. The moment I crossed the threshold I was surrounded by his scent a blend of pine and something rich and musky that made my head spin. It was warm and masculine yet somehow comforting all at once. The space itself was surprisingly tidy with dark furniture and a large bed covered in neatly arranged black sheets. A faint chill lingered in the air but it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver.It was him.Alaric.The way he looked as he stood in front of me shirtless with sweatpants hanging low on his hips his abs on full display. The sharp definition of his torso the way the muscles rippled with every small movement—it was almost too much to handle. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest each beat loud and insistent as heat pooled low in my belly.I tried not to stare but my gaze betrayed me lingering on the v-line that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. God help me he was beautiful. Every inch of him
Alaric's POVBeing in the same room as Sofia was torture, plain and simple. Every time she moved, every time she spoke, it was like a spark ignited something deep within me that refused to be extinguished. The scent of her, the way she looked at me with those wide, curious eyes—it drove me to the brink.I wanted her.No, that wasn’t quite it. I needed her.The urge to close the distance between us, to pull her into my arms, to press her soft body against mine—it was overwhelming. Luka, my wolf, wasn’t helping either. He was clawing at the edges of my mind, growling and pacing, his desire for our mate as wild and untamed as my own."Take her now," Luka urged. "Make her ours. She’s right there. She belongs to us."I clenched my fists, forcing him back. "No, Luka. Not now. Not like this. She’s not ready."But the longer she stayed, the harder it became to resist. My body burned with need, my thoughts clouded by images of her beneath me, crying out my name. It wasn’t just lust—it was the
Sofia's POVAfter the whirlwind of emotions in Alaric’s room, I felt like I needed to clear my head. I couldn’t believe the way my body reacted to him. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see the way his muscles flexed as he cleaned my wound, the intensity in his gaze when he spoke to me. My heart raced just thinking about it.How was it possible to feel this way about someone I barely knew? Alaric was... captivating. I found myself wishing he had leaned in, kissed me, claimed me in a way that made no sense but felt entirely natural. Shaking my head, I forced myself to stop.I needed a distraction.After pulling myself together, I decided a shower might help. As the warm water cascaded over me, I tried to push the thoughts of Alaric out of my mind, but they lingered, wrapping around me like a second skin.Once I was dressed and ready, I figured a walk might help. Alaric had mentioned I’d be going away later, and the idea of spending more time cooped up in my room didn’t sit well wit
Brylon's POVI burst through the doors of the sanatorium, Sofia limp in my arms. Lyra, our pack’s healer, looked up from her desk, her sharp eyes immediately narrowing on us. She rushed over, her usual calm demeanor replaced by concern.“What happened?” she asked as I carefully laid Sofia down on one of the beds.“I found her in the garden,” I said, stepping back to give her room. “She was on the ground in pain, crying out like she was being torn apart from the inside. Then she passed out.”Lyra wasted no time. Her hands moved with precision as she checked Sofia’s pulse and temperature, leaned in to examine her eyes, and pressed a stethoscope to her chest.“She seems stable for now,” Lyra muttered, frowning. “Her vitals are normal, but this kind of pain isn’t normal for a human. Did she say anything before passing out?”“No,” I replied. “Just screams and then silence.”Lyra leaned back, crossing her arms. “There’s something about this... Her symptoms remind me of how wolves behave jus
Three Years Later.The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lush green fields surrounding the pack's new home. The once-barren land now flourished, the earth rich with life, much like the bond between Alaric and Sofia. The house, built with stone and wood, sat at the edge of the forest, just far enough to feel the wildness but close enough to the pack’s heart. It was a symbol of their triumph, of their new beginning, and their unwavering strength as leaders.Sofia sat on the porch, a soft breeze ruffling her hair, as she watched her two pups playing in the yard. Sifa, the older of the two, bounded around with the energy of a small wolf, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. His fur, a deep, rich brown, gleamed under the sunlight, much like Alaric’s. Sara, a one-year-old bundle of joy, followed her brother’s every move, her golden curls bouncing as she tried to mimic his every action, though she was still finding her feet. Her laughter filled the air, a sound so
The day after the battle dawned clear and bright, the air cool but filled with the promise of a new beginning. The landscape before them, once marred by the carnage of war, now seemed to pulse with life, as if nature itself was rejoicing in the peace that had settled, albeit temporarily. The ground was still littered with the remnants of war—broken weapons, the bodies of fallen warriors—but in their midst stood something more powerful, something that couldn’t be erased: hope.Alaric and Sofia stood together, shoulder to shoulder, on the rise above the battlefield, watching as their people began to gather. Their pack, their family, was rebuilding, and a sense of unity hummed in the air. The battle was over, but the war was not the end. It was only the beginning of something bigger, something they had only begun to understand.Alaric's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, the weight of it a constant reminder of the burden he carried. His eyes, those intense blue eyes that had seen s
The once chaotic battlefield now lay in eerie silence. The sounds of growling, snarling, and clashing claws had faded, leaving only the sounds of heavy breaths and the occasional cry of the wounded. The scent of blood still hung thick in the air, mingling with the dust and smoke rising from the fire-lit remains of the battle. It was over. Thorne was dead, but the cost had been high.Alaric stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes scanning the field. His fur was matted with blood, some of it his own, some of it from the warriors who had fought against him. He had been at the center of the storm, leading his pack through the carnage, and now, with Thorne’s death, a semblance of peace had returned—at least for the moment.But peace was an illusion.As his eyes flickered over the fallen bodies of Thorne’s warriors, some who had fought fiercely, others who had simply been swept along in the madness of their leader’s ambition, Alaric couldn’t shake the weight of the future pressing down on him.
