Andrew’s POVElara’s gasp for air sent a fresh wave of panic through me. She clutched at her chest, her knees buckling. I held her up, her weight against me like a lifeline. She was white, her breaths shallow, and the fire that usually blazed bright within her flickered dangerously low.“Elara,” I said, my voice firm and yet desperate, “look at me. Stay with me.”She struggled to straighten but faltered again, and I caught her, my hold tighter this time. Her words, whispered just a moment before, replayed in my mind. The curse. It’s real.Of course, I already knew. I’d seen it with my own eyes—the inexplicable way she had saved my life not long ago. But I didn’t see it as a curse.“It’s not a curse, Elara,” I said firmly, my voice cutting into her shallow gasps.Her eyes flickered open, glassy and unsure.“It saved me,” I went on. “If that’s a curse, then I’d rather be damned a thousand times over. Don’t let him”—I jerked my head toward Jacob—“twist this into something it’s not.”Her
Elara’s POVThe roar shook the ground beneath us, and I staggered back, my heart pounding in my chest. Andrew reached for me, steadying me before I could fall.“What now?” he asked, his voice tense.The glow of the runes intensified, their light pulsating like a heartbeat. The air around us felt thick, oppressive, as if the spell itself were alive, reacting to our defiance.Jacob stood at the center of the circle, his expression twisted with glee. Caleb hovered behind him, a shadow of the man he once was—or at least the man I had thought he was.“Do you feel it?” Jacob called out, his voice dripping with malice. “The power of the circle grows stronger the more you resist. It feeds off your hope, your desperation. You’ll never break it.”I clenched my fists, anger surging through me. “We’ll see about that.”Andrew glanced at me, his expression grim but determined. “You have a plan?”I nodded, though the truth was, my plan was half-formed at best. My mind raced, searching for a way out.
Elara’s POVThe moment the barrier shattered, the air shifted. The oppressive weight of the spell lifted, replaced by the fresh feel of the night. My breath came in ragged gasps as I struggled to steady myself, the remnants of magic still tingling against my skin.Then, the howls rang out.A chorus of them, rising through the night like an unstoppable wave. The pack had heard us. They were coming. Relief surged through me—but it was short-lived.Jacob moved fast.One second, he was standing amidst the fading runes, his face contorted with rage. The next, he lunged.“ELARA, MOVE!” Andrew’s voice was raw with urgency.I barely had time to react before Jacob’s claws sliced through the air where I had been standing. I twisted away, my boots skidding against the dirt as I dropped into a defensive stance.His eyes gleamed with fury, his fangs bared in a snarl. The moment of triumph I had felt moments ago burned away under the heat of his rage.“You think you’ve won?” Jacob’s voice was low,
Elara’s POVThe ground trembled beneath my feet, a deep, guttural vibration that sent cracks racing through the earth. The darkness around us thickened. I could feel it—ancient, angry, and rising.I sucked in a sharp breath. My pulse thundered in my ears as I staggered back, my gaze locked on the widening fissure in the ground. A raw, unnatural energy evaporated from its depths, seeping into the air like smoke.Andrew moved to my side, his stance tense. His injuries barely seemed to register now, his focus entirely on the thing emerging from below.Jacob watched us with that same twisted smirk, his eyes glinting with triumph.“You should run,” he taunted. “Or stay. Either way, you’ll get to witness the return of something far greater than you.”I clenched my fists, rage burning through my veins. “What did you do, Jacob?”His chuckle sent a fresh wave of unease crawling down my spine. “I didn’t do anything, Elara. You did. The moment you broke the circle, you set it free.”A roar erupte
Andrew's POVThe second every trace of Jacob disappeared into the dark, I finally allowed myself to breathe. My body hurt, raw and bruised, barely holding together. But I pushed through the fatigue not wanting to appear weak. However, my mind, was a whole different story.Jacob's words stuck on me like a stain."That was just the beginning."A slow exhale escaped my lips, the cold of the night air biting at my exposed skin. Normally, I shouldn't feel the drop in temperature, but my body was already too tired to resist. Every muscle in my body screamed, but I refused to acknowledge the pain. Pain meant I was still standing. Still breathing. And right now, that was all that mattered.I shifted slightly, my gaze going to Elara. She stood rigid, her face pale beneath the moonlight, staring at the spot where Jacob had vanished. Her hands trembled at her sides, whether from exhaustion, shock, or something else entirely, I couldn't tell.“Elara,” I whispered, reaching for her.She didn't mov
Elara’s POVI never thought of myself as a possessive person. I never had anything worth possessing. But standing there, my body still throbbing, my breath still ragged from the fight, and watching Rhea fling herself into Andrew’s arms like he was her whole world—something in me turned. Anger. It was hot and sudden, searing beneath my ribs like liquid fire. And at that moment, all I wanted to do is give Rhea a taste of the pain I felt.The whole pack was staring.They stood silently as Rhea clung to him, her hands roaming over his arms, his chest, like she had the right. Like she owned him. Her voice was soft, frantic, filled with worship. "Andrew, you’re injured. You shouldn’t be standing! You need to lie down—"My fingers curled into fists. My nails dug into my palms, sharp enough to sting.Where was all this concern when he was on the ground, bleeding out? Where were these people when Jacob stood over him, ready to take his life?I know Jacob had used some tricks to make sure tha
