(Iris) The pack meeting was set to last ten days. Ten grueling days of endless tasks, and as a servant, my role was clear. I would be serving drinks from dawn until dusk. The schedule for the event was packed. The only breaks in the routine were the opening ceremony on the first day and the closing ceremony on the last. In between, the pack would engage in competitions and various activities, all of which drew the attendance of Alphas, their warriors, and even the Lunas. I didn’t have a compilation lineup, but my days were filled with the monotonous task of refilling glasses and making sure no one was left thirsty. The opening ceremony was held in the largest tent, a grand and imposing structure that could easily fit the entire pack and then some. As the ceremony approached, I could feel the nervous energy in the air. Jasper, our Alpha, was visibly tense. I had known him long enough to recognize the signs of his anxiety. Wanting to help, I handed him a big glass filled to the brim

(Iris) When I sat down, all eyes were on me. The dining hall seemed to shrink under the weight of their scrutiny. I had no idea why I was there, and no one else did either. So I was the hot topic of the night. The long table, laden with an array of food, seemed a battleground rather than a place of gathering. For me, it was a chasm. I wished it would open up and swallow me whole, so I could escape the eyes all around me.Jasper and Naomi looked at me with a mixture of jealousy and suspicion. Jasper’s eyes burned with an intensity that made my stomach churn. His lips were pressed in a thin line, the tension in his jaw evident even from across the table. Naomi’s gaze was even more piercing, her eyes flashing with barely concealed hostility. The tension was palpable, each glance and whisper adding to my discomfort. The Lycan King, sitting at the head of the table, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on me with a curious intensity. “Where are all your dresses? I mean… from when you weren

(Iris) As I moved through the crowd, trays of drinks balanced precariously in my hands, the energy of the gathering thrummed in the air like an electric current. Warriors from all the packs were engaged in friendly competition, demonstrating their skills with effortless grace and precision. The sound of laughter and friendly banter filled the air, creating a vibrant backdrop to the festivities. As I approached each group, I offered the drinks with a warm smile, my voice barely audible above the din of the crowd. The guests eagerly accepted the refreshments, their expressions brightening as they sipped the cool beverages and engaged in animated conversation. Despite the weight of the trays and the constant bustle of activity around me, I found a sense of purpose in my task. And as I moved through the crowd, I felt immersed in the vibrant energy of the gathering. For a moment, surrounded by friends and allies, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. But that moment passed

(Iris) The scene in the dining room replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment etched into my memory with painful clarity. The tension between Jasper and Lucas hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the festivities and leaving me reeling with uncertainty. But before I could process the implications of what had just transpired, I found myself being dragged into a nearby room. At first, I struggled against Lucas’s grip, my mind racing with questions and doubts. But as he pulled me into the dimly lit space, his touch ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore. I was pulled into Elias’s room. No… the Lycan King’s room. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I pushed aside my apprehensions, allowing myself to be consumed by the intensity of the moment. With a forcefulness that took me by surprise, Lucas crushed his lips against mine, his hands touching my body eagerly. I melted into his embrace, the heat of his touch searing through me like wildfire.

(Iris) “Did you poison Naomi?” The question echoed in the small, dimly lit cell. “Of course not!” I exclaimed. Panic gripped me as Jasper paced in front of the bars, his face a mask of tension and frustration. “Jasper what the hell is going on,” I demanded. Jasper took a deep breath. He avoided my eyes, but he explained. “Naomi was pale after dinner,” he began, his voice tight with worry. “She suddenly collapsed and is unconscious now.” My mind raced, struggling to process the gravity of his words. Naomi had always been strong and resilient. The idea of her collapsing out of the blue was shocking. Jasper continued, “Everyone involved in the food and wine preparation was locked up last night. You’re the only one still here.” I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach. “Why am I the only one left?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Because Seraphina found wolfsbane in your room,” Jasper said, his eyes boring into mine. For a moment I was too shocked to speak, but then I p