Elara's POVI couldn't get the confrontation with Andrew out of my brain. In a weird way, he'd cut me open and left all my insecurities bleeding, but there was still more, hints of something unsaid, of something in his eyes. I couldn't tell if it was pity or frustration, but it was a ghost, following me as I stepped through the pack house.I tried to keep my head down, avoiding the prying eyes of the others. My status as the outsider, the cursed wolf, stayed with me like a scar. Even breathing wrong around these wolves could spell disaster. But Andrew’s words stuck with me: “You’re not strong enough.”Much as I hated to admit, maybe he was right. Perhaps I was too weak for this world. But what was the alternative? Grimshade pack had taken everything I had before I came here. All I had left was to survive, and I wasn't going to let anyone take that, too.I got lost in thought, and almost didn't catch the low murmurings from one of the meeting rooms. The door was ajar, the voices in the
Elara's POVThe room smelled of old paper and dust-a quiet place, far away from the continuous buzz of pack activity. I did not have any business being here. And yet, here I was, thumbing through brittle pages of ledgers and records.I had told myself it was curiosity, but inside, I knew it was desperation. Answers had to be somewhere, didn't they?What I overheard between Andrew and Michael didn't sit too well. They referred to me -like some scapegoat, a chess piece to be moved at every whim. But there was something beneath that, something left unsaid but very pronounced. And I was going to find it.My fingers brushed against an old leather-bound journal tucked between thick volumes of pack history. I opened it, feeling the spine creak, and revealed spidery handwriting that was decades old. These pages spoke of some "Blood Moon curse" with a very unclear origin and of some kind of artifact called Owlshard.My fingers stroked the word "Owlshard," as though touching it would somehow dr
Elara's POVStumbling out of the records room, my head reeled from the after-effect of Andrew's kiss. The tips of my fingers were touching my lips involuntarily as a result of that shared moment, which remained a blur even after. What the hell happened? I felt my racing heartbeat. And now, his words: You're trouble, Elara.Trouble, which barely described it.I shook my head, trying to clear the haze, and made my way toward the pack house's back exit. I needed fresh air. The cold night welcomed me with open arms, and I inhaled deeply, letting the crispness sting my lungs. The moon hung low, casting long shadows across the clearing.It wasn't until I was halfway across the yard that I noticed something was off. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I froze, scanning the darkness. A rustle to my left. A faint growl to my right.I wasn't alone.They materialized, it seemed, out of nowhere; four wolves in huge masses, the light of moonshine showing the menace they held in their eyes
Elara's POVThe pack house loomed ahead. With every step, my heart still hammered in my chest, the adrenaline refusing to seep away however far Mara and her wolves had retreated. I should have felt safe, should have felt relieved, but all I could think of was her.Rhea.The way she stood beside Andrew, the unspoken connection between them, made my skin crawl. She bothered me far more than the wolves snarling in preparation for an attack did. And I hated it.I gritted my teeth and made myself focus ahead. The tension had sucked all the energy from my body, yet I couldn't let myself stop, not until I could shut out the world and at least try to reason out this crazy life of mine.The sound of footsteps in a rush stopped me. Voices behind me, raised before I could turn."You can't keep covering for her, Andrew," one said. There was accusation obvious in the tone of this man.I turned round slowly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. A little crowd had collected, their faces li
Elara's POVMy heart hammered in my chest, not from fear, but from something rawer, sharper—jealousy and anger. It pushed at me, threatening to spill out like a dam about to burst. She was beautiful in the effortless way that made you hate her just a little—dark hair cascading in perfect waves, eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.She pouted, but there was a look of satisfaction in her eyes, like she’d achieved exactly what she wanted.“I was just joking,” she said innocently.Andrew’s jaw tightened, and he turned to me, a look of frustration crossing his face. “Elara, go inside.”Inside. Away from the prying eyes of the pack and the smug smirk plastered across Rhea’s face. But I wasn’t ready to leave just yet.“Why?” I demanded, my voice steady but low, carrying the weight of the storm that was inside me. “So your friend here can keep throwing jabs at me while I’m not around?”Rhea gasped, feigning shock. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I thought y
Andrew's POVAnger snapped through the air like a live wire-hot, dangerous. I was pacing my study, my fists firmly at my sides. It was claustrophobic in here; the walls were closing in while my thoughts spiraled inside my brain. Michael stood leaning against the door frame in the corner, his expression unreadable. It was the casual way he stood that finally set my anger ablaze.“How the hell did this happen?" I exploded, sharply turning myself back around to face him.Michael's brow rose, and his lips quivered with what I suspected, to be amusement. "You'll have to be more specific, Andrew. What do you think?”"Elara!" I said, my voice a little higher than I had intended. "How could the pack rally in an attack against her when you're supposed to be there keeping an eye on them?"He shrugged-a maddeningly indifferent motion. "Perhaps because she does not belong here, and they know it.".It led to an uncomfortable silence in the room, my chest heaving as I fought to control my breath.I
