Rosalee's Point of View
As I sit in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection, I can’t shake the heaviness pressing on my chest. My eighteenth birthday should feel monumental, but instead, it feels hollow. My life, nothing about it feels worth celebrating.
The girl in the mirror doesn’t look like someone turning eighteen. Her eyes are tired, her shoulders slumped as if carrying invisible weights. I trace the edge of the vanity with my fingers, trying to ignore the faint noise of voices downstairs.
A sharp knock at my door pulls me out of my thoughts. I don’t even have to guess who it is. Dameon.
“Come in,” I mumble, but before the words fully leave my mouth, the door swings open.
I glance at him through the mirror, frowning. “And what if I’d been indecent?”
He grins, leaning casually against the doorframe, completely unbothered by my irritation. “Oh, come now. I knew you’d try to wiggle out of today, so I’m not giving you the chance.”
I turn to face him fully, crossing my arms. “Do we really have to have a party? You know I don’t like drawing attention to myself.”
Dameon steps into the room, his smile softening. “Rosalee, it’s your birthday. You’re amazing. You deserve to be celebrated, even if you don’t think so.”
“I don’t see what’s so amazing about me,” I mutter, looking down at the floor.
He crouches slightly to catch my gaze, his tone shifting to something more serious. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. And whether you like it or not, there are people downstairs who care about you. Let them show it.”
I sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I just… I don’t know, Dameon. It feels weird. Like, pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”
He places a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. “It doesn’t have to be perfect, Rosalee. It just has to be yours. Let’s take it one moment at a time, okay?”
His sincerity catches me off guard, and for a moment, I don’t know what to say. Finally, I nod my head, albeit reluctantly. “Fine. But if this turns into one of those over-the-top things, I’m holding you responsible.”
Dameon laughs, stepping back and gesturing toward the door. “Deal. Now, come on. Everyone’s waiting.”
I take a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of my dress as I follow him out of the room. Maybe today wouldn’t be so terrible after all.
As I follow Dameon down the stairs toward the party, the noise of cheerful voices and clinking glasses grows louder. My steps are slow, hesitant, but Dameon’s energy is infectious. He glances back at me with a grin, and I force a small smile in return.
I can’t help but let my thoughts drift back to the day we met. It feels like a lifetime ago. I was sixteen, desperate and lost, trying to find a way to survive in a world that didn’t feel like it had a place for me. His mother, the head chef at the hotel, had seen something in me, a spark of determination, maybe, or just a girl in need of kindness.
She’d taken pity on me, speaking to the hotel owner and convincing them to give me a job. It wasn’t glamorous, helping in the kitchen, cleaning rooms, organizing linens, running errands, but it was enough. It gave me a sense of purpose and a place to belong, even if only on the surface.
That’s when I met Dameon. He was seventeen then, always hanging around the kitchen, sneaking bites of whatever his mother was cooking. From the moment he introduced himself with that easy, lopsided grin, we clicked.
Dameon is nineteen now, and somehow, in the chaos of life, he’s become my best friend. He’s so... human. Ordinarily human. It’s almost comforting, how uncomplicated he is. He doesn’t carry the weight of secrets or the burden of being different.
Of course, I can’t say the same for myself. I have to keep my secret from him, no matter how much I trust him. It’s not that I don’t want to tell him, I do, sometimes more than anything, but it’s too dangerous. For both of us.
Still, he’s my best friend. A great friend. The kind who makes you laugh when you want to cry, who pushes you to step outside your comfort zone, even when it feels impossible.
“Almost there,” Dameon says, pulling me from my thoughts as we reach the bottom of the stairs. He gives me a quick wink. “Try to look excited, will you? It’s your party, after all.”
I roll my eyes but can’t help the small chuckle that escapes me. “I’ll try, but no promises.”
I put on my best smile as Dameon and I step into the hotel’s conference room. The space has been transformed, streamers and fairy lights drape from the ceiling, and a banner with “Happy Birthday, Rosalee!” hangs above a table laden with food and a towering cake. It’s more than I ever expected, and I feel a pang of guilt for my earlier reluctance.
The room erupts into cheers and applause, and I do my best to look gracious, even though the attention makes my skin prickle. Dameon nudges me gently, his grin wide and proud. “See? Told you this would be great.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes, instead giving him a quick nod before stepping further into the room. People immediately flock to me, offering hugs, well-wishes, and cheerful chatter. I mingle, exchanging pleasantries and thanking everyone for coming. It’s exhausting, but I keep my smile in place.
