Nyra’s POVThe Alpha estate appeared around me like a large room, every covered surface and polished stone, a record of power and legacy. I stood stiffly in the grand hall, my arms crossed over my chest tightly, my spine was as straight as a tempered steel. The massive house crackles and spits, throwing still shadows over an ancient complex depicting wolf hunts and mass victories, but the warmth does not penetrate the ice precisely in my veins.Across from me, Draven stepped like a caged predator. His heavy boots hit the stone floor in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. The firelight catches in his dark hair, highlighting the silver strands at his temples that were not there seven years ago. His jaw works below his skin. The muscles there are filled with tension.The past hour has unfolded in chaos, warriors rushing to fortify the borders, elders gathering quietly, urgent circles, pack members preparing for potential discharge. Auren was moving upstairs under Gareth's watchful eye, a
Nyra's POVThe floor seems to slant below me, the world shifting on its axis. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, could not think, could not even feel anything beyond the distant space expanding in my chest.I did not remember moving, but suddenly I was shoving past Gareth, my feet carrying me toward the grand staircase with desperate speed. My heartbeat sounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the insane prolongation pulsing through my veins. Not again. Not again. Not again.I take the stairs two at a time, my hand barely touching the flashy handrail. I heard Draven's heavy footsteps behind me, feeling the rush of his Alpha power crackling through the fresh air before a storm, anger and fear joined together into something frightening.The corridor stretches endlessly before me, each step seeming to extend the distance rather than close it. When I finally reached the guest chamber where Auren was taken, I opened the door with enough force to crack the wood against the stoned wall
Nyra’s POVThe night was full of silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the sharp and waiting kind, the kind that presses against your skin and encircles tight in your lungs. Every branch that cracks below our boots sounds like a warning. Every blow of wind feels like it is trying to carry a message we can not quite decode.We move like shadows through the western pass, the trees waving around us like a guard. The storm is holding off for now, the clouds rolling low and angry above our heads, but I can smell the rain in the air. It is coming, and when it does, it will either cover our route or make everything worse.Draven runs just ahead of me, with his body tense and his senses sharp. Behind us, our strike team of six follows in silence, wolves and warriors I barely know, but move with the efficiency of soldiers used to being more than they were in numbers. I am grateful for the quiet. Every moment wasted on chatter is one we do not have to spare.I kept scanning the ground, sniffing t
Nyra's POVI pushed through the last tangle of brush, my lungs burning, and my heart was pounding like war drums. The forest seemed to close in around me as I ran, desperate and afraid. And then, I saw him. Auren.Curled near the base of an old covered tree, his small form was not really visible through the shadows. He had pushed himself between the tree roots, trying to hide. He wrapped his arms tightly around his knee, his head was bent, and he was shaking so violently I thought he might shatter. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. "Auren!" I called out, my voice cracking. He did not look up, like he couldn't hear me at all.I bent down to my knee beside him. My voice was shaking as I reached out. "Baby, it is me. It is Mama." I was scared to touch him, like he might break apart if I did.He raised his head up, slowly like it hurt to move. The look in his eyes broke me.Terror. Pure, filled with fear. His eyes, which were usually bright and full of questions, were wide and
Nyra’s POVThe ride back to the estate was smooth. I barely registered the waving trees we drove past, with the voices calling out orders.All I could see was Auren limp, quiet, his head was resting on my chest as if all the fight had drained from his little body.Draven had offered to carry him, but I refused. I needed to feel his heartbeat. I needed to know he was still warm, still mine and still breathing.“Stay with me,” I whispered the whole way, my hand resting on the back of his head. “Please, baby, just stay with me.”When we burst through the pack house doors, the world exploded in different movement.“Clear the hall!” Draven shouted, his Alpha voice sounding like thunder. Get the dispensary ready. Now!”He did not have to say it twice. Warriors scattered. The Omega staff rushed ahead, opening doors and guiding us through winding corridors to the medical wing.The atmosphere was thick with urgency, a sound of fear just below the surface.The pack doctor, Mira, was already wai
