Fayne's POV She used to feed him clovers while I watched, pretending I didn’t care. But I did. God, I did.The memory slammed into me like a wall of light, piercing the haze.Gray would sit in her lap for hours, twitching his nose while she read stories aloud. She’d always look up and smile at me—soft, kind, like I wasn’t some ticking bomb of wrath and teeth. Like I was human.I blinked, and the vision of blood drained away. The rabbit in front of me froze, sensing me. One more heartbeat and I could’ve—But I didn’t.I let out a long breath, stepped back. The creature bolted, a blur of brown vanishing into the trees.I stood there, trembling, hands clenched into fists.The demon inside me snarled, unsatisfied.But Emily’s memory held stronger.For now.I thought handing off the box would bring me peace. I thought completing that task would loosen the weight that had been growing on my chest since the day I was pulled into all this. But the truth is, even after placing the box into Pe
Emily's POV After Fayne left, the silence in the pack house felt louder than it had in weeks. I tried not to notice how empty the halls seemed. I tried not to notice how my chest felt like it was hollowed out. He didn’t say goodbye—not really. Just a quiet look and the brush of his shoulder as he disappeared into the trees. Typical Fayne.So I did what I always do when everything feels like it’s spiraling—I danced.Not for anyone else. Just for me.I waited until the common room was empty, then turned on that old, scratchy music player tucked behind the bookshelf. The pack didn’t care for music anymore—not since the last Alpha banned “useless” rituals—but I kept a few tunes hidden, tucked away like old friends. I played one, soft and slow, and let my feet remember who I was before everything got so… *twisted.*The rhythm became a meditation. My mind floated as my body moved. I could breathe again in those moments—really breathe. No Alpha, no orders, no poisonous tension pressing down
Emily's POV The sun was barely down when I retreated to my chambers, but the ache behind my eyes told me night had long since fallen inside me. I didn’t bother lighting all the lamps—just one by the fireplace to cast a warm enough glow that I could pretend the world outside didn’t exist. My boots slid off with a soft thud, and I sank onto the edge of the bed with a sigh, letting my arms go slack at my sides. The fabric of the sheets was cool against my palms, the velvet coverlet tugged gently beneath me as I leaned back. Just for a moment, I told myself. Just a short rest. The minute my head hit the pillow, the heaviness in my chest began to dissolve. My thoughts were a swirling pool of everything I’d tried to avoid all day—the funeral preparations, the silence in the halls, the empty chair at supper. And the waiting.Always the waiting.I didn’t even hear the door open until a familiar voice called gently from the threshold. “Milady?”I blinked, lifting my head off the pillow. Mel
Emily's POV He held my gaze, something burning behind his eyes now. Not anger. Not exactly. Just... urgency.“If something does come,” he said, “promise me you’ll call me.”“I always do.”“No.” He stepped even closer. “Not when it’s convenient. Not when you’ve run out of options. Call me first.”I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to speak. Finally, I sighed.“Fayne,” I said softly, arms still folded over my chest. “You should go.”He didn’t answer at first. He just looked at me, his eyes unreadable in the dim glow from the fireplace. The window behind him was still cracked open, letting in a hush of cold air that licked at the back of my neck.“I can stay until morning,” he offered, voice low, almost tender. “Just to make sure—”“I’ll be fine,” I interrupted, a little more firmly. “I can handle tonight. You need rest too.”For a long moment, he didn’t move. Then he stepped forward—closer than he had all evening—and reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from my cheek. His fin
Emily’s POVThe second I shut my door, I let out a deep breath and leaned against the wood. My head was pounding, my chest felt tight, and all I wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a year. Everything had felt off lately—whispers behind my back, side glances in the halls, a strange chill in the air that no one else seemed to feel.I walked to my bed and collapsed onto the mattress, letting my eyes close for just a moment. My body ached with exhaustion, but it was more than that. It was the kind of tired that sank into your bones, the kind that sleep couldn’t fix.I didn’t even hear the knock until it came again—louder this time.Groaning, I sat up. “Yeah?”The door creaked open, and Melissa stepped in. Her expression was unreadable, but there was tension in her shoulders. Something was wrong.“The Alpha wants to see you,” she said.I blinked. “Jacob?”She nodded once. “Now.”“Did he say what for?”“No,” she said quietly. “But I’d hurry if I were you.”The door closed beh
Emily's POV Jacob’s fists clenched at his sides. “You can’t make me—”But his voice cut off as Fayne’s shadows rose from the floor, curling around his throat like smoke.“Apologize,” Fayne repeated, voice like a demon’s whisper.Jacob choked, eyes wide. Then slowly, painfully, he looked at me.“I’m... sorry,” he said, his voice tight, ragged. “Emily... I was wrong.”The words hit me like a slap. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream.Jacob dropped his gaze.Fayne lowered his hand, and the shadows receded.Jacob collapsed fully to the floor, trembling, humiliated.Fayne turned to me, his expression softening.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded slowly, still shaking. “I think so.”“Come on,” he said, offering his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.”“No,” I said. “I'll take care of things around here. You should go.”Fayne gave me a look and then he said, “Fine. But right now, I currently have Jacob under control. That should buy you time to take the pack for yourself.”I breathed deeply. “
