Novels by Piper redding

Frost's POV I know I promised her transparency. I know I assured her that I would constantly keep her in the loops about my father's continuous taunting. But... some truths were just too heavy for promising words to carry. I returned to the car, and acted as though all things were perfect. The elderly man had gone on with his journey, and so did we. We travelled a few more miles from where we had halted before we finally called it a day.We gathered together in the woods, ready to camp there for the night. Unlike the first day—when both clans kept to themselves—there wasn't a fuss over sharing a tent, or even taking shifts together. If for anything, it was the opposite. Perhaps the truce was going to last longer than I expected. I set up the tent for Rya. She was exhausted... and still hadn't spoken a word even after we arrived at the woods. She laid inside the tent, while I remained outside, feeding my skin to the cool winds and pondering more about my plight. I had never for o

Frost's POV We set off on a journey to the Darkwood Forest—unyielding, hopeful, optimistic, and confident. The truce between the werewolves and the Lycan clan was slowly becoming a permanent reality, one I never thought could occur in such a short period of time They moved together in perfect synchrony, with ease, as though they understood each other, as though they were one pack. There were no more sharp words between them, or silent challenges and condescending glances. Just a peace that settled among them and made them see value in themselves.We prayed mostly for two things—the timing, and the attainability. The six-week countdown to this Lunar eclipse hung to me like a haunting reminder. Every breath I took in and let out only stirred in me tormenting thoughts, and unpleasant imaginations of what it would feel like to give up my last. And sitting side by side with Rya, it was obvious that she thought the same. There was a thick silence in the car, hanging over us like a dark

Rya's POVI had been standing in front of him for over a minute, and still counting, staring at him intensely in the thick silence as I awaited his response.I was feeling so wild, burning with a raw and unfiltered anger that was so visibly expressed. My chest was rising and falling unevenly, my jaw was tightened, and so were my hands that were balled into heavy fists. Frost sat there silently, not flinching even the slightest muscle in his body. His eyes were just intensely fixed on the open book on the ground. But I knew he wasn't reading through it. He had already done so. I could see it in his eyes—the truth that lay underneath the guilt and fear, barely hidden by the tears threatening to spill.. He was long gone, lost in his thoughts.His lips parted open for a moment, but the words were stuck there in his throat, and all he could give out was an exhausted sigh. I, on the other hand, had lost my patience with him."When were you going to tell me? Huh?" I barked the question at

Rya's POVI had had enough—enough of the tears, the loneliness and the torture that came with it, the intrusive and haunting thoughts—I just couldn't handle them. My walls were shattered, and my vulnerability shone through, not minding the place I held both in the SilverFang and even in the camp. I stormed the Vampire Territory with my men and those of the Lycan clan, leaning closely towards Sera's past but persistent idea—invasion and brute recovery of the artifact. Only this time, the artifact was the least thing I had in mind to recover. I needed to retrieve Frost for myself. I needed to feel alive again... purposeful, and back to my sane thoughts. I pushed through the men that guarded the Vampire territory. They were feeble, and in little number. I begun screaming his name from the very first door, using my slightly retentive memory to find my way to the throne room."Frost! Frost!" I kept yelling at the top of my lungs, scanning through every open door for the sight of even h

Frost's POV "...a very high cost," Morgana said in a low but deliberate tone. Her words came in heavy, suffocating, and triggering. It was almost as though she wanted to drill some form of fear into me.But I took a firm stance on the floor, and bore into her eyes steadily, unflinching. My back straightened, my jaw tightened, and my voice deepened as I broke the silence between us."Name it!" I ordered her. She didn't utter a word, at least not yet. Rather, she stared at me with switching expressions—from a twitched forehead, to an arched eyebrow, and her lips that curved into some kind of impressed smile. She was studying me, and I could feel her reaching deep into my soul. A slight chuckle escaped her lips. "You're quite... confident," she said."I don't have a choice," my jaw tightened, and desperation dripped with each word I spoke. "Tell me! What's the price I have to pay?""Are you sure you want to know?" She tilted her head as she asked teasingly.“Try me.” I retorted.I was

Frost's POV It had only been a day here in the Vampire territory, and I couldn't feel my body as I used to. These... examinations, these tests, these studies, they all seemed to take a piece of myself with it. I went through the most rigorous processes. I even lost count of the procedures done. They put me through it all in just a few hours—needles, incisions, cold steel, burning sigils, whispered incantations. I couldn't tell where science had ended and where magic was introduced. All I knew and felt was excruciating pain—constant, unforgiving, something I couldn't fight or escape. This was my decision. I was in the throne room, seated on the bare floor, trying to gather myself and ease my pains when I heard those echoing and haunting footsteps approaching. "You are... a very... complex man, or should I say... complicated," Morgana's voice tore through the silence, echoing in my ears. She sashayed through the open space, walking over to her throne. Her shoulders were bare and