Even the hotel owner makes an appearance, shaking my hand warmly and wishing me a happy birthday. “You’re one of the hardest workers we have here, Rosalee,” he says with a kind smile. “You deserve this celebration.”
“Thank you,” I reply, my voice steady even though his words catch me off guard. It’s strange to hear praise when I’ve spent so long trying to stay unnoticed.
As the evening goes on, I have to admit, if only to myself, that the party is actually... fun. The music is lively, the food delicious, and for a little while, I manage to forget the weight of my secrets. People laugh and dance, and even I find myself caught up in the joy of the moment.
Dameon is everywhere, making sure everyone is having a good time. Every now and then, he catches my eye and flashes a thumbs-up or a goofy smile, clearly proud of his handiwork.
I can’t deny that this was exactly what I needed, a distraction from reality, even if only for a few hours. But I don’t think I’ll tell Dameon that. Knowing him, it’ll only inflate his already oversized ego, and I’ll never hear the end of it.
As the night winds down and the crowd begins to thin, I find myself leaning against the wall, watching the remnants of the party with a faint smile. Maybe, just maybe, Dameon was right.
As the last of the guests leave, the once-bustling conference room falls silent, save for the faint hum of the lights overhead. I glance around at the remnants of the party, empty plates, crumpled napkins, and a few half-empty glasses scattered across the tables. Without thinking, I begin tidying up, gathering plates and stacking them neatly.
I’m midway through folding a discarded napkin when Dameon’s voice cuts through the quiet. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I turn to him, confused. “Cleaning, of course. What does it look like?”
Dameon strides over, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. He playfully swats at my hand, forcing me to drop the napkin. “Nope. Not happening. It’s your party, you’re not allowed to clean up.”
I lift my hands in surrender, a small laugh escaping me. “Sorry, force of habit.”
Dameon smirks, crossing his arms as if daring me to argue. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he grabs my shoulders and steers me toward the door. “Go. Enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll take care of this.”
“Dameon, I...”
“Nope!” he interrupts, practically shoving me into the hallway. “Out!”
The door clicks shut behind me, and I stand there for a moment, debating what to do. Part of me wants to argue, to insist on helping, but another part of me... craves freedom. After a moment of indecision, I make up my mind.
I head toward the hotel’s exit, the cool night air greeting me like an old friend as I step outside. The world feels different at night, calmer, quieter, more alive. I walk toward the forest, the soft crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound accompanying me.
Once I’m deep enough into the woods, far from any prying eyes, I stop and listen. My ears strain for any sign of movement, but there’s nothing, just the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Satisfied, I kneel beside a tree and carefully remove my clothes, folding them neatly and tucking them behind the trunk.
The shift comes naturally, as it always does, though it’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself this freedom. My body changes, muscles and bones reshaping with an ease that still amazes me. In seconds, I’m on all fours, my wolf taking over.
I take off running, the forest a blur around me. The wind rushes past my fur, carrying the scents of pine and earth. Every step feels like a release, a reminder of who I truly am beneath the human facade.
After a while, the burn of thirst pulls me toward the stream. I lap at the cool water, the ripples distorting my reflection. For a moment, I stare at the wolf staring back at me, golden eyes sharp and piercing, fur sleek and pitch black.
Memories flood my mind unbidden, of my first shift and the horrified expressions of those who saw me. The fear in their eyes, the whispers of “monster” that followed. I shake my head, dispelling the thought. That was then. This is now.
I turn away from the stream and take off running again, this time toward where I left my clothes. The exhilaration of the run lingers as I shift back to human form, the chill of the night air biting at my skin. I dress quickly, smoothing my clothes before heading back to the hotel.
As I step inside, the warmth of the building envelops me, grounding me once more. For the first time in a long time, I feel... lighter.
