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 POVI shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the Jeep, as it continued to bump its way along the dirt trail. The silence was a thick, heavy hanging between Andrew and I, broken only by the sound of crunching tires over gravel and the occasional howl of wind through the trees. Greg sat in the back quiet, his eyes scanning across the woods as if anticipating danger to leap from the appear at any moment.I still didn't know why I was here.Andrew said it was training, but what kind of training required dragging me to the edge of the pack's territory with no warning and no explanation? He hadn't spoken much since I'd met him downstairs-just barked orders at Greg and tossed me into the Jeep like some kind of inconvenient luggage."Why am I even here?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.Andrew didn't look at me. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white. "You'll see soon enough.""That's not an answer."He glanced at me then, his sharp eyes glinting wi
Andrew's POV Hearing what Deveriud said about coming for Elara snapped something in me. Who the hell does he think he is, coming to my pack to make demands and worst of all, he was referring to my mate.Though it was obvious he didn't know but I doubted he would've cared anyway. It infuriated me that he had the audacity to come to my park unannounced to lay claims.However, one thing was clear, she was going nowhere with this man.“What do you want with Elara?” I asked as I clenched and unclenched my fists. Anything to control the rage within.“I don't believe my use for her is any concern of yours.” He stated stepping a bit forward as his jewels jingled between his thighs. “I would like to leave here without any fight or bloodshed. But if you push me, I don't mind getting dirty.”The guts to threaten me in front of my pack and in my own territory for that matter. I gritted my teeth, my wolf just below the surface pushing me to relinquish control over to him.“You must be a fool to t
Andrew's POVThe pack alarm suddenly burst through the trees-a battle cry that shot chills down my spine. Michael and I ran through the twists and turns of the forest paths in the direction of the northern border. My body was racing, and my mind tagged along as my heart boomed against my ribs.Daytime. Whoever was bold enough to breach our territory in broad daylight either didn't care for their life or thought they had a chance against us.Michael kept pace beside me, his face tense. "Who do you think it could be?" he asked, the mist of his breathing bounding into the crisp air.This is one question that I didn't even know where or how to start answering."I don't know," I said, my voice crisp as I paid attention to the path ahead. "But whoever it is made a mistake coming here.""They will have a hell lot pay for when it turns out they came with some unruly ideas." Micheal threatened."There's something bothering me.""What could that be?" Michael asked still running at a steady pace
Elara's POV As soon as Andrew handed me the journal, I grasped it firmly against my chest. I could feel the essence of it, not just the leather and paper, but all the knowledgeable wealth in it. His father's thoughts, warnings, and secrets. I knew this would be the key to understanding my powers, yet a feeling of unease couldn't shake itself loose.Andrew had said little as I left, only that I should rest and read when I was ready. His face had been unreadable-a storm of thoughts behind his calm exterior.Now, sitting in my room, with the journal open before me, I couldn't focus. The whispers I had heard in Andrew's room still replayed dully in my ears. They felt. familiar, yet not in a comforting way, more like a shadow of a memory I couldn't place.That spirit?He had promised to deal with me if I don't kill Andrew. As it happens, I won't be needing him, but can I really stop him when he finally shows up?I traced my fingers over the words on the page. They were in Andrew's father'
Andrew's POVElara stood in the dim light of the hallway, her face pale, her eyes with something in them so much heavier than a dream. My chest was tight as I watched her. Her hands shook, clutching at her robe, and her voice was hoarse from the fear she'd felt when she woke me just moments before."Tell me everything," I said, stepping aside to let her in.She hesitated at the door and stepped inside in slow, faltering steps. The moonlight filtering through the window fell across her profile and outlined the thin film of sweat on her forehead.The moment I closed the door behind her, I could feel the weight of her presence, the invisible burden she carried that had threatened to consume her at any time. And all I wanted was to take her in my arms and help her forget everything.It wasn't just a dream," she started, speaking no louder than a whisper as she sat on the edge of my bed. "It felt. real."I sat next to her, not too close but close enough to indicate I was listening. "What d
