LOGINGwen's POV My head pounded, every throb behind my eyes a reminder of how hard I’d cried. The silence in the car didn’t help. It was loud somehow, louder than a scream.I sniffled, gripping the steering wheel tighter as I drove into the city, the edges of the human world slowly coming into view. As I hit the outskirts, snowflakes began to fall, soft and quiet, like they were trying to soothe my aching soul.I pulled over, exhaling shakily.I needed air. Space. Distraction.Slipping out of the car, I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my black jacket and began to walk. The streets were alive, lovers huddled together beneath scarves, kids laughing as they tossed snowballs, teenagers tapping away at their phones like the cold couldn’t reach them.There was always something so… warm about this world. Even in the cold. The humans lived with such ease, so much heart. I envied it sometimes.I slowed when something pink caught my eye.An old woman, her hair dyed a striking cotton-candy pink
Gwen's POVOnce Lance laid the flowers at the base of the tree, he turned to me. We walked together in silence, the soft rustle of leaves filling the air between us. My chest ached, the quiet almost too heavy.“About Lia…” he began.“I’m not ready,” I cut him off, my voice firm but gentle.He paused, studying me, then gave a slow nod. “It’s fine.”I exhaled quietly, fingers brushing against the hem of my coat as I stared ahead. Ever since I had Lia, I kept her away from almost everyone. The only ones allowed to see her were Nana Lena, my mother, and me. It might have seemed selfish, but I didn’t care. I would do everything—anything, to keep her safe. Even if that meant from her own family.“You’re doing an amazing job,” Lance said suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts.I turned my head slightly, forcing a small smile. “I try my best. With Reagan not back…” my voice caught, and I swallowed hard before continuing, “I just want to make sure our people feel safe. And so far, it’s been g
Gwen’s POV“Mummy, look!” Lia’s little voice rang out, full of excitement.I looked down from the book in my hand and saw her holding up a colorful painting, mostly yellow scribbles with a big smiling face in the middle.I smiled, my heart melting. “Oh… is this a sun baby?”She nodded so fast her curls bounced. “Yes!”“It’s really beautiful,” I said, kissing her warm little temple as she climbed into my lap, wiggling to get comfortable.Her tiny fingers still had paint on them, and I didn’t even care that they left smudges on my black jeans. She was glowing. My little light.Just then, Grandmother Lana walked in, holding a folded cloth and a warm smile. “She’s been drawing that a lot,” she said, setting the cloth down on the table. “The sun baby. Over and over again. Either it’s the simplest thing to draw… or she might be telling us something.”I rolled my eyes playfully. “Nana, she’s just a baby.”Lia had already hopped off my lap, humming as she ran to her toys in the corner of the
Gwen's POVThe sound of my boots echoed softly on the wooden floor as I paced the mat-lined room, muscles loose, senses sharp. I could feel the rush of my wolf just beneath the surface, restless, alive.Otis stood across from me, crouched in position, arms ready to block."Again," I said, wiping a bead of sweat from my temple with the back of my glove."You sure?" he smirked. "You’ve been dodging better than usual lately. Don’t want to bruise my ego."I raised a brow, lips twitching. "You mean what’s left of it?"He chuckled, and I moved.Fast.A blur of black as I darted left, then spun right, forcing him to shift his weight. He blocked, barely, but not fast enough. I ducked low, grabbed his wrist, twisted behind him in one smooth motion, and bent his arm until it was pinned between his shoulder blades.“Damn,” Otis grunted, frozen in place.“Don’t tell me you’re letting me win now,” I teased, breathless.I released him, and we both stepped back, laughing.“I’m just saying,” he said,
Gwen’s POVThree years later.I stared at the woman in the mirror.Her eyes were darker now. Not in color, but in weight. Her brunette hair, once soft waves down her back, was now cut blunt just above the shoulders. Clean. Sharp. Easy to manage.Easier to hide behind.I tugged my black glove a little tighter, flexing my fingers. The leather creaked faintly.Long coat. Black tank top. Black pants. Black boots. I looked like a shadow.Maybe I was.A soft knock broke the quiet.“Luna.”I turned. Astra stood at the door, eyes soft but wary.“They’re here,” she said. “All of them.”I held her gaze. “All of them?”She nodded. “Yes.”Of course they were. Wolves love a show of strength. And grief always puts on the best performances.I gave a small nod. “Tell them I’ll be there in five.”“Yes, Luna.”She closed the door behind her, leaving me alone again. For a moment, I just stood there, letting the silence wrap around me. Then I walked to the dresser. My steps were slow, measured, like each
Reagan's POVPain…Blinding, soul-tearing pain as his blade pierced my side. I groaned, blood spilling from my mouth, my body spasming. My head dropped, vision darkening at the edges. But I could still hear him.“Don’t worry, brother,” Hayden whispered, voice as casual as if we were discussing our favorite meal. “Unlike her… I’m not gonna kill you. Yet.”My blood boiled in my veins.Then I saw it, his gaze shifted…To my hand…To the ring.The Alpha ring.His lips curled into something cold, vile. “Relinquish your title.”I laughed. Spat blood at his feet.“I’d rather die than give that to you,” I snarled.The fury in his eyes didn’t surprise me, but the smirk did.“I was expecting that,” he said coolly. “That’s why… I came prepared.”He snapped his fingers.One of the witches stepped forward, black hair, pale face, eyes cast down like she couldn’t bear to look at me. Coward.My body tensed. “Do what?” I growled, struggling against the cursed roots digging deeper into my wrists and ankle