ALARIC'S POVThe battlefield had become a blur of motion and chaos. The scent of blood, sweat, and fear clung to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of adrenaline. Warriors fought in wolf form, their bodies flashing in the dim light, their howls and growls reverberating through the chaos. The air was thick with tension, the earth shaking beneath the ferocity of their battle.Alaric’s heart pounded as he moved through the battlefield, each step purposeful and calculated. His silver fur gleamed, an unspoken symbol of his power and dominance as the Eclipse Wolf. His eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the horizon, knowing the final showdown was approaching.In the distance, he saw him—Thorne. The leader of the enemy forces. His once-proud form was bloodied and battered, his fur matted and torn from the ongoing conflict, yet his eyes burned with the same fire of madness that had driven him to this point. Thorne had lost control over his army, and now, in the final moments of the battle, he s
The battle was chaos, a flurry of fur and fangs as warriors collided in wolf form, each one fighting with a ferocity born of survival and loyalty. The ground trembled beneath the thunder of paws, and the air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and fear. But amidst it all, Sofia's heart beat with a steady rhythm, her instincts sharp, her senses heightened as she fought beside Alaric.Her fur was dark, shimmering under the light of the moon as she darted through the battlefield, her mind focused on the task at hand—breaking through Thorne's ranks. Every time she pushed her claws into the earth, a surge of power rippled through her, her connection to her wolf form deepening as her strength grew.She caught a glimpse of Alaric ahead, his silver fur flashing as he tore through Thorne's forces. His eyes were focused, his movements calculated, a deadly force in their own right. The Eclipse Wolf had fully emerged within him, and with every strike, Alaric's dominance over the battlefield
Alaric’s POVThe air was thick with tension, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere that settled over the battlefield like a storm before the rain. I stood at the forefront of my forces, eyes scanning the horizon, searching for any sign of movement. My warriors were ready, their weapons sharp, their expressions determined, but the waiting was always the hardest part. It was a necessary evil, the calm before the chaos.Sofia stood beside me, her gaze equally sharp, though there was an unreadable depth in her eyes. She wasn’t just a warrior anymore. She had embraced something darker, something more powerful. Her dream abilities, her growing control over the shadows, had shifted the tides in our favor, but now, with the battle at hand, we would need to rely on more than just influence from afar."You’re ready," I said, my voice low, though my words were an attempt to reassure both of us. Sofia met my gaze, a slight nod confirming my words, though I could see the flicker of uncertainty behind her
Sofia's POVThe night before the battle felt heavier than the previous days combined. The weight of everything—our entire future, the future of the pack, and all those who had fought by our side—hung in the air like a thick, oppressive fog. It was a moment of quiet before the storm, but in that silence, I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, the steady rhythm of nerves and determination. Tomorrow would change everything, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.I stood outside the camp, away from the hustle of preparations, allowing myself a few moments of solitude. The night was cold, but the chill didn’t bother me. I was too caught up in the whirlwind of thoughts, doubts, and the growing unease that was gnawing at me. It was the feeling of knowing something was coming, something I couldn’t control, and the fear that I might not be able to handle it when it did.I could sense Alaric before I even heard his footsteps. The air shifted, and there was a presence at my side. He wasn’
Sofia’s POVThe night felt heavy, oppressive, as if the very air around us was thickening, suffocating. The calm before the storm, I thought, though it didn’t feel like calm at all. I had been walking around the camp for hours, unable to settle my mind. Too much had happened in too little time, and now everything seemed poised on the edge of breaking.Thorne was becoming more erratic by the day. His decisions were rash, his temper volatile. But it wasn’t just him—it was his army, too. I could feel the tremors of doubt creeping through their ranks, a quiet undercurrent that threatened to pull everything apart. His warriors were beginning to question, to falter. The cracks were widening, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to shatter everything.I felt Alaric before I saw him. His presence was like a weight in the air, grounding, comforting. He had become my anchor in this chaos, the one constant I could rely on, even when everything else seemed to be slipping through my fingers. His foots
Sofia's POVThe cold wind whipped across the plains, biting at my skin as I stood near the edge of the camp. The feeling of unease hadn’t left me for days, but tonight it felt heavier, more palpable. There was something about the stillness in the air, the way the sky seemed to stretch on forever without a single cloud to break the vast emptiness, that made it feel like we were on the cusp of something monumental. We were about to change everything, and yet, in my heart, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were teetering on the edge of disaster.I couldn’t help but glance toward the horizon, where the faintest glow of the setting sun reflected off the distant mountains. It was hard to reconcile the peaceful beauty of the scene with the violence we were about to face. I had always known that this day would come, that the battle against Thorne and his army would be inevitable, but it didn’t make the reality of it any easier to accept. In the past few days, I had pushed my fear aside, fo