The days since Althea’s 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 presence—her calculated words, the way she always seemed one step ahead—felt 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 couldn’t 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. “Are you sure this is the right area?” 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 couldn’t shake the weight in my chest, a nagging sense of unease that told me something wasn’t right. This was it—the 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 couldn’t 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 I’m 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 don’t 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 mastermind’s 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 hadn’t outright said it, but I knew she wasn’t 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 doesn’t 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.“Good, you’re here,” Fatima said without looking up. “We have a lot to discuss.”I took a seat across from her, glancing at Althea. “Have you found anything?”Althea pushed off the wall and joined us at the table. “Not much. There’s mention of healing spells for curses, but nothing specific to undo mutations like this.”Fatima sighed, c
For the first time in what felt like forever, the air was light, free from the weight of danger or responsibility. Today wasn’t about plotting against enemies or strengthening defenses; it was about being normal—something I hadn’t realized I missed until now. “Prisca! Are you even awake yet?” Fatima’s 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. “You’re too cheerful for this early in the morning.” “It’s not early. It’s almost noon,” she shot back, yanking the covers off me with no mercy. “Althea’s waiting downstairs. We’re showing her the pack today, remember?” 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. “Okay, okay, I’m up,” 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 pack’s territory, the fading light casting an orange glow over the trees. For the first time in days, things felt calm. Peaceful. “Penny for your thoughts?” 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. “You’d be overpaying,” I said with a small smile. “Try me.” He stepped closer, his presence steady and comforting. I hesitated before answering. “I was just… thinking about everything. The pack, the deformed wolves, Althea…” I paused. “Us.” Jake’s lips quirked into a crooked smile. “I’m flattered I made the list.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You’re always on the list, Jake.” He closed the distance between us, his hand brushing mine before he intertwined our fingers. “Good to know.” 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 wasn’t. 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. “Who are you working with?” I asked, my voice colder than I intended. Esther laughed, a grating sound that sent shivers up my spine. “Straight to the point, are we?” “This isn’t a game,” Jake growled. She tilted her head, her smile widening. “Oh, Alpha, everything is a game. The question is w
The house loomed ahead, a grand, crumbling mansion shrouded in mist and magic. Its pointed roofs seemed to pierce the low-hanging clouds, and its many windows glinted like eyes in the faint light. The walls were made of dark, weathered stone, ivy creeping up its surface as though nature was trying to reclaim it. As we entered the men we had come with ,Jake's men were stuck outside ."The coven only wants ...us" Althea said Jake signaled for his men to stay put and I didn't like this . That we were going in without back up.“This place feels...wrong,” I said, gripping Jake’s hand tighter. “Wrong? It looks like the Addams family forgot to clean up,” Fatima quipped, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence. “I mean, it’s giving haunted chic.” Despite myself, I chuckled. Leave it to Fatima to find humor in the creepiest of situations. Althea stepped forward, her expression serious as her eyes roamed the house. “This isn’t just a building—it’s enchanted. I can feel it.” J
The forest felt heavier as we moved deeper into its heart. Every step we took seemed to draw us further into a place where time and reality bent under the weight of ancient magic. The air itself felt charged, humming faintly against my skin like a static field waiting to ignite. "Are you sure this is the right way?" Jake’s voice, low and tense, broke through the silence. I glanced back at him, his usual confidence dampened by concern. “It’s here,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I can feel it.” Althea, walking just ahead, nodded in agreement. “The energy is stronger here. There’s no doubt about it.” Fatima trailed slightly behind us, clutching a silver dagger we had given her for protection. "If it’s so close, why can’t we see it?" she asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and fear. I didn’t have an answer. The coven was cloaked by layers of enchantments, a veil so powerful it was nearly impenetrable. But I could sense the edges of it now, faint threads of mag
The forest seemed endless. Each tree loomed tall and ancient, their gnarled roots jutting out of the earth like claws trying to pull us down. My legs ached from the constant marching, my boots heavy with mud. Althea walked beside me, her jaw set, while Fatima trailed slightly behind, clutching a makeshift weapon—a sturdy branch she had found earlier. She didn’t complain, but the fatigue in her steps was clear.“We’ve been at this for hours,” Fatima said, her voice tinged with frustration. “Are we even going in the right direction?”I glanced at her, my own doubts gnawing at me. “The energy here is different. Althea says we’re close, and I trust her instincts.”Althea, who had been scanning the area with narrowed eyes, muttered, “There’s something off about this place. It’s like the forest itself is shifting to confuse us.”Great. A shifting forest. Just what we needed.“Do you think Jake’s group is nearby?” Fatima asked, her tone softer this time. My chest tightened at the mention o
