Eve’s POVAs Ryan's firm grip enveloped my arm, pulling me away from the chaotic scene unfolding within the room, I could feel the urgency in his movements. The air crackled with tension, and my heart raced in sync with the rapid beats of his footsteps. His protective stance spoke volumes, a shield against the impending storm that threatened to engulf us.The tumultuous symphony of clashes and shouts echoed behind us, each step accompanied by the distant clamor of the Packhouse in disarray. Ryan's presence was a fortress, a bulwark against the danger that loomed. I stole a glance over my shoulder, witnessing the chaos we left behind. My comrades battled fiercely, but my attention quickly reverted to Ryan, his unwavering determination etched across his face.As we navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, Ryan's body tensed with each passing moment. The weight of his protection bore down on him, and I couldn't shake the guilt that crept into my chest. His sacrifice, both immediat
Eve’s POVRyan and Raven sat on either side of me, exchanging looks so laden with hatred that I couldn't help but burst into laughter. The intensity of their animosity struck me as absurdly comical.“What's so funny?” Raven asked, irritation evident in his tone.In response, I heard a low growl escape Ryan's throat, a clear warning for Raven to approach the conversation with more caution. I rolled my eyes at Ryan, dismissing the need for his protective stance."I'm laughing at you two. Look at each other; you both desire peace, both want to halt the attacks. Instead of working together and setting aside your differences, you're fighting over me as if the final decision isn't mine," I said, studying their reactions."The problem is, I'm not convinced he's not behind the attacks," Ryan retorted, his glare still fixed on Raven."Because you don't consider all the possibilities, Ryan. I don't mean to offend you, but momentarily set aside your feelings about Raven and focus on his actions.
Eve’s POV"You called me," Jackson says as he stands in front of us.“I want to ask you about something. We'd better go inside the house.” I say and without waiting for an answer I head inside.Ryan motions for him to follow me and without protest, Gamma follows me into the house.The air in the room hung heavy with tension as we entered. Jackson usually cocky, now looked scared. I took a deep breath, breaking the silence that enveloped us."Gamma," I began, my voice steady but laced with concern, "I want to know everything you know about Cari's behavior in the days leading up to the poisoning two years ago. Every detail could be crucial."Gamma straightened, his eyes meeting mine. "Eve, I'm not sure why I'm being interrogated about my sister. ""I'm asking the questions, Jackson. My motives are none of your business.'' I reply coldly.Gamma leaned against the table, a habitual gesture of cont
Eve’s POVRealizing the importance of the conversation we were about to have, I sat down next to him. I looked into his eyes and decided to start first."Ryan, I don't want any more apologies. I want to know that the next time someone stands in the way between us, I can be sure of you, that you will support me. Because I've never been anything but faithful to you and our pack," I declare."There's no way I can prove this now, but I know that in time you'll understand that I won't doubt you anymore. But I want something too."I raise an eyebrow and nod."What is it?""I want to know you're staying. That you will accept your title back as Luna, and I want you to lead the pack with me again. I intend to give you authority over everything in the pack—soldiers, decisions, and budget. I want us to introduce a new law where Alpha and Luna have equal rights over lands, houses, and everything. You are too smart not to sha
Eve’s POV I was feeling exhausted, my body aching from the strenuous effort of the past two days spent helping to repair the damage at the Crescent Moon Packhouse. The aftermath of the attack had taken its toll on everyone, and both our pack and theirs were working tirelessly to rebuild. As I packed my belongings, preparing for our imminent return to America, I observed Amy walking past me. I marveled at how quickly she had bounced back from the recent turmoil. "To be honest, I can't wait to go. This whole ordeal got to me. Werewolves, attacks, competition. I'm dying for a long bath and a movie night, just the two of us," Amy remarked as she settled down beside me. "Me too," I admitted with a tired yet genuine smile. "Let's head downstairs. The car must be waiting for us already, and the flight is going to be long," I suggested, rising from my seat. Amy swiftly closed her suitcase, and together, we made our way towards
Eve’s POV When we finally arrived home, I made good on my promise to Amy, and we indulged in a movie night. It was a simple pleasure, but everything felt remarkably right. For the first time in a long while, I was genuinely happy. As we settled in, the comforting glow of the TV casting a warm ambiance, Amy finally broached the question I knew was coming. "Spill the details, Eve. What happened between you and Ryan?" she asked, her curiosity evident. I chuckled, realizing I had anticipated this interrogation. It was time to fill her in on the intricate details. "Well, you know how Ryan usually starts," I began, and Amy couldn't help but laugh. "Like an asshole?" she interjected, earning a smile from me. "No, this time it's different. He's still Ryan, but there's a change. He listens and genuinely tries to fix things. Of course, the occasional bout of alpha jealousy is still there, but we're working on it."
Eve’s POV:The next morning, Amy and I embarked on the journey to the pack house. The car ride was shrouded in an unusual silence, only broken by the rhythmic hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of candy."Are you nervous?" Amy's question punctuated the quiet, her hand dipping into a bag of M&M's.When Amy got nervous, chocolate was her go-to remedy. I stole a glance and noted that this was her second packet of M&M's; the third one, I suspected, was discreetly stowed away in the glove compartment."A little, how about you?" I replied, my grip on the steering wheel tight, my knuckles turning white. Despite my efforts, I couldn't seem to relax."I have a feeling I could gobble up at least three more of those packets," she confessed, her candor providing a small measure of comfort.My anxiety lingered, refusing to dissipate. I shook my head, attempting to shake off the tension that gripped me. It felt absurd; I was going home, so why was I so nervous?"Can we stop at a gas statio
Eve’s POVIt had been two long years since I stepped foot into the territory that was once my home, and the anticipation hung heavy in the air. I could almost taste the mix of anxiety and excitement, a strange cocktail that accompanied the prospect of facing my past.Amy stood beside me. "Ready for this, Eve?" she asked, her voice cutting through the early morning stillness.I nodded, my gaze fixed on the house. "As ready as I'll ever be."We walked towards the heart of the pack territory, where most of the houses and communal areas were. The sun was still high in the sky, but the warmth didn't reach the chill that seemed to have settled over the pack.First, I spotted Jake, one of my old buddies from the pack. We used to pull pranks together and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I flashed him a smile, but the moment he saw me, his expression turned from confusion to a mix of surprise and distrust. It was like I had grown two heads or something."Hey, Jake! Long time no see," I greeted,