Cadel's POV:As I released Arnold, the metallic clinks of the chains echoed in the dungeon. The weight of the decision settled on my shoulders. Arnold stood there, no longer restrained, his gaze unwavering. The atmosphere in the dungeon shifted, and a quiet anticipation settled in."Arnold," I began, my voice carrying a mix of determination and uncertainty, "you're free to eat, walk, and do whatever you want around the premises. But make no mistake, any attempt to escape would cost you your life."Arnold, though no longer bound, remained defiant. "Still threatening my life, I see."“Are you insane?” Cameroon asked, stepping forward. “You should be grateful that my brother has the decency to treat you with respect and set you free.”Arnold scoffed. “Sure, thank you. I guess I better spend my last day enjoying my freedom, for my death awaits me tomorrow. But know this, your cycle of vengeance won't end with my death."Cameroon shot me a thoughtful look, his eyes hinting at agreement wit
Anna's POV:I could feel my heart racing in sync with the intense scenes unfolding on the TV, sharing the gripping Detective Jimson drama with Natasha. Suddenly, a knock on the front door shattered my concentration. Neither of us budged to respond, our reluctance palpable. My gaze stayed fixed on the TV, and then the knock echoed again, more forceful and persistent. Cursing at the unwelcome interruption, I groaned, pondering who could disturb us at such a late hour. The boys wouldn't bother with a knock.With an hesitant sigh, I rose to open the door, finding a man flanked by two guards. "Apologies for the intrusion, ma'am. Alphas Cadel and Cameroon requested us to deliver the prisoner to their sister," one guard explained."I'm Arnold," the man in the middle of the guards introduced himself with an uneasy smile.Though familiar with Arnold's name, I questioned his presence here instead of the dungeon. Trusting Cadel and Cameroon's judgment, I anticipated learning the reason behind th
Cameroon’s POV:The moon's gentle radiance guided us, casting a silvery hue. The scent of damp earth surrounded us as we neared the dungeon, creating a musty aroma. Gravel crunched beneath our steps. In the distance, wolf howls echoed through the night.Turning left, the dungeon emerged, its iron doors sealed, guarded by four gatekeepers. Dim lanterns flickered, casting an eerie glow on the entrance and corridor leading to the cells. The air grew heavier, laden with foreboding. As we arrived, the gatekeepers saluted, fists to chests, and firm stomps echoed. Their eyes glinted in the lantern light.Nicole waited at the threshold, eyes reflecting curiosity and concern. In the muted light, her features softened, yet the tension in her stance hinted at seriousness."Cameroon, Cadel," she began, gaze shifting, "why did Arnold end up at the house instead of the dungeon? What's going on?""Relax, there's a purpose," I replied. "Arnold's not the enemy; we've decided to treat him better. We're
Carson's POV:Firstly, I want to make it clear that I didn't appreciate Anna entering the room and engaging in conversation with that mother fucker. It bothered me deeply that she was being cordial to someone I considered an enemy.But what could I do? It's not like my brothers would watch me impose my feelings on her, making it challenging to dictate her actions. That was the problem when you and your brothers agreed to share one mate, there was no complete authority. I knew it was always going to be a problem for me not having complete control over Anna, which was why I wanted to suggest a fighting competition and whoever emerged victorious would have her all to himself. My wolf had vehemently disagreed, sensing that I would be defeated. "Anna, could you ask Arnold to join us?" I overheard Cadel, and my attention heightened instantly."Anna, I seriously prefer you not going into his room," I countered. "Since it was your idea to have him here, Cadel, why don't you call her yourse
Anna's POVThe next day started quietly at the packhouse after all the chaos from yesterday. Carson hadn't returned home last night after the fight, although he did see us when we were taking Arnold back to the dungeon. I was both annoyed and worried about him.As I walked around, people whispered and gave me strange looks, as if I had something to do with what happened last night. Maybe I did, I thought. If I hadn't talked to Arnold, maybe Carson wouldn't have been so angry.Carson's argument caused problems, and everyone in the pack seemed uneasy. They whispered and looked at us with suspicion. It's understandable; what happened the day before shook our group.Cadel, who usually tries to keep things calm, acted like everything was normal, but you could tell from people's faces that there was a problem between the alpha brothers.Nicole also looked worried, dealing with the aftermath of Carson's behavior.In an effort to bring back a sense of normalcy, Cadel called for a pack meeting
Cadel's POV:The tension in the dungeon was clear as day as Carson extended his claws, a warning to the elder, Ross. I stepped forward, attempting to diffuse the situation."Carson, we need him to report back to Zeus," I stated firmly, gesturing for him to retract his claws.Carson hesitated for a moment before retracting his claws. The guards restrained Ross, preventing any further attempts to resist. "Now, let's proceed with our plan. Arnold, your father's unwillingness to surrender has left us with no option," I explained, keeping my tone steady.Arnold sighed, seemingly resigned to his fate. "Are you trying to talk me into my death? Just get it over with.""In about a minute," I assured him.Cameroon chimed in, "Your father pushed us to this point. We aimed to avoid bloodshed, but if your death is the only way to grab his attention, then so be it."A guard opened the cell, retrieved Arnold, and we moved outside the dungeon. Carson proposed, "Let's not make it dull—give him a fig