Andrew's POVCrossing back to the window, I watched through the curtain, my hands clutched on the edge such that some fabric tore off. Below, Elara stood at the center of a circle of my pack members. Her shoulders hunched, her hair stuck to her face as she mopped the muddy training grounds. Voices rose around her, mocking, and laughing."You missed a spot, witch," said one jeeringly.Another kicked water over her clean patch, laughing as the mud splashed her legs.But she didn't say a word.My jaw clenched. This was not the Elara I knew. The Elara I knew would have fought back, her words flying through the air like knives-sharp, cold, deadly-deadmise dancing in her eyes. She didn't take a problem with fighting against me, challenging my authority whenever she got the chance. But now? She said nothing. She just stood there, taking their jeers.Why?The question filled my mind, annoying and unrelenting. My frustration swelled in my chest, mixed with the growing anger toward my pack. Cru
Elara's POVThe silence in my room was deafening; the weight of my thoughts was my only companion. I sat cross-legged on the small cot, my fingers tracing the rough fibers in the blanket, staring at the wall.No different was Andrew's pack from Grimshade, I thought sourly. Cruelty, it would appear, goes wherever I go. The laughter from earlier still rang in my ears, each jeer slicing deeper than I should let it.Part of me wondered where I got the right from, caring in the first place. This wasn't my home, it wasn't my people. Yet their words still got under my skin. The way they looked at me though-like I was something dirty, something less … it was too familiar. It brought me back to Grimshade, to nights spent nursing bruises and swallowing my pride.Was I better off here?My door suddenly flew open, banging backward against the wall, sending me upright; my heart shot up in my throat, as I clenched my fists ready for another attack.Andrew leaned on the doorway, casual in his pose,
Elara’s POVThe tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. After the council had made their decision, it felt almost irreversible.But then Andrew stood at the center of it all—torn, conflicted, silent when I needed him loud. His hesitation was a wound that cut deeper than the accusations against me.Apart from the time he spoke up about me being watched closely, he hadn't said much. Not that it mattered now.I didn’t have time to dwell on it. There was so much to think about than a broken bond and a falling relationship.Three days. That was all I had before the trial, and I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for them to decide my fate.I needed answers. And I needed them fast. It's a good thing I enlisted the help of Micheal and Lora. With me under the kind of scrutiny I was, it would be difficult to look into certain matters without getting in trouble.It seems the troublesome duo didn't account for the fact that I would still have people willing to assist despite the accus
Andrew’s POVThe council chamber was suffocating. I can't remember the last time I had entered this place.If I was being sincere, it was probably my father died and I kicked Mara out. The council wanted to put me under trial but after some thought, they dropped everything.The former alpha had been acting off in recent times but none of them had the gal to call him out.I just had to take matters in my hands.I stood at the front, Elara beside me, but we felt miles apart. She hadn’t looked at me since last night. Not really. Not the way she used to.I didn’t blame her. I kind of—okay I actually let her down when I couldn't back her up when she needed me.But then I was still confused about how I felt about her. The bond between us was broken, and I felt the absence of it like a missing limb. But that wasn’t an excuse for my silence. I should have fought harder for her.I would. I had to. At least to make for yesterday. I just hope this turns out. At the end, It was my fault we were h
Elara’s POVI turned to Andrew. He had supported me earlier. I was counting on that support again. I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I just knew he would defend me, even though our mate bond was history.Even now, with the weight of Mara’s accusations pressing against my ribs like a vice, I thought—no, hoped—he would stand by me.At least for old times sake, he would stand beside me on this matter. But when I met his eyes, my stomach dropped.He looked at me, but not the same way he looked normally looked at me. I admit that ever since I broke our mate bond, I've been avoiding him but it was not like something I wanted.It was either that or cry over what was lost and I was done crying. And I hoped he understood but it was obvious he didn't. Hiving him a good look since the day I made the sacrifice, I noticed he had changed over the past few days. He didn't come to find me, he hadn't said anything to me even though I tried to stay away. But that aside, staring into his eyes, I wa
