Emily's POV I stared blankly at Emilianna. My heart was beating so fast, I could feel it in my throat. I didn’t know how to begin. The words were there, but they were stuck. They felt too big, too heavy to say out loud."Emily," Emilianna said softly, her voice calm and gentle. "I’m here. I’m listening. Whatever it is, just tell me."I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I... I know something," I began, my voice shaking. "Something important."Emilianna nodded, her eyes encouraging. "Go on," she urged, her tone patient and kind.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "It’s about Maron," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "He... he killed your daughter."Emilianna didn’t react the way I expected. She didn’t gasp or look shocked. Instead, she remained calm, her eyes soft but steady. "I know," she said quietly.I blinked, confused. "You... you know?" I asked, my voice full of disbelief."Yes, Emily," she replied, her voice gentle but firm. "I’ve known for a long
Emily's povWe both froze the moment we saw him, but I got even more scared, slowly standing up to my feet. My hands shivered. The look in his eyes didn't seem like he was excited to see us."Quite a bonding..." He uttered, and tried moving closer to where we stood. However, we slowly backed away, our heart drumming.What the hell is he doing here, what did he want from us? I pondered inwardly when he suddenly spoke out, his voice low, and evil."You're scared..." He said, as I swallowed. Why wouldn't I be? After everything I knew about him.I slowly turned my head towards Emilianna who still had her eyes fixed on him. Her face was covered in sweat, and I noticed that she was trying so hard to push down the lump that got stuck in her throat. "You think you all can know the truth about me, and get away with it?" He asked, inching closer as we moved further back."ANSWER ME!!!" He roared, and we both flinched."There's nothing here for you. We were just relaxing, and you came here to i
Emily's POV "UGH!!!" I growled. The pain of the transformation was still telling on me. My breaths came out in shallow pants. My claws stabbing against the nearby trees as I staggered, trying to get a hold of myself."No, no!" I growled, closing my eyes tightly. I wanted the transformation to stop. It was so painfully, and all I could smell was the metallic smell of blood that increased greatly."Ahhhh!" I screamed still staggering. However, my line of sight moved towards the place where I heard the sound.My heart raced, and I was eager to know what it was, and for some reason, the urge to kill it took over me."Where are you..." I muttered walking in a slow pace. I didn't want my movements to scare the little guy off.Finally, I saw a view of the I was looking for. A creature, a squirrel with blood running through it's veins. I could hear it's heartbeat, and I fem the urge to take it away from it."Ahhhh!" I pounced on it from the little distance, depriving it of it's acon before f
Emily's POV It seems he's a fool. I was giving him the chance to escape, but he dared challenge me."What happened to running? Do you really think you can avenge her death?" He asked, making me slowly raise my head."You better run away while you still can. I don't want to have to do this," I tried to speak straight, pushing back the hunger that lingered inside of me. My hands were shaking, but he still didn't get the memo."Less talking, more killing!" Maron growled, rushing towards me with all of his might, but I closed my eyes, and held my breath.My single action allowed him to actually get me. His claw scratched my face, making blood trickle down my face. "What is it. Are you scared? Don't you want to die with honour like your precious Emilianna?" He said her name, and I felt my temperature growing higher.My hands were fisted, and my chest moved fast like my drumming heartbeat."How dare you?!" I roared, but instead of him getting scared, he laughed, which caused me to open my
Emily's POVI stared at Maron's body in shock.What had I done? It had taken a miracle for me to get back to my normal self after my last time as a rampaging beserker and now I had inadvertently tapped into that side of me again. Why? Why did Maron have to provoke me? Why had he been so arrogant? I had tried my best to fight my urges, I had given him time to run away but he kept taunting me and now I had killed him. I didn't feel sorry that Maron was dead, he was a jerk, I felt sorry for myself that I had gone back to a disgusting beast in order to do it. I crumbled to the ground and began to cry, this was too much, this was just too much. Why was my life always like this? It seemed like the moon goddess was working against me, not only have I been constantly betrayed by everybody in my life, I turned into this blood thirsty and disgusting beast and I still had no idea why.After crying for a few minutes, I stopped."No, now's not the time to cry and feel sorry for myself. I need to d
Emily's POVI stood very still in the middle of the forest, my ears listening intently to pick up any foreign sounds. It sounded eerily quiet but I wasn't fooled, I knew there was something out there lurking in the shadows waiting for me so it could attack me. I took a step forward then paused swiftly, I turned around just in time to see a shadow hide behind one of the trees. My suspicions were confirmed, someone had been following me and now they wanted to attack. Unfortunately for them, I wasn't just an ordinary wolf, so whoever it was had no idea what was in store for them. I began to move faster, walking briskly to lure out whoever it was that was following me when I suddenly felt a sharp sting in my neck, it was like a pinch but I suddenly felt unstable. I reached my hand to the spot in my neck and pulled out a syringe. It didn't take a lot to know what was in the syringe, it was no doubt a sedative. Whoever these people were it seemed they had a more intricate and complex plan t