Jensen's Point of ViewI sit in my office, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Stacks of paperwork litter the surface, most of it outdated reports and formalities I’ve been putting off for weeks. But one name keeps appearing in the documents, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts "Crimsonclaw Pack".With a frustrated sigh, I close the folder and lean back in my chair, dragging a hand over my face. The Crimsonclaw Pack has been a thorn in our side for months now, their actions growing bolder and more reckless with each passing week. This latest report only confirms what I’ve feared, they’re spiraling out of control.I open a mind link to my Beta, Ronan, and my Gamma, Nyx. “I need both of you in my office. Now.”Their responses come almost instantly, their tones sharp and alert. “On our way.”It takes only a few minutes before there’s a knock at my door. “Enter,” I call, sitting up straighter as the two step inside.Ronan, ever the stoic, moves with precis
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs I stare at the man standing in the hotel lobby, his presence seems to command the very air around him. He’s beautiful, dark hair framing a chiseled face, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. But it’s not his appearance that has me frozen in place.It’s the word he just uttered.“Mate.”No. No, I must have heard wrong. He couldn’t have said mate. My heart pounds erratically in my chest, and I feel the blood drain from my face. For two years, I had convinced myself that I would never hear that word, and I had prayed, even begged, the Moon Goddess to make it so.But now, standing here, I can’t deny the truth. The way his eyes burn with recognition, the magnetic pull I feel toward him, it’s undeniable. He is my mate.Suddenly, I’m not in the hotel lobby anymore. I’m back in the Silver Ridge Pack, two years ago, on the morning of my sixteenth birthday.I remember waking up that day with a strange mix of excitement and hope. I knew I wouldn’t be getting a party or
Jensen's Point of ViewI stand frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch her retreat into herself, her expression a mixture of shock and horror. The word "mate" still lingers in the air between us, a truth I’ve waited my entire life to discover, yet her reaction is nothing like I imagined.Taking a cautious step forward, I reach out, my fingers brushing her shoulder. I hope the contact will ground her, draw her out of whatever storm is raging in her mind. The moment my hand touches her, warmth floods through me, the bond sparking to life as if it has been waiting for this exact moment.Her body stiffens under my touch, and I watch as her bright blue eyes snap back to mine, the haunted look in them replaced by something else, shock, confusion, and maybe even a hint of fear."Are you okay?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.She shakes her head, stepping back quickly, breaking the contact. The moment her shoulder leaves my hand, it’s as though all the warmth is sucked
Rosalee's Point of ViewI sit on the edge of my bed, staring at my reflection in the small mirror across the room. The faint glow of the bedside lamp casts soft light over my features. My striking blue eyes meet my gaze, a color so vivid they almost seem unnatural. My dark hair falls in soft waves over my shoulders, framing a face that Dameon and his mother have often called beautiful.Beautiful.The word feels hollow to me. Beauty doesn’t matter, not when someone discovers the truth of what I am. A hybrid. A creature that doesn’t belong in either world. If he that man from earlier realizes what I truly am, all of this will be over. The life I’ve carefully built here, the fragile sense of safety I’ve managed to hold onto, it will all come crashing down.I tilt my head slightly, studying my features. There’s no visible trace of the monster within me, no hint of the beast that lies beneath my skin. My reflection doesn’t betray the truth.But my scent might.I’m surprised he didn’t pick
Jensen's Point of ViewAs the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, I stir awake, blinking against the soft morning light. Stretching, I feel a lingering calm from last night’s run. The rain had been relentless, but it had done wonders to clear my head. The storm outside had mirrored the storm within me, and running through it had been exactly what I needed.Sitting up, I rub my face, the memory of Rosalee’s horrified expression flashing through my mind. My mate. The one I’ve waited for my entire life. And yet, she seems to want nothing to do with me.I shake my head, willing myself to focus. I can’t let this distract me, not completely. There are still matters at hand that need my attention.Standing, I pull on a fresh shirt and jeans, then lace up my boots. As I button my cuffs, I open a mind link to Nyx and Ronan.“Meet me in the dining hall for breakfast. We need to talk about next steps.”Their replies come quickly, Nyx’s sharp and efficient, Ronan’s gruff but agree
Rosalee's Point of ViewThe soft morning light filters through the curtains as I smooth the last corner of the bed, making sure it’s neat and perfect. The room smells faintly of fresh linens and the lavender cleaning spray I always use. After what happened last night, focusing on the familiar task and the familiar scent helps keep my nerves in check and helps me to keep my mind from wandering to stranger and the implications of what he said. I'm still focusing on my task, bending down and making sure the bed linen is absolutely perfect, when there is a quick knock on the door and it opens. I glance up to see him, the stranger from last night, standing in the door.His intoxicating scent hits my nose, overwhelming the familiar scent of the room and my heart skips a beat, but I quickly plaster a polite smile on my face, hiding the storm of emotions brewing inside of me. Play dumb, I remind myself. That’s the plan. Maybe if I act like I don’t know what he’s talking about, he’ll get bored
