"Hard to be Luna of any pack if you're dead," I replied coolly, stepping closer until we were mere inches apart. "And believe me, I'd take great pleasure in making that happen." Her eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance. "Over Lottie? You're willing to start a war over her?" she snapped, t
Kane's POVAfter kicking Connie out early this morning, I paced back and forth in my room, the walls closing in like a vice around me. The silence was suffocating, each tick of the clock amplifying the emptiness I felt inside. Seeing Lottie again was supposed to make things easier, but it only tore
"Kane," he called out. "A word?"I waited as he closed the distance between us, bracing myself for the lecture I knew was coming. It was always the same—responsibilities, duties, the weight of the pack resting on my shoulders."What is it?" I asked, striving to keep my tone neutral. He studied me in
Connie's POVI paced back and forth in the kitchen, my heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. The rhythmic sound did little to soothe the storm brewing inside me. My mind raced, thoughts tangled like a web I couldn't escape. What if they found out? What if Kane and Knox learned the truth ab
Kane's POVI reached the door, exhaling a heavy sigh just as something crashed against it from behind. A splash of liquid trickled down the wooden surface, pooling at my feet. The sharp scent of whiskey filled the air—a drink wasted in a petty act of frustration. I glanced over my shoulder to see Co
Chase POVI stood in the doorway, watching Connie as she processed Kane's words. Millions of emotions washed over her face, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her head. Her expression shifted from confusion to anger to something I couldn't quite place—hurt, maybe? Thor grumbled insi
Chase POVI whipped my head around, my heart racing, and there was Astaroth, lounging lazily on a lavish red velvet sofa. It was the kind of setup you'd expect in some grand, twisted palace—extravagant and disturbing at the same time. He was watching me like someone watches their favourite show, a d
Adam's POVSitting on the edge of the bed, I watched Lottie sleep. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheek and the flutter of her dark eyelashes against her skin. Her breaths were slow and steady, a soothing rhythm that mome