EMILY'S POV“Who are you?” I asked him.“Dear, you should focus on your healing. You are too weak right now. Wait here, I'll go get something for you to eat.” He said and walked out the door.I clenched my fists and helped myself get up. Then I ran out the door. Thankfully there weren't much werewolves in sight to stop me so I was able to escape.***My mind raced in thoughts of how I would go out of the forest to the town to get something for myself to eat. I knew that rumors of me were all over the town and the ruler had already placed his men to search all over the town for me. “Well, I think it would be best for me to disguise myself from them to go to town to get something for myself,” I said in a low voice.I went inside and put on my cloak and put in a little dagger at the side of my ribs to use it to defend myself from his soldiers. I quickly followed a short path leading to the town until I found out there was something strange going on inside of me. I found out that my wolf
EMILY'S POVI opened my eyes slowly, I felt weak and unable to move, I tried bringing my hand down because I felt they were hung up, but it seemed hard for me to bring them down. I woke up and realized that I was captured In a cave and was tied to a wall so as not to escape. I looked around to see if there was anyone with me, but there wasn't. “Is anyone there?” I shouted as my voice echoed through the walls. My mind raced how did I get here, it was perplexing to me, so I struggled to untie the ropes until I remember clearly yesterday that I had put a short dagger at the side of my ribs for defense, but there was no way to get it out I had to struggled and struggled unfortunately for me, I broke my bones and was untied from the wall? I felt so much pain on the wounded area, but it didn't last forever. It took some seconds to get healed. I went up and searched for a path that would leave me outside the cave so I could find my way home since there was no one with me inside the cave.
Emily's POV I watched Link walk away, shoulders tight with unsaid words and silent wounds. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence he left behind weighed heavy on my chest.He’d always been loyal—my right hand, my shadow. He never asked for more than orders. Never demanded space in my heart. But tonight, he had. And I didn’t know how to answer him.Because I wasn’t the same woman I used to be.And part of that… was because of Fayne.Fayne, who’d woken something I’d buried deep. Not just desire, but the terrifying ache of being wanted—not as Alpha, not as a weapon or symbol—but as *me*. I found myself walking to his room again, steps slow, unsure. It was past midnight, the pack settled in sleep. I told myself I was just checking on his recovery. That I was still Alpha, and this was just duty.But my heart was louder than logic.When I pushed the door open, Fayne was awake, sitting at the edge of the bed. His torso still bandaged, eyes dimmed with exhaustion, but he looked u
Emily's POV The days grew quieter, the once-unruly tension that plagued the halls of Galahad now reduced to a soft hum beneath the daily rhythm of leadership. For the first time in weeks, I felt as though I could breathe. There were no intrusions, no visitors at the gate demanding answers about Jacob, no crises to solve before breakfast. The air smelled of pine and freedom.Fayne’s recovery had been slow but steady. I made sure he was well-fed, had the best healers watching over him, and—more often than I’d like to admit—I found myself checking in on him personally. I told myself it was part of my duty. But the truth was simpler.I missed him.I missed the way his eyes softened whenever I walked into the room. I missed the quiet loyalty in his words, the strength in his silence. I even missed the foolish little smirks he gave me when I tried to maintain my mask of indifference.We never talked about what had happened—the kiss, the fevered declaration that I was his wife, the night I’
Emily's POV The truth of his words sat heavily between us. I didn't confirm or deny it.“You read me too well,” I said.“Only because I’ve spent every waking second trying to.”His words should’ve unnerved me. Instead, they warmed something inside me that I hadn’t allowed to feel in a long time.That night, I couldn’t sleep.Not because of nightmares. But because I was starting to crave the quiet presence of a man I once saw as a threat.Over the next few days, he made it worse—in the best way.He brought me coffee in the morning. Not just any coffee. The kind I liked—black, strong, with a hint of cinnamon. He never asked how I took it. He just knew.One night, during a strategy session, I was so tired I nearly fell asleep mid-sentence. Fayne didn’t say a word. He took the papers from my hands, led me to the chair by the fire, and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. His hand brushed my cheek so briefly it might’ve been a ghost of a touch—but I felt it for hours after.I started fi
