The days since Altheaโs arrival had been a whirlwind of revelations, strategies, and relentless tension. For someone who claimed to be my sister, Althea had an uncanny ability to make me uneasy. Something about her presenceโher calculated words, the way she always seemed one step aheadโfelt off. I told myself to trust her, to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she had brought us valuable information and was helping us navigate this nightmare. But a voice in the back of my head whispered doubts I couldnโt ignore. This morning, I found myself watching her from across the room as she pored over maps and notes. She was intensely focused, her emerald eyes scanning the parchment with precision. Every movement seemed deliberate, every word she spoke measured. Jake stood beside her, his arms crossed as he listened to her suggestions. Even he seemed more guarded around her now. โAre you sure this is the right area?โ I asked, breaking the silence. Althea looked up, her gaze mee
The forest was a cold and oppressive place that night, the towering trees seeming to close in on us as we moved through the dense underbrush. I couldnโt shake the weight in my chest, a nagging sense of unease that told me something wasnโt right. This was itโthe moment we had been working toward for weeks. Esther was within our grasp, the woman responsible for tearing our pack apart. Yet, as determined as I was to see this through, I couldnโt ignore the chill that ran down my spine.Jake led the group, his broad shoulders tense with anticipation. He moved with the confidence of a seasoned Alpha, but I could see the worry in his eyes when he glanced back at me. The warriors fanned out around us, their breaths visible in the cool night air. Althea walked beside me, her staff in hand, her expression unreadable."Stay close," Jake said, his voice low but firm as he addressed the group."I will," I replied, though my voice wavered slightly. I hated feeling like a liability, but Jake had ins
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of our bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room. Jake stirred beside me, his arm draped over my waist, holding me close as though he feared I might disappear if he let go. I turned to face him, his messy hair and soft features making my heart swell with affection. For a moment, I let myself savor the peace, a rare moment of respite amidst the chaos that had engulfed our lives."Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep."Good morning," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.Jake pulled me closer, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes searching mine."Tired," I admitted, resting my head against his chest. "But Iโm okay."He sighed, his hand tracing soothing circles on my back. "I hate seeing you like this, my love.""I hate seeing you like this as well," I countered, lifting my head to meet his gaze. A small smile tugged at his lips. "I donโt deserve you," he said
The air was thick with tension as I sat in the study, poring over the maps Jake had marked with sightings of the deformed wolves. It was a grim reminder of what we were up against, but the recent revelations about Esther had shifted everything. Knowing the mastermindโs name gave us an edge, but the sheer danger of confronting her was not lost on me. Althea was seated across from me, flipping through an old grimoire she had brought with her. Her fingers trailed over the pages with practiced ease, her brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the newfound camaraderie between us, I could feel the weight of her skepticism. She hadnโt outright said it, but I knew she wasnโt entirely sure if I had the strength to face what was coming. "Found anything?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Nothing concrete," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "This book touches on suppressing rabid magical creatures, but it doesnโt exactly tell you how to handle a person controlling them." "Wel
The morning air was crisp, a sharp contrast to the chaos swirling inside me. My steps echoed through the stone corridors of the pack house as I made my way to the study. The idea of reversing the deformities on the wolves seemed impossible, yet it was the only way to undo the damage Esther had caused. I refused to let her hatred define our future.When I entered, Fatima and Althea were already there. Fatima sat at the table, surrounded by open books and scattered notes, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a flicker of determination. Althea leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes glowing faintly as if her magic simmered just beneath the surface.โGood, youโre here,โ Fatima said without looking up. โWe have a lot to discuss.โI took a seat across from her, glancing at Althea. โHave you found anything?โAlthea pushed off the wall and joined us at the table. โNot much. Thereโs mention of healing spells for curses, but nothing specific to undo mutations like this.โFatima sighed, c
For the first time in what felt like forever, the air was light, free from the weight of danger or responsibility. Today wasnโt about plotting against enemies or strengthening defenses; it was about being normalโsomething I hadnโt realized I missed until now. โPrisca! Are you even awake yet?โ Fatimaโs voice rang out as the door burst open. She was already dressed in her casual jeans and an oversized hoodie, her curly hair bouncing as she grinned. I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. โYouโre too cheerful for this early in the morning.โ โItโs not early. Itโs almost noon,โ she shot back, yanking the covers off me with no mercy. โAltheaโs waiting downstairs. Weโre showing her the pack today, remember?โ I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Right. Althea. Despite the rocky start between us, things had been surprisingly smooth lately. She was beginning to feel like part of the family, and today was about making that official. โOkay, okay, Iโm up,โ I said, throwing a pillow at her, w
