Jensen's Point of View
I 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 Stacks of paperwork litter the surface, most of it outdated reports and formalities I’ve been putting off for weeks.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 precision, his broad frame exuding calm authority. Nyx, on the other hand, is a sharp contrast, her piercing gaze scans the room as she takes her seat, always alert, always calculating.
Once they’re seated across from me, I waste no time getting to the point. “The Crimsonclaw Pack is becoming quite the problem,” I begin, my voice steady but firm. “They’ve attacked another Lycan pack, unprovoked.”
Ronan’s jaw tightens, his hands curling into fists on the armrests of his chair. “Which pack?” he asks, his voice low and controlled.
“Silverfang,” I reply. “The casualties were minimal, but it’s the principle. They’re testing boundaries, and it won’t be long before they turn their sights on us.”
Nyx leans forward, her sharp features illuminated by the desk lamp. “They’re either desperate or stupid. What’s the plan?”
I glance between them, the weight of responsibility pressing heavy on my shoulders. “We need to act. But first, I want to know why they’re escalating. Gather intelligence, assess their movements, and find out if there’s more to this than meets the eye.”
Both Ronan and Nyx nod their heads, their expressions resolute. As they rise to leave, I add, “This isn’t just about retaliation. It’s about sending a message. We can’t afford to show weakness.”
As the door clicks shut behind Ronan and Nyx, silence fills the room once more. I lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts begin to wander. The weight of my title presses heavily on my shoulders, a burden I’ve carried since the day I became Lycan King.
The war between Lycans and werewolves has been a constant in my life, a bitter feud that has claimed countless lives on both sides. I’ve grown up amidst the chaos, seen the destruction it leaves in its wake. But from the moment I took the crown, I made it my mission to end this senseless conflict.
I banned unprovoked attacks, enforcing strict laws to maintain order between our kind and the werewolves. For a time, it seemed like progress was possible, like peace was within reach. But packs like Crimsonclaw threaten to undo everything I’ve worked for.
They’re a rough, unruly pack of werewolves, defiant and violent, as if they’ve forgotten, or chosen to ignore, who is in charge. Their latest attack on Silverfang is a blatant challenge to my authority. If I don’t act swiftly, it could reignite the fires of war, undoing years of effort in an instant.
I open the mind link again, reaching out to Ronan and Nyx. “You two should get a good night’s rest. First thing tomorrow morning, the three of us are heading out to Silverfang. We need to assess the situation and put an end to Crimsonclaw’s unprovoked attacks before this escalates any further.”
Their responses are immediate and resolute. “Understood.”
Closing the link, I rise from my chair, exhaustion settling into my bones. The long day has taken its toll, but there’s no time for self-pity. I head upstairs to my private apartment, the familiar surroundings offering a small measure of comfort.
As I lay down, my mind races with plans and possibilities. The Crimsonclaw Pack must be dealt with, but how far am I willing to go to ensure peace? These are the questions that keep me awake, even as I force myself to rest. Tomorrow will bring answers, or more challenges.
***
The next morning, I wake before the sun has fully risen, the soft gray light of dawn spilling through my apartment window. The air feels crisp, charged with the weight of what lies ahead. Rising from bed, I grab a duffle bag and begin packing the essentials, clothes, a few weapons, and other necessities. I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, and it’s better to be prepared.
Once I’ve zipped up the bag, I open a mind link to Nyx and Ronan. “Meet me at the SUV. We leave in ten.”
Their acknowledgments are quick and concise, and by the time I reach the vehicle, they’re already there. Ronan leans casually against the passenger door, his bag slung over one shoulder, while Nyx stands nearby, checking the straps on her own bag.
“Morning,” I greet them, my voice low but steady.
“Morning,” they reply in unison.
We load our bags into the back of the SUV, each movement efficient and practiced. I slide into the driver’s seat, Ronan taking the passenger side and Nyx settling into the back. As the engine hums to life, we fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes from years of trust and shared purpose.
The road stretches out before us, the landscape shifting from the muted hues of the city to the dense greenery of the forests. The rhythmic sound of the tires on the asphalt is almost soothing, a backdrop to my swirling thoughts.