Andrew’s POVElara stormed off, her figure vanishing behind the line of trees ahead, her anger practically obvious to all. I stood frozen for a moment, watching the tension in her shoulders, the sharpness of her movements. Something inside me twisted—an emotion I couldn't truly put a name on.I should’ve gone after her immediately, but the pressure of my pack’s stares held me back.Rhea’s arms were still looped around mine. The moment I became aware of it, I pulled away, her touch suddenly unbearable. She hesitated for a second before dropping her hand, her lips pressing together in a pout.“She shouldn't be allowed to speak to us in that manner,” Michael muttered, his voice edged with irritation.“Yes,” the gammas murmured in agreement, nodding in unison.“She’s nothing but a cursed wolf,” another interjected. “Rejected by her own pack. How dare she act like she’s one of us?”A growl built in my throat, low and warning, but I swallowed it down. I clenched my jaw instead, my nails dig
Elara's POVThe moment I stepped into the pack house, I made a beeline for my room. My hands trembled as I pushed the door shut behind me, leaning against it for support. My breath came in shallow, uneven bursts.What did I just do?My heart still pounded from the confrontation outside. I had given Andrew’s pack a piece of my mind, my words sharp and direct. The fury that had driven me was raw, but now, in the quiet solitude of my room, doubt crawled in.I clenched my fists, squeezing my eyes shut.Did I go too far?I shook my head. No. They deserved every word I spat at them. Their nonchalance had nearly cost us our lives, and if they refused to acknowledge their incompetence, I had no problem rubbing it in their faces.Still, I couldn’t ignore the worry pressing on my chest. Hate had already poisoned the air around me, and now I had likely poured gasoline on an already raging fire.With a sigh, I pushed away from the door and collapsed onto my bed, face-first. The mattress did littl
Andrew’s POVElara hit the ground hard, her body bouncing like a rag doll. Dust kicked up around her as she gasped for air, her arms trembling as she tried to push herself up. Her lip was split, blood trailing down her chin, but she didn’t cry out.She was stubborn, I’d give her that.Max stepped back, barely panting. He hadn’t even gone full force. I knew it. She knew it. And from the way the other warriors shifted on their feet, they knew it too.“Elara,” I said, my voice cold.She lifted her head, her green eyes flashing with raw emotions like Pain, frustration, and anger.Good.I crouched beside her, lowering my voice so only she could hear.“This is going to happen again,” I said. “Over and over. Until you get up and fight like you mean it.”Her fingers curled into fists. It's been about an hour since I paired her up with Max and the results were… tragic.“I am fighting,” she muttered.If that's what she calls fighting, I will be damned. It was like watching a lion toying with it
Andrew's POVIt's been a few hours since I gathered all the warriors in my pack to train. For the first time in a long while, I decided to conduct the training myself.The training grounds smelled of damp earth and sweat. The scent of adrenaline filled the air, thick with the preparation for a battle that was sure to come.Everyone seemed to be doing just fine. They soaked up my lessons like sponges in water except for one person.Elara.She seemed to struggle with everything that was thrown at her. Literally.“Are you sure, she will be fine?” Michael asked as we both watched struggling with a dummy that was used for training to substitute for actual people.I scowled. “She has to be fine. She is my mate.” I was already tired of seeing her howl in pain while shaking her hand vigoriously, whenever she threw a punch at the wooden dummy. She was a wolf for crying out loud. “You of all people should know I don't tolerate weakness. In any form.”When I convinced her to start training yeste
Andrew’s POVAs Michael walked in, I couldn't help but be irritated with him. We were in a middle of meeting when he suddenly left without giving me any detailed information on where he was going.Not that I was complaining about what the few hours of alone time with my mate in the office led up to.At least it helped quell her fear a little and allowed her to agree to training with me. She was one hell of a nut to crack.Not long after she left, he knocked on my door as if he was waiting for her to leave. I was sitting behind my desk, when he let himself in. I considered him more of a friend than anything but he was still my beta and I felt the urge to rattle him a little. The moment he was inside, I pinned him with my best piercing gaze as I rested my elbows on the polished wood, my fingers loosely clasped together. The best fucking look of calm. Making sure my face didn't betray any emotions. I knew he felt uncomfortable when I got like this.A beat of silence stretched between