Draven's POVI had faced war, witnessed death claim men I had fought alongside, and held the lives of friends as they slipped away, their blood staining my hands on the battlefield.But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for the sight of that boy, my boy, crumpled in Nyra's arms, lifeless, as if the world had drained all color from him.In that moment, I felt a fracture deep within my chest, a sensation no Alpha is meant to experience.Now, I leaned against the cold wall of the clinic hallway, my back pressed firmly against it.My fingers trembled against my thigh, a weakness I hadn’t felt since childhood.The mingled scents of antiseptic and herbs from the clinic clashed with the metallic tang of fear that clung to my clothes.I had never known fear like this, not when I claimed the title of Alpha in a challenge that left me scarred for life, not when enemies encroached on our borders, outnumbering us three to one, and not even when I thought I had lost Nyra years ag
Nyra’s POVThe room was still and quiet, saved by the soft sound of the fireplace and the beeping of the monitor tracking Auren’s vitals.I sat down by the edge of the bed, rubbing my fingers gently through his curls, trying to make my heart beat steady.He was awake now, thank the moon, but I could still see the fear hiding in the corners of his wide eyes.Draven stood nearby, silent but alert, like an attacker watching for the next threat.But there was no threat in this room. Only the three of us. A strange, broken little family suspended in time.Auren’s gaze looked between us, his voice small but clear. “Who is he?”The question hit me like I should not have to give an answer to it. My throat tightened, but I fought the instinct to look away. He deserved the truth. He always had.I leaned forward and touched his cheek gently. “He is someone important baby,” I began softly, choosing every word with care.. “And I promise I will tell you everything. But I want you to know you are s
Nyra’s POVDraven sat down at the edge of the bed, looking like a man that was guilty. He kept on looking at Auren, then his eyes moved towards me from time to time.The weight of his presence filled the room, but not in the way it used to. There was no comfort in it anymore, just history, regret, and too many unanswered questions.Auren was asleep, his face turned slightly toward me, his breathing was deep but steady.The bruises and scrapes on his small body made something twist inside my chest.I wanted to hold unto him forever. I wanted to hide him away from the people that kept trying to steal him away from me.And here we were, back in the one place that I swore I would never return to, Crescent Moon."Nyra," Draven said quietly, the rasp in his voice broke the silence. "I just want to be here for both of you."I did not look at him right away. I moved the blanket down, placing it around Auren’s body. Only then did I turn toward the man who had once held my heart and shattered
Nyra's POVThe forest was stretched out ahead of us, a never-ending puzzle of dark green and dry earth.The tall trees covered the light, and every snap of a twig underfoot echoed through the air.Draven walked ahead, silent and annoyingly composed, like he had not just dragged me away from my son with only a half explanation.I followed him, boots stamping on the ground, my heart was pounding with every step we further took away from the pack.I looked at the back of his head, willing for him to turn around. "Are you going to tell me where we are going, or do you just enjoy hearing me walk after you like some lost child?"He did not answer. Of course, he did not. "Draven," I said again. "This is not funny, I left my son there, you owe me some answers." Still nothing.The path we went along was not the one we used to take. It twisted and changed into parts of the forest that felt older and heavier.The trees were thicker here, twisted and dark with age, their branches pointing at the
Nyra’s POV"I have to take Auren along," I said immediately, my voice sounding low and urgent. "I am not leaving him alone, Draven."His eyes became wide, the tension in his body tightened. I could see the way he was trying so hard to maintain his composure."Where we are going is not a place for children," he said, his voice clipped.I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the documents from his desk were still burning my mind.The names, the dates, the secret locations, all of it spells out betrayal. Distrust coiled around my heart like a living thing. "I do not care, I do not trust anyone here, I can not risk anyone.""You will have to," he simply said, with patience that only made me more angry. He stood there, without moving, his hands placed behind his back. "Not everyone here is against you. Some are still loyal and some are still good."I gave a short and bitter laugh that scratched my throat. "Forgive me if I am not eager to gamble my son's life on your judgment."The words
Nyra's POVI swallowed thickly, throat dry as parchment. My fingers were still pressed onto the pages, as if letting go would somehow make this entire moment disappear.I looked up at him, he was caught in the act, he had no lie to cover up quickly, no excuse was clever enough."I uh!" My voice caught in my throat, it was embarrassingly weak. "I was just..."Just what, Nyra? Snooping? Breaking the one unspoken rule between us? He stared at me, without blinking. Waiting."I should not have," I finally admitted. Draven did not move. He stood still looking so guilty."I am sorry," I added, even though I was not really sure if I was. The truth was that I was angry too. No. Scratch that. I was furious.The guilt that had gripped me was clear. Because why should I feel bad? He had kept this from me.The deaths. The drought. The fractures in the land are magic. He had known all along. And he did not say a word.I stood up slowly from the chair, every inch of my body tensed as I looked at me.