Elara's POVI slammed the door to my room behind me and leaned against it, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. "Why can't he just trust me?" I whispered to no one, my voice cracking.The silence that followed was deafening, and in that silence, a chilling thought crept into my mind. If Andrew wouldn't tell me the truth, how could I ever be sure of where his loyalties truly lay?The room was dark, except for that dim light of the afternoon sun that managed its way through the curtains. I lay in bed, the happenings of the day filling my head and weighing upon my chest. Andrew's silence, his secrets, everything bothered me, swirling inside like a storm. As much as I wanted to stay angry, eventually sleep overcame me. It dragged me down into a world too real to feel like it had been nothing but a dream.I was back in the forest, the smell of earth and pine heavy in the air, the wind howling sharp and biting, carrying with it an unusual sound that I couldn't understand. I was baref
Elara's POVHe took another step closer, towering over her, his voice menacing and cold. "If I find out you've done anything, I mean anything to harm my pack, you won't walk away this time."Her jaw tightened, but she didn't back down. "I told you, I had no hand in it," she said, all steady-voiced now. "Believe me or don't. I don't care.”Andrew didn't utter a word, his eyes boring right into hers, the look of one searching for any trace of a lie. But Mara's face was a mask unreadable even to me. Finally, he let out a sharp exhalation, his chest heaving with barely contained fury. "Leave," he said, his voice final and not allowing room for argument.She hesitated a moment, her eyes darting between us. Then, with a sharp nod, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the shadows of the forest whence she had come.We stood there for a long moment, the silence around us deafening. My hands were shaking, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts."She's lying," he muttered to himself rat
Andrew's POVThe air between us was thick with tension, almost suffocating. It was the kind that claws its way under your skin and refuses to let go. Mara really knows how to get the atmosphere this way.My breathing was still a little uneven, though I hadn't come, the heat of my body was still high from the intimate moment I'd just shared with Elara. She was leaning against me, her red cheeks pressed to my chest as she tried to steady herself. For one fleeting second, I allowed myself to stay in that moment-to relax and let her presence ground me.But then Mara appeared out of nowhere.She walked out of a dark nook, an apparition with calculated movements, as if she had watched us for far longer than I could imagine and knew exactly where she was going. Her hooded eyes moved between me and Elara, a smug smile curling into that annoying I'd grown to despise.“Me?" she asked, my voice shaking despite her efforts to sound strong."Yes, you," Mara said, her smile steady, though colder th
Elara’s POVI didn't reply as I tried to break away from his grasp. But he proved to be stronger. “Let me go. You can continue having a good laugh at me.” “Don't be like that, it was just the spur of the moment.” He said his eyes dancing. “I'm sorry.” But the look on his face was anything apologetic.My temper flared and I tugged at my hand to get away from him but with one force, he pulled me back against his chest. Before I could protest, his lips crashed down on mine silencing whatever I had on my lips. Raising my hands to push him off, I ended up snaking them around his neck. Just as he deepened the kiss, I felt one his hands leave my hips to trace a path to my breast. Over the material of my clothes, he massaged it earning a gasp from my lips which were very much busy. As if that was the consent he needed, his hand slipped under my shirt and found its way to my globes. This time, he pulled it out of the bra and kneaded it, flicking at the nipples which sent a jolt through me a
Andrew's POVHer lips quivered against mine, the air catching in her lungs as I tugged her deeper, refusing to let the moment slip away. Fire and rebellion molded into one-and for a moment, I felt her defenses drop. But the softness there in the kiss was short-lived, replaced by a stubborn energy that I despised and loved.Don't ever do what?" she whispered.As I leaned back to respond, her stormy eyes bored right into mine; the pain I saw there was still fresh, raw."Don't ever run away from me like that again," I said, my voice low but razor-sharp. My hands were still firm on her waist, holding her close to me, as though letting go meant risking her disappearing from me forever.She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smirk even as her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. "And if I do?My jaw clenched, and my wolf bristled at the challenge in her tone. She always knew how to press my buttons, how to get me heated and raise every primal instinct in me. I leaned in cl