The evening air was cool and gentle, a soft breeze carrying the earthy scent of the forest. I stood at the edge of the packโs territory, the fading light casting an orange glow over the trees. For the first time in days, things felt calm. Peaceful. โPenny for your thoughts?โ I turned to find Jake standing a few steps behind me, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. His dark eyes seemed to catch the fading sunlight, making them warmer than usual, like melted chocolate. โYouโd be overpaying,โ I said with a small smile. โTry me.โ He stepped closer, his presence steady and comforting. I hesitated before answering. โI was justโฆ thinking about everything. The pack, the deformed wolves, Altheaโฆโ I paused. โUs.โ Jakeโs lips quirked into a crooked smile. โIโm flattered I made the list.โ I laughed softly, shaking my head. โYouโre always on the list, Jake.โ He closed the distance between us, his hand brushing mine before he intertwined our fingers. โGood to know.โ We stoo
Esther sat before us, bound and glaring, her lips curled in a defiant sneer. Her once perfectly combed hair was now a tangled mess, her clothes tattered from the struggle that had finally brought her to her knees. Despite her disheveled appearance, there was something unnervingly composed about her. Her dark eyes seemed to glimmer with twisted amusement, as if this entire ordeal was just a game to her. But it wasnโt. Not to me. I stepped forward, crossing my arms as I regarded her. Jake stood to my right, his expression carved from stone, and Althea to my left, her hands trembling slightly, though she tried to hide it. Behind us, Fatima lingered, her sharp gaze never leaving Esther. โWho are you working with?โ I asked, my voice colder than I intended. Esther laughed, a grating sound that sent shivers up my spine. โStraight to the point, are we?โ โThis isnโt a game,โ Jake growled. She tilted her head, her smile widening. โOh, Alpha, everything is a game. The question is w
The ballroom was alive with music and laughter, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had lingered over the pack these past few weeks. Fatima had outdone herself, organizing this ball to remind everyone that joy still had a place in our lives.Dressed in a flowing emerald-green gown, I swayed gently in Jakeโs arms as we moved across the dance floor. The light in his eyes, the way his fingers traced soothing circles on my back, made me forgetโif only for a momentโthat our world was still in pieces.โSee?โ he murmured. โA night without doom and gloom. Feels nice, doesnโt it?โI smiled up at him. โIt does.โHe twirled me, and for a second, I felt weightless. Then it hit me.A sharp, piercing sensation in my skull.I stumbled, the room tilting violently.Jakeโs grip tightened. โPrisca?โI couldnโt answer. The pain spread like wildfire, and suddenly, the music and chatter faded into the background. My legs buckled, and I was falling.Darkness swallowed me whole.And thenโฆ I wasnโt in the
The weight of what I had just seen clung to me like a second skin. Even as I sat on the edge of the bed, back in the safety of our room, I could still feel the cold presence of that figure. The sound of its voiceโmy voiceโechoed in my head like a haunting melody. Choose. But choose what? I could still feel Jakeโs hands on my face from before, the desperate way he had searched my eyes, pleading for an answer I didnโt have. Now, he paced the room, his body tense with unspoken frustration. The others sat nearby, watching me with equal parts concern and curiosity. โYou need to tell us everything,โ Althea finally said, breaking the heavy silence. I rubbed my arms, trying to rid myself of the chill that had settled in my bones. โI wasโฆ alone. You were all gone. And the figureโit wasnโt just some shadow. It was me.โ Sophieโs eyebrows shot up. โWait. You? Likeโฆ a doppelgรคnger situation?โ I nodded slowly. โExactly like that. SheโItโtold me I had to choose. But I donโt know what t
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a blade. We had all woken up in a cold sweat, shaken by the fact that we had the exact same dreamโno, it wasnโt just a dream. It felt too real. The streets of that town, the heavy feeling of being watched, the way the air had seemed almost alive with something unnatural. I glanced around at the others, my heart still hammering in my chest. Jake sat at the edge of the bed, his muscles tense, his jaw clenched as if trying to process everything at once. Fatima and Sophie had both fallen into a heavy silence, their usual humor nowhere to be seen. And Altheaโฆ she was staring blankly at the candle burning on the bedside table, deep in thought, her fingers twitching slightly. โThis isnโt over,โ I finally said, breaking the silence. โWe left that place. We returned here. But somehow, itโs still with us.โ Jake turned to me, his expression unreadable. โThere has to be a reason why we all saw the same thing.โ His voice was low, controlledโb