Priscilla’s PovThe forest seemed darker than before, the weight of the shadows pressing against me. Each step was careful and measured, the air too still, the silence too loud. Fatima walked just behind me, her breathing steady but strained. Althea moved to my left, her face set with determination. We were all on edge, every rustle of leaves or snap of a branch sending jolts of anxiety through us.“This place doesn’t want us here,” Fatima said softly, clutching her flashlight like a lifeline. She was the only human among us, and her instincts were sharp, even if she lacked magical senses.“I know,” I murmured, gripping the hilt of my dagger. The air was thick with an unnatural energy, every particle alive with menace. “We need to stay together, no matter what.”Althea nodded but didn’t speak. Her focus was on the forest ahead, her hands glowing faintly with the residual magic she’d been using to keep small enchantments active—a protective barrier, a minor light spell. Even with these
JAKE'S POVThe world felt colder without her by my side. Every step I took away from that chasm was like ripping apart a piece of my soul, leaving me raw and exposed. The pack bond that connected Prisca and me hummed faintly, reassuring me that she was still alive, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to see her, to hold her, to know she was safe. "Jake," Sophie said, snapping me out of my thoughts. She stood a few feet ahead, her bow drawn, her sharp gaze scanning the twisted forest around us. "You’ve got to focus. This place isn’t going to give us the luxury of distractions." “I’m fine,” I lied, gripping the hilt of my sword tighter. "Sure you are," she muttered, but she didn’t press further. The forest on our side of the chasm was just as suffocating, maybe worse. The trees were skeletal and clawed at the sky, their bark blackened as if burned. The air smelled of decay, and an eerie mist curled around our feet. Even the shadows here felt alive, shifting unnaturally when we moved.
The forest canopy above us was dense, blocking out the sun entirely, and the world around us seemed cloaked in endless twilight. Each step I took felt wrong, as if the earth itself was trying to push us back. Jake’s hand brushed against mine as we walked, his touch a fleeting anchor in this madness. I knew he could sense my unease, just as I could feel the tension radiating off him. "We’re close," Althea whispered, her voice trembling. She was studying a map that glowed faintly with magical runes, the only light in the oppressive darkness. "I can feel the coven’s magic. But it’s fractured, like they’re hiding their presence in pieces." "That doesn’t make sense," Jake growled. "Why would they split their magic?" "They’re probably setting traps," Sophie said, her bow at the ready. "They know we’re coming, and they’re ready to pick us off one by one." I glanced at Sophie. Her usual confidence was marred by a shadow of fear, and it unnerved me to see her so shaken. “Stay sharp
The forest seemed darker today, as though the sun itself refused to touch this cursed land. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sharper—something metallic, like blood. Each step we took felt more oppressive than the last, as if the weight of the forest itself was pressing down on us. Jake walked ahead, his shoulders tense, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow. Althea stayed close to me, her spellbook clutched tightly in her hands, its pages marked with hastily scrawled notes. Sophie and Fatima flanked us, weapons at the ready. “We’re close,” Jake muttered, his voice low. “I can feel it.” “Close to what?” Sophie asked, her tone wary. “Another trap?” “Maybe,” Althea said, her voice strained. “But if we don’t keep going, we’ll never find them.” I nodded, though my stomach churned with unease. We’d been traveling for hours, every step bringing us deeper into the heart of this cursed forest. The creatures we’d faced so far had been relentless—shadow wolve
The morning air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as we stepped into the dense forest. The towering trees cast long shadows over our group, their branches intertwined like a living canopy. I tightened the straps of my pack, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. We were finally on the hunt. Jake led the way, his posture tense, every step deliberate. Althea walked beside me, her fingers brushing over the spellbook she clutched like a lifeline. Fatima and Sophie trailed behind, their senses sharp, scanning the woods for any signs of danger. “Everyone ready?” Jake’s deep voice broke the silence, his gaze sweeping over us. “As ready as we’ll ever be,” I replied, trying to inject some confidence into my tone. “Good,” he said, his jaw set. “Stay close. This forest has a reputation.” “A reputation for what?” Fatima asked, her voice wary. “Being alive,” Jake answered grimly. We exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing. The first hour of our
The days felt longer without Jake around. The house was quieter, save for the usual buzz of activity from the workers and the occasional giggles of Lily and Logan. I hadn’t realized how much I’d grown used to Jake’s brooding presence until it wasn’t there anymore.But something else had shifted in the packhouse—Tammy.After her unexpected show of competence and kindness during the pack’s little health scare, she seemed... different. Or maybe it was just that I was seeing a different side of her, one that wasn’t cloaked in sarcasm and thinly veiled malice.That morning, I found her in the kitchen, of all places. She was chopping vegetables, her movements precise and efficient.“Good morning,” I said cautiously, half-expecting a snarky reply.To my surprise, she glanced up and nodded. “Morning.”I hovered near the counter, unsure of what to do. “What are you making?”“Soup,” she said simply. “For the kids. Some of them are still recovering.”“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.“You’re