Emily's POV The silence between Fayne and me had grown roots—thick, winding vines that curled between glances and swallowed every word we didn’t say.Weeks of brushing past each other. Weeks of watching him from across the training field, his arms slick with sweat, his blade catching sunlight like it had something to prove. Weeks of pretending that I didn’t notice the way he stood a little straighter when I approached, the way his gaze never dropped until I made it.But I felt it.All of it.And I hated the ache of not knowing what lingered behind his quiet loyalty. Or worse—what lingered in me.Tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.It was late. Most of the pack was asleep. Only the night guards remained, posted at the perimeter under a silver-stained moon. I moved through the stone hallways with purpose, each step echoing like a heartbeat down the corridor.I stopped in front of his room.The door wasn’t locked. I pushed it open without knocking, just as I always did when I wanted to
Emily's POV "And if he turns on you?" Link stepped closer. "Will you wait until your throat is already slit before you believe me?"I stared at him for a long moment. He was right in many ways. Link had always done the dirty work—without asking questions, without demanding praise. But tonight, he wasn’t just looking at me like his Alpha. He was looking at me like I belonged to him."Is that what this is?" I whispered. "You’re jealous?"His jaw tightened. "I’m not a child, Emily. I don’t get jealous. I get dangerous."His words weren’t a threat. They were a promise.I moved past him to the window, needing space, needing air. Outside, the pack grounds lay quiet under the weight of the night. I could see the training fields where warriors used to train under Jacob’s rule. Where I now held court."You’ve always had my loyalty, Link," I said quietly. "But you don’t own me."He was behind me now. I could feel the heat of him, the restraint in his breath. "Not yet."I turned sharply, our fa
Emily's POV The silence hung, suffocating and electric. I stood above Rosie, chest heaving, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. My knuckles throbbed, my limbs ached, but I stood tall. Victorious.Rosie looked up at me, blood on her lip, her pride cracked and leaking through her gaze. And yet—there was something else in her expression now. Something unfamiliar.Respect.The crowd still held its breath, eyes darting from me to Rosie and back again. They were waiting for someone to speak. Waiting to see if the new world we just stepped into would break them... or lead them.Rosie shifted onto one knee, then the other. Slowly, deliberately, she bowed her head to me.“I yield,” she said, voice rough but clear. “Alpha Emily.”The words echoed through the clearing like a bell tolling across a battlefield.A few gasps broke the stillness. Then, like falling dominoes, the rest of her warriors lowered their heads. Submission. Unity.I should’ve felt triumph. I should’ve smiled. But
Emily's POV The night stretched on like a blade, its sharp edge pressing against my nerves. Sleep was a distant thought, scattered like ashes to the wind. My mind raced, thoughts tangled with fear, determination, and something darker, something that tasted like revenge. I stayed in my room, pacing, my fingers clenching and unclenching. Fayne’s words echoed in my head, and for once, his voice sounded like something more than irritation. It was concern. Desperation. But I couldn’t afford to let it sway me. Not now. Before dawn broke, I slipped from my room and made my way to the training hall. The air was cool, fresh with the scent of rain that hadn’t quite fallen. It was the kind of crispness that made your lungs ache with every breath. The hall was empty, silent but for the quiet creak of the wooden floor beneath my boots. I didn’t want witnesses. Didn’t need anyone to see the way my hands trembled or the ragged edge of my breathing. I grabbed a training dummy, tossing it
Emily's POV “She’s on the eastern border. Brought at least a dozen of her warriors with her.” Melissa’s eyes were wide, panic trembling in her voice. “She’s demanding to speak with you. Alone.” “Alone?” I scoffed. “She must think I’m a fool.” “It’s a trap,” Fayne said, stepping forward. His presence was both reassuring and maddening. After our argument, his loyalty still felt uncertain, a phantom thread swaying in the wind. “She’ll try to catch you off guard.” “I know.” I met his gaze, my own fury barely contained. “But she’s challenging my authority in front of the pack. If I refuse her request, I’ll look weak.” Fayne’s jaw tightened. “So, you’re going?” “Yes.” “I’ll go with you.” His words were iron-clad. “No.” I shook my head, my voice firm. “If she sees me bring you, she’ll think I’m too afraid to face her on my own. This is a test, Fayne. And I’m going to pass it.” His expression twisted with frustration, but he didn’t argue. Melissa, however, looked ready to lau
Emily's POV Fayne remained by my side, his loyalty unwavering. Or so it seemed. But as the days crept by, I couldn’t ignore the way his eyes lingered on me, as if searching for something beyond my words. His fever had broken, but something else had shifted in him, something I couldn’t quite grasp. One afternoon, I found him in the training grounds, slashing through wooden dummies with a ferocity that bordered on madness. Sweat slicked his skin, his breaths ragged. “Fayne,” I called out, my voice slicing through the air. He stilled, knife held loosely in his hand, eyes glazed over with whatever war raged in his mind. “Emily.” His voice was hoarse. “I was just... preparing.” “Preparing for what?” I stepped closer, my gaze sweeping over the wreckage of splintered wood. “For whatever comes.” His gaze flicked to me, something wild and desperate gleaming in his eyes. “You’re surrounded by enemies, Emily. Rosie. The pack members who doubt you. They’ll all come for you eventually