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine as I stepped out of the cabin. The town was finally behind us, but a strange unease still lingered in my chest. It wasnโt just the eerie experiences we hadโit was something deeper, something clawing at my subconscious, demanding my attention.Jake was already outside, sharpening his dagger with a quiet focus that sent a chill through me. His jaw was tense, his muscles coiled, as if he were ready for another fight. I walked up to him, rubbing my arms against the cold. "You look like you're expecting trouble," I said, trying to sound lighthearted, but he barely acknowledged me at first.Finally, he sighed and set the dagger down. "I donโt like that we had to run from that place. It feels unfinished," he admitted.He wasnโt wrong. We had gotten away, but at what cost? The things we had seen, the presence that still clung to us like an unshakable shadowโI knew deep down that it wasnโt truly over.Sophie came strolling ou
The tension from our near escape still clung to me like a second skin, even as the night stretched into silence. My body was exhausted, my mind running circles around the events that had unfolded. I lay curled against Jake, his arms wrapped securely around me, his breath steady and warm against my hair. But sleep refused to claim me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashesโred eyes in the dark, the twisted town, the feeling of time slipping like sand through my fingers. It had been too easy. Too clean of an escape. And that made my stomach churn. Jake shifted beside me, his grip tightening. โYouโre thinking too much,โ he murmured against my temple. I exhaled softly. โI canโt help it. Something isnโt right.โ He pressed a kiss to my forehead, but there was tension in his touch. โWeโll figure it out in the morning. For now, just rest.โ I nodded against his chest, but the uneasy feeling wouldnโt leave. And deep down, I knewโthis wasnโt over. ---Morning came far too soon. T
The moment we stepped out of the inn, an eerie silence wrapped around us like a suffocating blanket. The town, which had been brimming with life just hours ago, now felt abandoned. The streets were empty, the lanterns flickering weakly, and the air carried a heavy stillness that made the hairs on my arms rise.Jake was the first to break the silence. "We need to get out of here. Now."His voice was calm but held an undertone of urgency that made my stomach twist. I reached for his hand instinctively, feeling the warmth of his skin grounding me.Althea, Sophie, Fatima, and Chris followed closely behind as we hurried toward the town's exit. But as we neared the main road leading out, a dense fog rolled in from nowhere, thick and unnatural. My breath hitched as the path ahead of us blurred into nothingness."What the hell?" Chris muttered, stepping ahead cautiously. He reached out a hand to push through the fog, but the moment his fingers touched it, a pulse of energy knocked him back on
The road stretched before us, endless and winding, as our SUV rumbled down the cracked pavement. The eerie little town we'd just left was nothing more than a fading memory in the rearview mirror. Or at least, thatโs what we thought.Fatima sat in the back, fiddling with the radio, static crackling through the speakers. Sophie drummed her fingers on the dashboard while Althea stared out the window, her fingers twitching like she was trying to grab something unseen. Chris, sitting next to Fatima, was uncharacteristically quiet.โI swear, Iโll never step foot in another weird-ass town again,โ Sophie muttered, shifting in her seat. โThat place gave me the creeps.โโAgreed,โ Jake said, his fingers gripping the wheel tighter. โLetโs just get home and pretend this never happened.โSilence settled over the car for a while, broken only by the hum of the tires against the road. The trees lining the highway were dense, towering over us, their darkened silhouettes illuminated by the occasional f
The idea of taking a break from everything was both ridiculous and desperately needed. The pack had been through hell, and for the first time in weeks, there was no immediate crisis to solve. So, when Sophie suggested a road trip, I had laughedโuntil I saw the way Jake looked at me, like he knew I needed this more than anyone. And maybe I did.Thatโs how I found myself crammed in an SUV with Jake, Althea, Sophie, Fatima, and Jake speeding down an open road. The wind blew through my hair as I rolled down the window, feeling something I hadnโt in a long timeโfreedom.โAlright, we need road trip rules,โ Sophie announced from the backseat, pulling out a notepad. โRule number one: No talking about pack politics.โโAgreed,โ Fatima said, munching on a bag of spicy chips. โRule number two: The driver does not get to pick all the music.โJake, who was behind the wheel, raised a brow. โExcuse me? Who else would pick?โโLiterally anyone else,โ Althea said, crossing her arms. โYou listen to brood
The morning air was crisp and fresh, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth through the open windows. It was the kind of morning that whispered of new beginnings, of hope gently stretching its fingers through the cracks of sorrow. I stood on the balcony, sipping warm tea, watching the sun rise over the treetops. The pack had been through hell, but todayโtoday felt different. The heaviness that had lingered like an unshakable fog finally seemed to be lifting. Laughter drifted up from below, the sound of children playing near the training grounds. Warriors, who once walked with the weight of grief on their shoulders, were smiling as they sparred in the courtyard. The pack was healing, slowly but surely. I had found a place here. It had taken time, patience, and a lot of self-doubt, but now, watching the people I had come to love rebuild their lives, I felt at home. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me against a warm chest. โYouโre up early,โ J