It’s Nyx who finally breaks the silence. “So, what’s the plan?” she asks, her tone curious but sharp. “I’m guessing this trip is just to gather information on the Crimsonclaw Pack?”
I glance at her in the rearview mirror, her piercing eyes meeting mine. “That’s the primary goal,” I reply, my hands steady on the wheel. “We need to understand why they’re escalating their attacks and whether there’s something, or someone, behind it. But make no mistake, if we find an opportunity to send a message, we will. They need to know there are consequences for their actions.”
Ronan nods his head, his expression thoughtful. “Do you think they’re acting alone, or could this be part of something bigger?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out,” I say firmly. “But we tread carefully. The last thing we need is to provoke a larger conflict.”
Nyx leans back in her seat, her sharp gaze never leaving me. “Understood. But if things go sideways, you know we’ve got your back.”
I give her a small nod of acknowledgment. “I know. And I’m counting on it.”
The conversation fades, and the SUV lapses back into silence. The tension in the air is palpable, but it’s laced with determination. Whatever awaits us at Silverfang, we’ll face it together.
***
We’ve been on the road for hours, the landscape shifting as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting the world in shades of orange and gold. We’re about halfway to the Silverfang Pack when the weather takes a sudden turn. Dark clouds roll in, blotting out the last rays of sunlight, and within moments, rain begins to pour in relentless sheets.
The storm comes out of nowhere, fierce and unyielding. I grip the wheel tightly, my eyes straining to see the road ahead even with my enhanced Lycan vision. The wipers work furiously, but it’s no use, the visibility is too poor.
After another mile of creeping forward, I pull off to the side of the road, the tires crunching against gravel. “It’s unsafe to keep driving in this,” I announce, turning to Ronan and Nyx. “We need to stop somewhere for the night and continue in the morning.”
Ronan nods his head, his expression calm and practical as always. Nyx is already on her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. “About two miles ahead, there’s a small human town,” she says, not looking up. “There’s bound to be a hotel there.”
I nod in agreement, and Ronan does the same. Starting the car again, I drive cautiously through the storm, the tension in the vehicle palpable as we navigate the unfamiliar road. Soon, the lights of the town come into view, a welcome reprieve from the oppressive darkness of the storm.
It doesn’t take long for Ronan to spot a hotel, a modest but welcoming structure with warm lights glowing in the windows. I park the SUV, and the three of us step out into the rain, hurrying inside to escape the chill.
The moment I step into the lobby, a scent hits me like a bolt of lightning. It’s sweet, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible. My entire body tenses as the realization dawns on me, "my mate is here".
The scent pulls me like a magnet, my heart pounding in my chest as my eyes scan the room. And then I see her.
She’s breathtaking, dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, piercing blue eyes that seem to see straight through me. Her presence commands my attention in a way nothing else ever has. Before I can stop myself, the word slips from my lips, low and guttural.
“Mate,” I growl, the primal claim reverberating through the room.
But instead of joy or recognition, her face twists into an expression of sheer horror. The look takes me aback, freezing me in place.
Why is she afraid?
The storm outside seems to pale in comparison to the whirlwind inside me. My mate is here, standing before me, but something is wrong. Very wrong.
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
Jensen's Point of ViewI make my way through the quiet hallways of the hotel, my steps purposeful as I head toward Rosalee’s room. I need to talk to her again, to try and make her see that I’m not here to hurt her. As I round the corner leading to her door, I stop in my tracks.There she is, slipping out of her room.Her movements are cautious, her eyes darting around as though she’s making sure no one sees her. Instinctively, I press myself against the wall, masking my scent and softening my steps. My years of training have taught me how to move like a shadow, and tonight, the light rain only adds to my advantage.I follow her at a distance, keeping to the edges of the hallway and then out into the night. She doesn’t notice me as she makes her way toward the forest, her coat pulled tight against the drizzle. Her movements are deliberate, each step carefully placed, as though she’s done this many times before.Once she reaches the edge of the forest, she pauses, looking around again t
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?”