Elara's POVWithout so much as a knock, I pushed the door to my room open to fid Lora lying on my bed. She had a far away look on face that made me think of a deer, comfortable in its home.She looked soothed. But my bed? Not so much. It looked rumpled and in disarray. It seemed some good shit went down here.A blind man could easily tell even though she was clothed.“Well, well.” I began. “Someone looks happy.” I had already accosted Michael trying to get out him what he had been up to, but he was adamant.I didn't need him to tell me the obvious. It was all over him, as much as he tried to play it cool.“Why wouldn't I be?” Lora asked sitting up. “I just had the most fantastic time of my life.”Hmmm. That much was obvious. Taking a good look at her, I could see how flushed she looked. Gone was the pale look she had when I left her in a hurry this morning for the meeting with Andrew.Speaking of which, I was grateful Michael was too busy to interrupt the way Andrew tried to convin
Michael’s POVThe hallway was quiet, except for the faint drone of voices drifting from the lower levels of the packhouse.I ran a hand through my hair as I stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, my body still humming with the aftermath of what had just happened. Lora’s scent lingered on my skin, a reminder of the sacred moment we just spent together.I have officially marked her. Lora has a mate. And it was me.It took everything in me to steady my breathing, and to push back the powerful need to go back, and spend some more time with her. My wolf couldn't get enough of her. I could feel his annoyance about leaving my mate back there. As much as I wanted to follow my animal instincts, I couldn’t.Not now.Andrew was waiting. And he was sure to ask questions. I had left in the middle of a meeting with his mate.The memory seemed so distant now though it was just a few hours ago.I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders as I forced myself forward.I had a job to do. I wonder what ha
Lora’s POVMichael’s lips hovered just inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. The kiss we’d just shared had left me lightheaded, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.I wanted more. I felt too hot in my clothes. I wanted the fire that had erupted inside me and managed to lit my mons quenched.It was only him that could do it.His hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek with a tenderness that made my chest ache. “Lora…” His voice was rough, uncertain, as if he was still trying to hold back.I didn’t want him to.I had spent too much time second-guessing, too much time wondering if he wanted me or if he saw me as a mistake. But there was no hesitation in the way he looked at me now. No doubt in the way his body leaned into mine, drawn by something stronger than logic, stronger than our backgrounds.So, I did what I’d wanted to do from the moment I realized he was mine. I closed the space betwe
Michael’s POVI stood outside Elara’s room, staring at the door like it might attack me.This was stupid. I should turn around and walk away. Pretend like I was never here.But I couldn’t.Not after the way I treated her last night.Lora.The name echoed in my mind like a whisper and a war drum all at once.I exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of my neck.This was the right thing to do.I had to apologize.So, before my cowardice won, I raised my fist and knocked.Silence.Then, I knocked again, a little harder this time before I heard soft footsteps. A pause.The door creaked open.And there she was.Lora.Her dark eyes met mine, widening slightly before she schooled her features into something unreadable.“Michael.”Her voice was careful, controlled. Not cold, but not warm either.Not that I blamed her.“What are you doing here?” she asked , her voice cold. I hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Can I come in?” “Why?”My jaw tightened slightly. “I need to talk to you.”Why was
Lora's POVI sat alone in Elara’s room, the silence hanging over me like a dark cloud. The air still held traces of her presence—the faint scent of pine and something else uniquely hers. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before letting out a slow breath. I always felt safe around her.But now we had a new problem on our hands.The prophecy.I could still see the haunted look in her eyes when she spoke about it. Whatever she dreamt of was really scary to have her in that shape. The pressure of it weighed down on her like a heavy boulder, and for good reason. If the blood moon truly meant what she feared, then none of us were safe. But thinking about it now wouldn't change anything. I wasn't Elara. I had no part in the prophecy, no role in whatever destiny had chosen for her.But there was no way I was going to let her face it all alone. When the time is right, I would do what I must.So I decided to temporarily forget about the prophecy and Blood Moon. Instead, my mind dr
Andrew’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Michael, leaving me alone with Elara. She was still sitting stiffly in the chair, arms crossed, a deep line between her brows.How much more of this insolence I could take, I didn't know. But somehow she knew how to push my buttons and get me all reeled up.But she is afraid. And my wolf does not appreciate it. I need to take it easy with her.I exhaled slowly. Michael had left because he knew this conversation wasn’t going anywhere. But I didn’t have the freedom of walking away. Not when it was my mate staring back at me with fire in her eyes and doubt in her heart.“Alright,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “No more yelling. No more commands. Just listen.”She scoffed but didn’t interrupt. Progress.I stood up from my seat and walked around my desk slowly as I made my way to her.When I was a feet away from her, I began.. “You know why I won’t let this go, Elara?”She lifted her chin. “Because you think I’m weak?”Weak? How could she say such