Jensen's Point of ViewI stand motionless in the room, staring at the door Rosalee just disappeared through. My chest feels tight, and my Lycan is restless, growling in frustration at my lack of action. Every fiber of my being screams at me to chase after her, to demand answers, to make her face the undeniable truth of what we are to each other. But I force myself to stay rooted in place, clenching my fists at my sides as I wrestle against the primal urge."Why is she doing this?" The thought echoes in my mind like a relentless drumbeat. I’ve never heard of mates meeting and wanting nothing to do with each other. It’s unthinkable. The bond is too strong, too sacred. And yet, here I am, standing in the aftermath of rejection.Her words play over and over in my head, and I can’t shake the haunted look in her eyes. Whatever she’s hiding, it’s something she believes is so terrible that pretending not to understand what I’m talking about is her only option. But what could it be? What could
Rosalee's Point of ViewThe dining hall buzzes with the quiet hum of conversation, the clatter of silverware against plates, and the occasional burst of laughter from a nearby table. I sit at one of the smaller tables near the window, half hidden from the guests, the sunlight streaming through casting a warm glow on the wooden surface.Across from me, Dameon chats animatedly about something, probably a story from his morning shift, but his words barely register. My mind is elsewhere, tangled in the events of the morning.No matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the memory of Jensen standing there in that room, his piercing gaze locked on mine, his voice so calm yet insistent. His words echo in my mind, “I know you heard me last night, and I know you feel the sparks.” He wasn’t wrong, but that doesn’t make this any easier.I push a piece of bread around my plate absentmindedly, my appetite long gone. My chest feels heavy with the weight of my thoughts. "Maybe I should just tell him outr
Celine's Point of View The steady glow of my computer screen casts a soft blue light over my office, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of the old oak furniture. It’s just another day, until I feel the familiar tug of a mind link as someone attempts to connect. With a sigh, I open the link, and Owen’s voice comes through, slightly tense. “Alpha. There is a woman at the border gate. She won’t give us her name, she just keeps insisting that she wants to talk to you.” I frown, my fingers pausing over the keyboard. “Tell her to state why she is here, and if she won’t, then she should leave.” “We’ve tried that, Alpha, but she refuses to leave. She says she will only speak to you and she won’t leave until she does.” Annoyance creeps into my tone. “Fine. Escort her in. I will send her away myself.” “On it, Alpha.” I cut the link and lean back in my chair, staring
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs Jensen and I make our way back toward the pack house, an uneasy feeling twists in my gut.Why would he ask if I’m okay?Did I say something to make him suspicious? Did Nyx say something to him?I swallow down the panic threatening to surface. I have to end this.This spying mission was never mine to begin with, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve never been good at it. Jensen is too kind, too open, too trusting. Each time I give information to Freya, it feels less like duty and more like betrayal.I take a slow breath. Just a little longer. I just have to fake it a little longer, and then I’m out.As soon as we step into the dining hall, the scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and warm spices fills the air. The room is buzzing with energy, the sound of clinking dishes and overlapping conversations creating a lively atmosphere.I force a bright smile as Jensen and I step into line.He grabs a plate and hands it to me. I take it with a grateful smile, ca
Jensen's Point of ViewI exhale deeply, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension that has been building in my neck throughout the morning. The alliance meeting was a success, but there is still so much uncertainty, especially when it comes to Crimsonclaw.I sit at my mahogany desk, a satisfied smile tugging o my lips as my fingers fly over the keyboard as I type a quick yet professional response to Alpha Lillian’s email.***To: Alpha LillianFrom: Alpha Jensen Dark Moon PackSubject: Re: Alliance Agreement SigningAlpha Lillian,Thank you for confirming your attendance. We are very pleased to have the Crescent Moon Pack stand with us in this alliance. The official signing will take place on Monday at 12:00 PM at the Dark Moon Packhouse.Upon arrival, my Beta Ronan will direct you and your team to the meeting hall, where we will finalize the agreement before the official signing. If you require any accommodations or security measures, please let me know in advance.I look forward to
