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 air in the main hall was thick with distrust. Esther sat in the corner, her hands still bound with silver-lined chains, a quiet smirk playing on her lips. Her very presence set everyone on edge, a fox pretending to help the henhouse. Jake leaned against the far wall, arms crossed and his eyes glued to her every move, while Fatima busied herself gathering herbs and spell ingredients in the adjoining room. Althea paced near the large wooden table, her magic buzzing faintly in the air, a testament to her unease.As for me, I stood at the head of the table, trying to focus on the task at hand. The pack’s barrier had been our first line of defense, and without it, we were exposed. Vulnerable. I had to figure out a way to rebuild it, even if that meant working with someone like Esther.“We don’t need her,” Jake growled, his voice low but firm. “We can figure this out on our own.”“Can we?” I countered, my voice steady but not unkind. “She knows the Shadow Circle’s magic better than any
The wind outside howled like a wounded beast, rattling against the windows of our bedroom. I sat curled up on the bed, staring at the flickering candlelight, lost in the void of my thoughts. It had been days—weeks, maybe—since I had truly allowed myself to feel anything but pain.Grief was a strange thing. Some days, it felt like drowning in deep, dark waters with no way to surface. Other days, it was a dull ache, like an old wound that never quite healed. The nights were the worst, though. That was when the silence grew unbearable, when I swore I could still feel my child’s presence, even though he was gone.Jake had been distant, too. Not in the way that meant he didn’t care—no, his love was still there, burning just as fiercely. But he was grieving in his own way, carrying the weight of our loss on his shoulders, his guilt, and pain suffocating him.Tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.I slipped out of bed, the floor cold beneath my bare feet. My body still felt weak, my magic stil
The world felt different. Colder. Emptier. Days had passed since I lost my baby, but it felt like time had frozen. The sun still rose, but it didn’t shine the same. The wind still blew, but it didn’t carry warmth. The pack moved around me as if life continued as usual, but I couldn’t feel it. Everything had dulled, stripped of color and meaning. But the worst part of it all—the thing that made it unbearable—was Jake. He was slipping away from me. At first, I thought it was just grief. He buried himself in work, focused on rebuilding the pack, strengthening its warriors, and tightening its defenses. I understood. I did the same in my own way, throwing myself into research, looking for answers, hoping—praying—that there was still something I could do. But it wasn’t just grief. It was something more. He was changing. The first time I noticed it was during training. I stood on the edge of the training field, watching him spar with his warriors. Normally, Jake was controlle
I woke up to silence. A deafening, suffocating silence. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles flickering on the nightstand. My body felt heavy, drained of all energy, like I had been hollowed out from the inside. A dull ache throbbed in my stomach, but nothing compared to the unbearable emptiness clawing at my soul. Then I remembered. The pain. The blood. The agonizing screams that had torn from my throat as I begged the universe to spare him. My child. My baby. My chest heaved, but no tears came. I had cried everything out. I was nothing but an empty shell now. A movement to my right caught my attention, and I turned my head slightly. Jake sat in the chair beside my bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together. His head was bowed, dark hair falling over his face, but even in the dim light, I could see the tension in his body. He was barely holding himself together. I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Jake…” His head snapped
The morning was peaceful, deceptively so. The kind of quiet that made my heart uneasy. The pack had been rebuilding itself from the damage done in recent months, and today felt like a fresh start—or at least I tried to convince myself of that.I sat at the large wooden table in the packhouse, sipping tea while watching Fatima and Sophie bicker about who made the better breakfast. The scent of eggs, sausage, and pancakes filled the air, and for a moment, everything felt normal. Jake was out with his warriors, reinforcing our border patrols, while Althea and I planned another round of protective spells for the territory.“Are you going to eat that or just stare at it?” Fatima asked, nudging my plate with her fork.I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at my food for too long. My appetite had been all over the place lately—some days I couldn’t eat enough, and others, I could barely stomach anything.“I’m eating, I’m eating,” I mumbled, picking up my fork and forcing a bite of eggs into m