Cameroon’s POV:The training ground churned with dust as all the able bodied male werewolves in our pack clashed in an intense battle. My gaze fixed on Lucas, who skillfully seized a werewolf attempting a sneak attack, throttling him before slamming him to the ground. I couldn't help but offer a slow, appreciative clap."Impressive," I remarked, removing my shirt. "Now, let's see how you fare against me.”Lucas grinned, his eyes glinting with confidence. "You're on, Alpha Cam," he replied, readying himself for our impending clash.As we circled each other, the tension in the air flared up with anticipation. The sounds of growls and snarls from the ongoing werewolf skirmishes provided a rhythmic backdrop to our impending duel.In a synchronized nod, Lucas and I surged forward, the air alive with the impact of fists meeting flesh. His jab feigned left, then shot upward, crashing into my chin with a resounding thud. I countered, unleashing a powerful blow to his stomach in response. With
Carson's POV:After a tough training session, everyone went to bed tired, but I couldn't sleep. I slipped out unnoticed and broke into a run to the forest where I shifted into my wolf form. The moon casted a silvery glow lighting up the path but the tall trees and shrubs dimmed its intensity for brightness. My wolf has been warning me that something bad was about to happen, maybe linked to the upcoming war. It didn't make sense, though, since everyone knew about the war. My wolf instincts kept tingling, making me wonder what could possibly be wrong.Though I staged a convincing display for my siblings, aligning myself with their plan on how to handle Arnold, my distrust of him remained steadfast. Nothing could sway my conviction against placing trust in Arnold. All that talk about peace and breaking the cycle of violence was just a game. Letting himself get beaten up was an even bigger trick. Arnold must be planning something, something that will surprise everyone. But not me—I'm watc
CAMERON’S POVI shot out my hand just in time to catch Cadel’s arm as he lunged toward Dexter, his expression a storm of fury. I knew my brother was itching to confront the arrogant wolf about that infuriating wink—a gesture that felt both flirtatious and downright threatening. We might possess the strength of titans, but we were still outsiders in this pack. Guests who the true Alpha of Black Moon had handed an ultimatum. They didn’t need us now; if anything, our goodwill had come back to haunt us.“Let it go, bro,” I urged, pulling him back as we watched Dexter revel in his victory, the embodiment of arrogance. I could almost feel Anna’s horror radiating from the balcony as he stomped on Marcus’s blood, a grotesque display of dominance.“We have to keep an eye on that bastard,” Cadel muttered through clenched teeth. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in league with the Brothers of Vengeance.”“Yeah, but we need to get the hell out of this godforsaken place,” I countered, trying to red
Cadel’s povThe sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the training grounds as the pack gathered for the duel. The atmosphere was tense, a palpable mix of anticipation and anxiety. Whispers echoed among the pack members, speculation swirling about the candidates for the Alpha position and what this duel might reveal about the pack's future.I stood beside Carson and Cameron, watching the scene unfold before us, the weight of the tragedy of previous days pressing heavily on our shoulders. “We need to stay vigilant,” I murmured, scanning the faces in the crowd. “If the Brothers of Vengeance intend on following through with their plans, they will likely have spies around, watching us closely.”“Agreed,” Carson replied, his jaw set in determination. “We must keep our eyes peeled.” Soon, the competitors entered the arena, and a hush fell over the crowd. Dexter strode in confidently, his posture radiating arrogance and experience. The other candidate, an elder named Marcus
Anna’s PovI was a hundred percent certain that the writing in the leather-bound notebook did not belong to Bryan. After all, we had been mates before Cecilia brought the chaos. I could almost swear that the handwriting was hers. But what use would that information be now that she was gone? I knew I couldn't take back my earlier statement.“It doesn’t belong to Bryan?” Cadel furrowed his brows, confusion etching his features. “We found it among his belongings.”“Think carefully, love,” Cameron said gently, approaching me and placing his hands on my shoulders. “Are you absolutely sure the writing isn’t his?”“I swear on my life,” I replied, resolute in my claim, which earned an amused chuckle from Carson.“There’s no need to swear on your life, darling. Let’s first see what we can find regarding the contacts in the book before we worry about who it originally belonged to.” Carson gently took the notebook from my hand and returned it to the table.Just then, Nicole knocked and slipped i