Rosalee's Point of View I stir awake, my mind clouded with thoughts of last night. The guilt feels heavier today, sitting deep in my chest like a stone. The more time I spend with Jensen, the more I start to doubt everything I have believed up until now. The war, the werewolves, the Lycans... what if I have been seeing this all wrong? I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. This spying needs to end. Today, I’ll gather as much information as I can about the alliance agreement, and if Freya’s so called “friends” don’t want to join, then I’m done. No more secrets. No more betraying Jensen. The decision brings a strange sense of relief, even as the weight of it settles on my shoulders. With a reluctant sigh, I throw back the warm covers and step out of bed. My feet hit the cold floor, jolting me fully awake. I move to the closet, pulling out my usual training attire, black tights, a fitted sports bra, an oversized t-shirt, and my trainers. This has become my go to outfit for my morni
Jensen's Point of ViewThe air in my office is thick with concentration, the only sounds being the rhythmic clicking of the keyboard and the occasional rustling of papers. Nyx, Ronan, and I are gathered around my desk, working on finalizing the alliance agreement. The document displayed on the computer screen outlines the terms we’ve spent hours debating, a pact between werewolf packs and Lycans, a united front against a common threat. Crimsonclaw.Ronan leans back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair. His expression is thoughtful, yet resolute. "This alliance will be the turning point for the war between our two species," he says. "Once other packs learn about it, they might be more inclined to join too."I nod my head, my eyes still scanning the screen as I fine tune the wording of a particularly delicate clause. The agreement needs to be solid, binding. Trust is fragile, and we can't afford any misinterpretations that could cause rifts down the line.Nyx, who has been
Rosalee's Point of ViewThe walk back to the SUVs is quiet, the weight of the meeting still lingering in the air. The only sound is the rustling of leaves beneath our feet and the distant call of birds in the trees. The meeting had gone better than expected, but the tension hasn’t fully lifted.Once we climb into the SUV, Jensen takes the driver’s seat, Marcel settles into the front passenger side, while Piper and I slide into the back. The familiar hum of the engine rumbles to life as Jensen starts the car, and we begin the long drive back to the pack’s territory.For a while, no one speaks. The road ahead of us stretches out, winding through the dense forest, the sunlight filtering through the trees in streaks of gold. I rest my head against the cool glass of the window, watching as the trees blur past in shades of deep green and earthy brown.Marcel is the first one to break the silence.“Well, that went a lot better than I expected it too.”Jensen lets out a small chuckle, his gri
Jensen's Point of ViewI take a steadying breath, my gaze sweeping across the alphas gathered around me. The weight of their stares press against me, a mixture of skepticism, curiosity, and a deep rooted distrust. The tension in the clearing is thick, but I push forward."I know how all of you feel about Lycans," I begin, my voice firm yet measured. "But now is not the time to let old grudges dictate our future. This threat is bigger than all of us. Crimsonclaw is growing bolder, more ruthless with each attack. They started by attacking Lycan packs unprovoked, small strikes at first, taking just enough lives to weaken them without drawing too much attention."I pause, letting the words settle, watching their reactions. Some remain impassive, but others shift slightly, their interest piqued. I glance toward Marcel, gesturing towards him as I continue."A few days ago, they took it a step further. They attacked Alpha Marcel’s pack and wiped out nearly half of his people. Innocent women,
Jensen's Point of ViewThe tension in the room is thick as we go over the last minute details, everyone keenly aware of how crucial today’s alliance meeting is. The air hums with silent anticipation as I scan the faces of the warriors standing before me."Are you clear on where you will be stationed for the meeting? I want everyone in sight so they don’t feel ambushed." My voice is steady, firm.Josh and the four other men nod their heads in unison, their expressions resolute. They understand the importance of making the werewolf packs feel safe enough to even consider working with us.I turn my attention to Marcel and Piper. “I want you standing with us. I know you’re only here to testify to Crimsonclaw’s cruelty, but I don’t want any surprises.”Marcel nods his head without hesitation, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “Understood. This meeting is too important to let it go sideways because of a misunderstanding.”With the plan set, we make our way outside to the waiting
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs we step into the lake, hand in hand, I brace myself for the shock of cold water, expecting the usual chill that comes with stepping into a natural body of water. But to my surprise, the temperature is perfect, cool enough to be refreshing but warm enough to feel like a gentle embrace against my skin.I turn to Jensen, curiosity flickering in my eyes. “How did you know the water wouldn’t be cold?”He shrugs nonchalantly, his dark brown hair catching the sunlight in reddish streaks. “It just always is the perfect temperature.”I frown slightly, tilting my head. “Haven’t you ever wondered why?”A smirk tugs at his lips, and I already know he’s about to say something teasing. “Well, there’s this legend in my pack that this lake’s water is infused with magic.”I let out a small chuckle at that, the idea sounding almost too whimsical.Jensen’s smirk fades into a playful frown. “What? Lycans, werewolves, and even hybrids can exist, but you draw the line at magic?”