Nyra’s POVThe scent of sizzling eggs and roasted herbs filled the air, warm and familiar. I was not the best cook, but after everything Auren had been through, I figured he deserved a real breakfast. Something made by me. Something that said, you are safe now.The kitchen has become something of a sanctuary these past few days. The simple act of cracking eggs into a hot pan, watching the whites spread and solidify while the yolks remained perfect golden circles, brought me a peculiar peace that had been absent elsewhere in our lives. I seasoned the eggs with dried herbs I had found in ceramic jars lined neatly on the shelf—rosemary, thyme, and a pinch of something unfamiliar but pleasantly aromatic. The woody scent mingled with the richness of the eggs, creating a homely atmosphere that seemed almost foreign after weeks of survival mode.I arranged the food on mismatched plates I had discovered in the cupboards—simple ceramic dishes with faded blue patterns around the edges. They we
Draven’s POVThe knock on my door resembled a striking ram. I jumped to my feet in seconds.Survival instinct activated immediately, only for me to discover that it was my Beta, Jareth. He was standing there, breathing heavily, as if he had run across the entire compound.His normally composed behavior had vanished, replaced by an urgency that instantly put me on alert.The muscles in his neck were tensed, his posture was rigid despite his obvious effort. Whatever brought him here before dawn could not wait."The Elders' Council awaits you in the Great Hall," he said briefly. "They indicated that it was urgent." Naturally they did.The Elders Council rarely assembled before sunrise unless something threatened our territory.Their summons carried the weight of generations of tradition, a call that no Alpha could ignore regardless of personal inconvenience.I looked towards the window where the first hints of daybreak painted the sky in muted colors.I ran my fingers through my hair, h
Nyra’s POVCold sweat clung to my back, and my hands shaked as I tightly held the sheets. And then. Warmth.Soft breath against my arm. A tiny hand was placed around my nightshirt. Auren.I turned to the other side to find him beside me. He was still asleep, his little chest was rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.I pulled him into my arms, holding him near to me, hiding my face in the curve of his neck as I tried to slow down my heart, which was beating fast.He is safe. He is here. But the dream. No. The nightmare.Even till now, I could still smell the burning wood and feel the pack house shaking under my feet.I could still hear the distant screams, the sound of wolves falling one by one under the attack of something that is unnatural.And then her. Zaira Blackthorn. A name I did not recognize. A face carved into my memory like a curse, long black robes that billowed like smoke, eyes silver and bottomless, her voice a lullaby soaked in poison.She moved through the destruction
Nyra’s POVThe screaming was the first thing I heard. Not Auren's own, though that would have broken me. No, this was guttural. Wild and inhuman.I rushed down the hallway, with my bare feet touching the wooden floor slick with something thick and red like blood. God, there was too much of it.I slipped and almost fell, but I caught myself on the wall, and kept running. My heart was beating fast, but I was eager to know what happened.The walls of the pack house were crumbling. Fire licked the ceiling. Smoke is seen in every direction, curling through the broken windows and shattered door frames. I turned to the corner and I froze.Two pack warriors lay dead, no, slaughtered. Their eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths open in a soundless scream. Their chests had been ripped open like paper."No, no time, Auren!" I shouted, lungs burning. "Draven!"No answer. Only that sound again. That wretched scream, and laughter, soft feminine, terrible voice.A woman emerged from the haze. H
Draven’s POVShe stood there framed by the door we used to cross without hesitation. Back then, when I was a fool wrapped in power and guilt, her presence was something I sought. Now, it made my stomach twist.Selene.Gone was the sharp-tongued, cold-eyed woman who had once ruled beside me like a queen carved of marble and steel. In her place stood someone smaller. More fragile. Almost human.But I did not let my guard down."Selene," I said, my voice flat. "Why are you here?"She stepped inside without waiting for permission.The scent of her perfume still clung to my memory—lavender and crushed hibiscus—but tonight it smelled wrong. Like desperation, masked in sweetness."I just wanted to talk," she whispered. Her voice trembled, and she looked down at her hands like she did not know what to do with them. "Please, Draven."I did not answer. I shut the door behind her and crossed my arms, watching. Waiting.She walked a few paces, then stopped. Her fingers traced the edge of the side
Draven’s POVThe sun was brutal today. Not in the way it burned the skin, but in the way it illuminated every flaw, every breathless gasp Auren took trying to keep up with me."Faster, shift with the breath not against it," I called out, running ahead before slowing down so he would not lose heart.Auren grunted in frustration, pushing himself harder, his limbs trembling from effort, but his eyes locked onto me like he was chasing more than just a lesson. He wanted to prove himself. He reminded me of Nyra.It was a cruel kind of gift, training with him like this. Day after day, watching him stumble and rise again with grit I had not seen in anyone since her.Every time he shifted, every time he fell, every time he clenched his jaw and tried again, I saw the warrior in him. But I also saw the boy. My boy. Even if he did not know it.Even if he still called me "Draven" like as if I was just a trusted mentor that happens to live next door. And gods, it hurt. Like swallowing broken glass.