NARRATOR'S POVThree months later…It started slowly.A strange warmth blooming beneath Mira’s ribs, something she couldn’t quite name. She was at the training grounds, watching the younger ones train, talking quietly with Lira, when the first wave hit. It was sharp and sudden, curling through her veins like fire.She froze, her breath trembling.What was that?Her body answered before her thoughts did. Her lips parted, a shaky exhale leaving them as her knees nearly buckled.“Mira?” Lira noticed immediately. “Are you alright?” she asked.“I… I think…” She swallowed hard. “I think something’s wrong.”“What do you think it is?” Lira demanded, reaching out to support her.Mira hesitated, but she knew exactly what it was.She had read about it, had witnessed a few, had prepared herself unconsciously for this moment. She had never experienced it, but she knew what it felt like.This, this heat soaring through her, full and uncontrollable, pulling the mate bond so tight it almost hurt, mea

MIRA'S POV“Thank you for a chance at redemption.”I stared at the note in my hands, brows furrowed, my chest swirling with things I couldn't name.I turned to Zephyr who had been in the room when we came in. “What exactly happened to her?”“I can't tell,” he answered. “But she's over ninety. I'm thinking the old age finally caught up with her because she lost her powers.”I sighed. “May her soul rest in peace.”“May her sacrifice be deemed worthy enough,” Thane said.I squeezed his hand in my hold, feeling everything he could feel through the mate bond. “We should at least conduct a befitting burial for her,” Thane said.” I put you in charge of it, Nathan.”He nodded. “I'll take care of it.”“Let's go, Mira.”I followed Thane, glancing one last time at Cassidy's pale, blue, wrinkled body. She had done wrong all her life, but she was wise enough to take a step back and seize the chance at redemption. Like Thane said, I hoped her sacrifice was worthy enough to give her the peace she n

The next hour, the entire pack filled the central clearing. Wolves of every rank — elders, warriors, young ones, even the allies from other packs who had shown up to visit the awaken Alpha. Whispers rippled when Thane stepped onto the raised platform.He looked steady and strong, fully in control.Mira stood at the side with Lira and Nathan, hands clasped so hard her palms ached.Thane scanned the crowd slowly, letting the silence stretch. “I'm sure everyone standing here right now is aware of the havoc that was impending upon our pack. A havoc I arrested by making a sacrifice many of you might deem careless, and probably stupid.”“I’ve been hearing things,” he continued, voice clear and firm. “That I’m too weak to lead after the ritual. That being in a coma for a whole week makes me unfit. That you all need new leadership.”A few wolves lowered their eyes, others looked guilty. Some stared back defiantly .Thane nodded once. “You have every right to question. That is the responsibili

‘He’s awake’, was all Mira could think of as she sprinted to Thane's room, Nathan and Lira closely behind her. The nurse’s call had barely faded when she burst through the infirmary doors, breathless, heart hammering so hard it drowned every other sound. She didn’t even notice that she wasn't the only one in the room. All she saw was Thane. He was awake, sitting upright, blinking slowly as if adjusting to the world again.“Thane?” Her voice cracked.His head turned instantly, eyes finding hers as though he had been waiting for that exact moment. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Hey, Mira.”That was all it took for her knees to go weak.She reached him in three steps, stopping right beside the bed. She was trembling, hands hovering over him, afraid to touch in case this was another dream.“You’re real,” she whispered.Thane chuckled, the sound hoarse. “Last I checked.”Without thinking, without delay, she threw her arms around him, burying her face into his shou

I parted my lips to speak, but Nathan beat me to it. “Mira, please don't get mad. We're so sorry. It just happened. We didn't mean to...” “Nathan, can you let me talk?” I cut him short.He pressed his lips tightly together, before nodding.“I'm happy for you two,” I said. “Forget the fact that I'm not smiling and jumping and squealing like a ten year old,” I glanced at Thane. “You know why. But I'm really happy for you two. I think you make the perfect pair.”They exchanged a look, turning back to me with raised brows. “You're not… you're not upset?”A dry chuckle escaped my throat. “Why would I be upset?”“I mean…” Lira began, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, nervously. “The fact that we hid it from you, and that you and Nathan once had… uhhh… a thing going on..”I scoffed. “Is that what you want take me for, Lira. A bitter ex? I'm not even an ex. Nathan and I…” I sighed. “Let's just say we do better as a team, than as lovers.”“True.” Nathan agreed.“This guy here, is

I hurriedly wiped the tears off my my face, sniffling. “You don't have to clean your tears, child.”Cassidy entered, her steps slow and careful. She looked exhausted. Her skin was pale, dark circles adorning her wrinkled eyes. Her hair was dampened with sweat, yet she stood tall.I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice almost unrecognizable. “Why are you roaming free in our pack? After everything you did? After Alexa?”She let out a snort, totally unfazed. “Don't worry. I'll be thrown into the dungeons after now, I just had to check up on,” she nodded at Thane, “him.”“Stay away from him,” I warned, my instincts flaring high.She raised her hands in mock surrender. “Relax. My magic has been taken away from me. It's why I look like shit.”My brows furrowed. “What?”She chuckled, rather unnecessarily. “No one performs a ritual like that and retains her magic.” Her voice lowered. “It's all gone now. I'm just a human now, lesser than you are.”I blinked, confuse