104-CARSON’S POVThe council was summoned, and the elders gathered, their faces etched with annoyance at being pulled from their slumber. Some appeared barely interested in what my brothers and I had to convey, while others looked outright skeptical. Bryan’s recent feral episode had cast a shadow on his reputation in their eyes. Yet, the harsh truth had to be revealed.“Your Alpha is dead,” Cadel’s voice sliced through the murmurs, ringing out like a clarion call before the elders could even settle into their seats. His proclamation was met with a crushing silence, a stillness that hung in the air like a prelude to an impending storm. The weight of unanswered questions enveloped us, and I could feel the accusatory glares from the older wolves directed toward us.“What do you mean by dead?” one elder roared, rising angrily to his feet. “He was just alive a few hours ago! He was practically in the arms of your mate! You and your brothers took him to his room, and now you tell us he’s d
Cameron’s POVAs Cadel rushed from Bryan’s room, he collided with Carson and Lucas, who were hurrying to find the source of the disturbance.“What’s going on,?, You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Carson attempted a joke, hoping to lighten the atmosphere taut with dread. But Cadel remained silent, his face pallor and grave as he clutched the bloody death threat he'd snatched from the feathered arrow. His hand quivered slightly, the horrific image of Bryan’s lifeless body replaying mercilessly in his mind.“Cadel?” Lucas stepped closer; concern etched deeply across his brow. “What’s wrong with Bryan?”“He’s dead,” Cadel replied, the words flat and devoid of emotion, his eyes distant.“What do you mean dead? He should be sleeping!” The disbelief in Lucas’s voice echoed in the hallway as he moved around Cadel, urgency etched on his face. Carson followed closely behind, the tension thickening the air around us. Moments later, they emerged from the room, their expressions mirroring Cadel'
- CADEL’S POVI despise disloyalty. I can’t stand insubordination. Traitors are a scourge in my eyes. Yet nothing weighs heavier on my heart than witnessing the sadness of my mate. I hate it when tears flow down her cheek. Every challenge to my authority enrages me, but the sight of Anna in pain cuts deeper than anything else. I was resolute in my decision to end Bryan’s life for daring to touch her, to punish him for his unforgivable actions. However, her tears and desperate pleas doused the flames of my thirst for revenge. Anna's compassion continues to astound me, reminding me of the power of love and the strength it takes to choose empathy over anger.My brothers and I found ourselves on the first floor of the packhouse, watching Bryan pour his heart out in Anna’s embrace. A flicker of jealousy stirred within me, but I quickly reminded myself that he was utterly broken and in need of the comfort only Anna could provide—a solace that none of us could offer.“So, what’s the plan now
Carson’s povAnna's scream sliced through the stillness of the house, piercing my heart like a needle dipped in ice. Every instinct I possessed surged to the forefront, igniting a fire in my veins—a primal need to protect her. I didn’t hesitate; without a second thought, I raced up the stairs, my feet pounding against the wooden steps that echoed my urgency.“Carson! Wait!” I heard Lucas shout behind me, his voice overshadowed by the roar of adrenaline in my ears. But I didn’t slow down. Anna was in danger, and that was all that mattered.The sound of matching footsteps followed close behind, and my brothers, Cameron and Cadel, joined my frantic rush despite their injuries. Together, we burst through the door to Bryan’s room, the darkness inside wrapping around us like a suffocating shroud.My eyes immediately locked onto the horrifying scene by the window. There she was—Anna, pinned to the ground like a rag doll, struggling against Bryan's massive wolf. The sight twisted my gut in a
ANNA’S POVThe silver illumination of the moon broke through the canopy of trees as we made our way backto the pack, casting a silvery ray across our tired faces. I couldn't shake away the adrenaline stillcoursing through my veins, the battle still fresh in my mind. As we arrived at the pack house, anarray of worried faces and a tinge of relief greeted us. They looked us over, their eyes scanningfor injuries and becoming wider when they found the gunshot wound on Cameron. Theirexpressions were a tapestry of concern.“Is everyone alright?” Ash, one of our trusted warriors, stepped forward, his eyes locking ontoCadel, and Cameron, who Nicole and Lucas were helping.“More or less,” Cameron grunted, his voice gruff but steady.and Cadel lowered themselves onto a nearby couch.“We’ll live.” Slowly and painfully, heI felt a smile tug at my lips despite the grim happenings of the previous night. There wasstrength in us, a resilience that bound our pack together. The bond of family w
Anna's POV:Inside the Alpha quarters, in the confines of the large living room, only three of us remained: Nicole, Lucas, and me. We hoped those who went after Cecilia's killer would return any moment, having faced little challenge in capturing him. But we were wrong. A primal roar shattered the silence around us twice. Nicole stood up abruptly. “That must be Bryan.”I joined her. “He's calling for his pack.”“What could have possibly gone wrong?” Lucas asked as he rose too."Let's go after them!" I declared.Lucas nodded, and we left the house, heading towards the forest. As we went after Bryan and the others, more pack members joined us, all responding to the Alpha's call. As we reached the edge of the forest, the scene before us made my blood run cold. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, the metallic scent of blood mixing with the earthy smell of the forest. The moon cast an eerie light over the carnage, illuminating the torn remains and the still forms of bodies.Nicole gaspe