Elara’s POVThe room fell into stunned silence immediately the words fell from Mara's lips.Mara’s words hung in the air like a curse. How the hell did she know? I made sure no one was wiser about the incident.In fact it turned out to favor me even though I had to take the poison to save the pack.But I knew no matter how I explained it to this pack, they would never understand once they found out the truth.My pulse pounded in my ears, a roaring sound drowning out the whispers spreading through the gathered wolves. Heat rushed to my face, but not from embarrassment—rage burned through me, sharp and electric. But beneath it was fear. Because it meant there was someone monitoring me in this pack. And no, it wasn't Tom. There was another traitor.I took a step forward, my voice cutting through the tension. “That’s a lie.”There was no way I was admitting to trying to kill them. Before that day, they treated me like trash. How would they treat me if they knew the truth?Mara smirked, t
Andrew’s POVThe fire crackled in the center of the gathering hall, its warmth doing nothing to chase away the cold knot in my chest.I was alive. I should have been grateful. I was grateful. In fact I was happy about it.But I felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. My second chance at life felt incomplete like something was missing.It was almost like I’d been stitched back together, but some pieces were missing. Pieces that made life have more meaning.I barely remembered the moment I came back, but I remembered the emptiness. The way I’d looked at Elara and felt nothing where there had once been everything.I have lived long and content till I found out that she was my mate and now that I've lost the said mate bond, I didn't feel the same despite living without it long ago.Now, as I sat at the head of the long wooden table, surrounded by my pack, I could feel the weight of their stares. The questions in their eyes.I didn't exactly tell them that Elara was my mate, but now they knew d
Andrew’s POVBlinding pain. That was the first thing I felt. It was raw, searing, like fire scorching every nerve in my body. It ripped through me, dragging me back from the darkness, forcing breath into my lungs like I’d been drowning.I gasped, my body jerking, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. My chest ached, my limbs felt like lead, and my head throbbed with a sharp, splintering pain.But I was alive. How? I was very sure that I had seen the white light most people spoke about when they were about to die.I sucked in another breath, the scent of earth and rain thick in the air, grounding me. My fingers twitched against cool grass, and slowly, slowly, I forced my heavy eyelids open.Blurry figures hovered above me.Voices—soft, urgent—filtered through the haze.“Elara?” My throat was raw, my voice barely more than a rasp.Silence.Then a sharp inhale. A shuffle of movement as if someone was approaching.“Elara,” I tried again, forcing my body to move. My muscles screamed in protes
Elara’s POVThe world around me had blurred into nothing but Andrew. His face was too pale, his breath barely there, his body unmoving except for the shallow rise and fall of his chest—too slow, too weak.I pressed my forehead against his, my fingers trembling as they brushed over his cheek. “Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You promised, Andrew. You promised.”But he wasn’t responding.His lips were parted, his breathing ragged. His skin, which was always warm, always alive, felt cold beneath my touch. A terrifying stillness settled over him, and I felt something deep inside me crack.“We’re losing him!” Lora’s voice was sharp, urgent.I looked up, desperate, my vision blurred with unshed tears. “I think it's high time you start talking.”Michael’s jaw clenched. He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Because he didn’t know how to tell me what I needed to know. I was about to grab him and make him tell me what I needed to know when someone else spoke up.A voice. Low, firm, fil
Elara POVDorian staggered back. I'm sure he didn't anticipate that move. Did he really think I was going to soak up all his words and leave just like that?Did he really think I was some dumb fool?For the first time, his face twisted in something that almost looked like shock. His shadows flickered, unstable, the thick, oppressive weight of his power suddenly less.My energy pulsed again, silver light pushing outward like ripples in a storm. The air between us cracked, charged with something beyond my understanding.And then, just like that, the grip of his power broke. I wasn't sure what I was doing but one thing I knew was: I tried to push his power back and it worked.Dorian took another step back, his lips parting slightly, as if tasting the change in the air. His smirk returned, but it was thinner now, tighter.“Well,” he murmured, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve. “That was… unexpected.”Just as I thought, he actually took me to be a dumb person. After all the shit he ha
Andrew's POVPain blurred the edges of my vision, but I forced my eyes to stay open. I couldn’t afford to slip into the darkness. Not now.This was probably the most important part of this fight. If I allowed myself to fall into the darkness, I was potentially setting myself to accept whatever happens and I didn't want that.Not when Elara was standing in front of me, her silver energy clashing with Dorian’s creeping shadows.Not when everything was hanging by a thread. Where things could tip on either side of the scale. This is the first time since Elara was possessed that I've seen her use her power to this extent.But instead of attacking, Dorian lowered his hand. The dark energy coiling around his fingers shrank back, dissipating like smoke in the wind. He tilted his head, considering Elara the way a predator considers prey it has no intention of killing—yet.This scared me for a bit. What could he be planning?He smiled. Not with amusement but with certainty. The type I knew tha