Emily's POV Jacob was dead to the world—metaphorically, for now.His body slumped in the leather chair like a ragdoll, his lips parted slightly, eyelids fluttering in an unnatural sleep. He never saw it coming. Not the spiked drink, not the shift in power. Definitely not *me*.“Perfect,” I murmured, standing from the settee.I strode to the hallway and clapped twice.Two maids rushed in, heads bowed.“Take the Alpha to his chambers,” I ordered coolly. “Tuck him in and lock the door from the outside. No visitors, no disturbances. And if anyone asks… tell them he’s not to be bothered until further notice.”Their eyes widened, but neither dared question me.“Yes, Luna,” one whispered.I stepped aside, watching as they lifted Jacob’s limp form between them. He mumbled something incoherent, then went still again. They carried him out, leaving the door open behind them.I turned and walked back into his office.No.My office.I ran a hand across the heavy oak desk, tracing the ridges and g
Emily's POV I sat at the far corner of the council room, quiet but watchful. The long stone table in front of me was lined with Galahad’s oldest wolves—gray-haired, sharp-eyed, and set in their ways. Their voices echoed through the high chamber like growls trapped between pride and paranoia.I didn’t belong here. Not by their standards.And yet here I was, seated at a table meant for leaders.“Where is Alpha Jacob?” one of them finally asked, his voice brittle like old bark.Every gaze turned to me.I folded my hands on the table and gave a polite, neutral smile.“He’s unwell,” I said calmly. “Very sick, actually. He asked me to attend in his place until he’s recovered.”The room shifted. Some council members raised their brows. Others exchanged knowing looks. But no one outright challenged me. Not yet.“Hmm,” muttered Elder Marreck, leaning back in his chair. “He must trust you deeply.”“He does,” I said.And he doesn’t even know it.Another elder spoke up. “We’ve had word from the
Emily's POV Later That Night – War RoomFayne was already there when I burst in. His face turned sharply toward me, sensing my fury before I spoke.“There’s a tunnel under my chambers,” I told him, holding up the dagger. “It’s how Lucien got in. I found this at the end of it.”Fayne took the blade gently from my hand, reading the name carved in the metal.“Matteo,” he clenched his teeth.“Yes. And if my brother’s been using it… it means someone in Galahad helped him.”Fayne’s face darkened. “Joren mentioned someone—someone higher up. They called him ‘The Watcher.’ Said they were orchestrating something from within.”My knees nearly buckled. The Watcher..My blood whispered with dread. I didn’t know who they were—but I would find out.Fayne stepped closer, his hand brushing mine. “We’re being gutted from the inside.”I nodded, throat tight.“They’ll regret underestimating me,” I said. “I’ll tear them from this pack one by one.”Even if it had to be carved from the bones of a broken pas
Emily's POV Dawn broke over Galahad like a sigh of relief—gold light bleeding through the shattered remnants of war. The air still smelled of smoke and blood, and the ground outside the pack house was carved with claw marks, ash, and sorrow. We had survived.But we had not emerged unscathed.I stood before the remaining pack members in the central courtyard. Healers moved quietly among the injured. Warriors, some still bleeding, knelt beside the bodies of their fallen. I felt their eyes on me as I stepped forward—not as their Alpha, but as someone who bled alongside them.“We lost too many,” I began, my voice steady, though my heart throbbed behind each word. “But we are not broken. We are not done. Galahad still stands.”A low ripple of voices answered me, like the beginning of thunder.“Our enemies came into our walls,” I continued. “Not through strength. Not through skill. But through betrayal.”That silenced them.I looked at Fayne, who stood at the edge of the gathering with his
Emily's POV “I am its architect.” His voice sharpened. “I bled to carve this world and you—you ungrateful little thing—think you can reshape it just because you wear a crown?”I stepped forward, shoulders square despite the ache in my belly. “This pack is mine. And you’re just a bitter shadow crawling through the cracks.”His smile died.In one breath, he was before me. He struck.I barely blocked the blow, steel singing as I summoned my power—shadow and flame pulsing from my palms. Our magic collided, shattering the air with a boom that knocked down the throne room’s torches. I stumbled, catching myself against the wall as he advanced again.“You’re weak, Emily. You’ve always been,” He spat, raising a blackened blade—ancient and cursed.“No,” I growled, blood in my mouth. “You just never expected me to survive.”I launched my power again, this time from the core of me—fueled by rage, by memory, by the child I hadn’t even held yet. Fire burst across the room, smashing into him and se