PRISCA’S POVI woke up with a sharp gasp, my lungs burning as if I had been holding my breath for too long. The room was still dark, and the only sound was the soft rustling of the wind outside. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, and an eerie chill wrapped around me despite the warmth of the blankets. Something was wrong. I pushed myself up slowly, trying to shake off the discomfort. The feeling in the air wasn’t just cold—it was unnatural. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed darker than usual, stretching and pulsing as if they were alive. My heart pounded as I glanced toward the door, expecting something—anything—to be there. But the room was empty. Just a bad dream, I told myself. A side effect of everything weighing on me. But as I moved to stand, a voice whispered in my ear. *"You must listen."* I froze. My entire body tensed as cold dread seeped into my bones. Slowly, I turned my head toward the mirror in the corner of the room. My reflection should
I sat in my office, staring at the wall as the weight of everything threatened to crush me. My mate, my unborn child, my pack—everything was hanging by a thread, and I felt powerless. Prisca had finally told me the truth, and it shattered me in ways I couldn’t put into words. She was given an impossible choice. One where no matter what she decided, she would lose something—either our child or me. How the hell was I supposed to accept that? My fingers clenched into fists against my desk as a growl rumbled low in my chest. No. I wouldn’t accept it. Fate had already tried to take too much from me. I had lost warriors, friends, people who depended on me to lead them. But my family? That was where I drew the line. There had to be another way. I pushed back from my desk and stood, my muscles tense as I made my decision. I couldn’t sit here and wait for fate to take its course. I had to act. I walked out of my office and made my way down the dimly lit halls of the packhouse. Most o
The moment I stepped into our bedroom, I knew something was wrong. Prisca sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, staring out the window. The moonlight cast a soft glow on her, making her seem almost ethereal, but the tension in her shoulders gave her away. She was deep in thought, troubled. Lately, she'd been distant. At first, I chalked it up to the pregnancy—mood swings, exhaustion, the usual things that came with carrying a child. But this was different. There was something *heavier* weighing on her, something she wasn’t telling me. I had given her space, thinking maybe she just needed time to process things on her own, but time had only made it worse. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Prisca, what's going on?" She flinched. *Flinched.* I immediately withdrew my hand, my stomach twisting. My mate had never reacted to me like that before. She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. “Nothing, Jake. I’m just t
I spent the entire morning with Althea, flipping through ancient grimoires, searching desperately for a spell that could summon Esther. My hands trembled as I traced the inked symbols in an old book, my mind racing with the possibilities of what we might discover. We had been through this before, and every attempt had failed. But this time, it felt different. This time, we needed answers. The room was dimly lit, the scent of burning sage and lavender thick in the air. The candles flickered unnaturally, as if something unseen was already lurking, waiting for us to call upon it. I swallowed hard and looked at my sister. “Are you sure about this?” Althea asked, her voice steady but filled with caution. “Summoning a spirit isn’t like calling on just any entity. Esther is powerful, and she’s—” “Unpredictable?” I finished for her. Althea nodded. “To say the least.” I clenched my fists, my determination outweighing my fear. “I don’t have a choice, Althea. I need to know how to save
I woke up feeling… strange. It wasn’t the usual exhaustion from pregnancy or the occasional morning sickness. This was different. It was as if something unseen crackled in the air around me, a tingling sensation running up and down my spine. My dreams had been odd, but that wasn’t new—I had been plagued with visions ever since we returned to the pack. Shaking off the unease, I sat up and stretched. The room was quiet, sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but something felt off. I glanced around, half expecting something to be lurking in the shadows. Nothing. Just my mind playing tricks on me. "Okay, Prisca. Breathe," I muttered to myself before sliding out of bed. As I padded to the bathroom, the floorboards creaked louder than usual. The second I stepped onto the tile, the faucet turned on by itself, water gushing out forcefully as if someone had yanked it open. I froze. My pulse quickened. I hadn't touched it. Swallowing hard, I reached for the knob and twisted it