Emily’s POVThe room was spinning, or maybe it was just me. My legs barely carried me to the edge of the bed before I collapsed into its hold. Blood. The unmistakable warmth of it stained my thighs and soaked through my garments.I tried to breathe, to focus, but panic was rising like a tide I couldn’t stop.The door burst open just as the shadows started to close in again.“Emily!” Fayne’s voice was hoarse with urgency.Behind him stepped a healer—an older woman with a composed presence and knowing eyes. She moved fast, kneeling beside me without hesitation. Fayne hovered, his eyes darting between the blood on the sheets and the furrowed worry on the healer’s face.“Help her,” he growled low, his fists clenched.“I am,” the healer said gently, her hands already working. She pressed her palms over my lower stomach, a warm hum of power flowing into me.I felt the baby—alive. Faint, but there.“She’s still holding on,” the healer murmured. “The pregnancy is early, delicate. You must res
Emily's POV “That's okay.” I said, “You two can take a rest in the living room until the other Alphas arrive.”“But Alpha, Red Cross has only recently been exposed as a pack. Many Alphas may not be ready to accept it yet.”“Oh, they will.” I said. “It's only a matter of time.”“Yes Alpha.”Adam and Penelope walked away to the living room and I heaved a sigh of relief. It had been long since I last saw those two. It was good to see them.Not long after, the Alpha of Crystal pack came over. I greeted him and asked about his Luna. She was resting back home was his response. I let him join Adam and Penelope in the living room.By dusk, Alpha Dion of the Crestwind Pack had crossed our borders. He had once been an enemy, years ago. But I knew the enemy of my enemy might yet be the foundation of a shared future.And then… one by one, they came.Alpha Riva of the Moonclaw. Alpha Thorne of the Eastern Ridges. A rogue leader named Vasha, representing nearly a hundred unaligned werewolves. All
Emily's POV The sky was thick with ash. The scent of blood clung to the trees. The once-proud grounds of the Galahad pack house were now littered with broken timber, charred stone, and the wounded groans of warriors too stubborn to fall.I stood in the middle of it all, shoulders tight, dress torn and soaked in both my blood and theirs.Matteo had been dragged away. I’d spared his life—barely. Sent him back to my father with one message written across his chest in claw marks: **This land belongs to Emily. Come for it again, and bleed.**Now, silence ruled the ruins of the battlefield.Fayne walked beside me, quiet and steady, his presence grounding me like always. My hand rested on my stomach without thinking. The child growing inside me didn’t stir. But I was acutely aware of it. Every heartbeat of mine… was two now.“Let me take you inside,” Fayne said gently. “You’re hurt.”“I’m fine.” But I wasn’t. My body throbbed with bruises, and I hadn’t stopped trembling since the fight ende
Emily’s POVThe air cracked before dawn.I had barely finished reviewing the patrol routes when the first explosion hit—closer than it ever should have been. The ground trembled beneath the weight of chaos. I could feel it in my bones: the war had reached my doorstep.A guard burst into the war room, blood on his armor and fear in his eyes. “Alpha Emily! The Donovan forces… they’ve breached the second perimeter. They’re inside Galahad territory. Heading straight for the pack house.”I stood slowly, my heart slamming in my chest. “Sound the full alarm. Evacuate the pups and elders to the tunnels. Ready the fighters. No one retreats unless I command it.”As I stepped outside, the air was thick with smoke and magic—an unnatural tension. My wolves were already clashing with intruders in the woods, their howls echoing in my mind like a second heartbeat. But this… this wasn’t a raid.It was a full invasion.“Fayne!” I called out through our link, already sensing him cutting through enemies
Emily's POV Fayne helped me into my robe and placed a steadying hand on the small of my back as we followed Melissa down the hallway. The further we walked, the more tension built in my chest. I felt like every heartbeat echoed louder than the last, vibrating with the weight of what was coming.The war wasn’t knocking at our door—it was clawing at it.We reached the council chamber where two scouts stood, their cloaks dusted with dried leaves and their faces streaked with sweat. They straightened the moment I entered.“My Alpha,” one said, lowering his head. “We found signs of movement along the Donovan border. Not just soldiers—creatures. Twisted ones. Like hybrids.”My blood ran cold.“Hybrids?” Fayne echoed. “Explain.”“They smelled like us… but not. Their energy felt wrong. Tainted. Like they were made… not born.”I stepped forward. “Made? You’re saying Matteo is creating… corrupted wolves?”The scout nodded. “Yes. We think they’ve been experimenting. With dark magic.”My fingers
Emily's POV I tried to wave him away, but it was too late. He was already beside me in three long strides, crouching down, his arms reaching out.He stilled when he saw the blood. His eyes darkened with alarm, then narrowed in concentration. I could feel it—his senses opening, searching through the energies in the room, searching me.And then he stilled again, this time… in disbelief.“Emily,” he whispered, voice hushed. “Are you… are you pregnant?”I looked up slowly, lips parted in shock. He hadn’t even touched me, but he *knew*.My silence was answer enough.Fayne’s expression changed, softening with a mixture of awe and protectiveness. But the concern didn’t fade.“Why didn’t you tell me?”“I wasn’t sure,” I said weakly, my voice cracking. “I didn’t want to say anything until I could confirm it… until I knew it was real. And now—Fayne, I’m throwing up blood. Something’s wrong.”He immediately scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed, his every movement cautious but urge