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Alyssa
Here I am... Jacksonville, Oregon. It's been three months already since my parents and little sister died in that stupid car crash. My family were rogues, castaway from their pack when my wolf failed to come. I left everything behind, my memories, my past... my life. All I have left is this backpack and the moon-shaped amulet my mother gave me when I was a little girl. I'm twenty years old and I'm still waiting for my wolf. But it seems like she never comes. And now here I stand, at the gate of the Blackwood mansion. That's the family that accepted me into their pack when none other would. I'll help around the house and stuff. Thanks uncle Mike... I owe you big time for putting a good word for me.
I approach the gates when a guy shows up with two dogs on leashes "Hey there" He says as he stops next to me "You must be the new kid?" He asks smiling "Yeah." I answer him not knowing what else to say. "I'm Alyssa Bailey. Mr. Blackwood is expecting me." He tells me his name before opening the gates letting us enter the property. The place looks huge. We walk through the garden and I can't believe how beautiful everything is. Flowers everywhere, trees, bushes, even small streams running down the hillsides.
We reach the main door to the mansion and I ring the bell, my stomach churning. I feel nervous but excited at the same time. What will they think about me? Will I fit in or should I run away back home where everyone knows who I really am? I take a deep breath and step forward knocking once more. The door opens and I see the man standing in front of me. He looks familiar somehow, but I can't remember why.
"Hi!" The man smiles warmly showing off his perfect white teeth "Come inside. You're expected." He steps aside allowing me to pass. Once again I follow him feeling self-conscious because of all eyes following me. The house is huge. I guess the only way to describe it is elegant. Everything is clean, neat, organized. There are paintings hanging on the walls, statues, vases, candles. I stop for a moment staring at them. They look expensive.
"Who the hell are you?" A young man shouts angrily coming out of nowhere. I jump startled by his sudden outburst. I turn towards him and find myself looking straight into face. His green eyes seem angry and hurt. "Excuse me?" I ask confused. Why does he sound so hostile?
He takes a step closer to me narrowing his eyes menacingly "Are you deaf or something? Didn't your mother teach you manners? How dare you just barge in without asking! Do you know who I am?!" He yells raising his voice. Everyone starts whispering loudly while others start walking away leaving us alone in the middle of the room.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to barge in. I was let inside. Alpha Trey Blackwood is expecting me. I'm Alyssa Bailey," I tell him trying to keep my calm. "Well, if you don't know who I am then I suggest you get lost right now or I'll rip your head off," He growls stepping forward threateningly.
"Should I know you?" I reply taking a step backwards.
"Of course you should..." He smirks arrogantly "Trey Blackwood, alpha of the largest pack in this area... the Blackwood Pack"
"Oh... So... who are you then? Are you related to him?" I question him wondering what kind of relationship he has with Trey.
"Yes... I'm Adam Blackwood, his son... the future Alpha." He snarls glaring at me.
"The future... Alpha... huh..." I mumble looking at him thinking maybe I shouldn't have said that. Now he might attack me just to prove a point or worse...
"Don't worry; we won't kill you." He chuckles "But I'd love to rip your throat open." He grins evilly making me shiver.
"Okay... Adam Blackwood... nice meeting you... I guess," I mutter turning around toward the guy who let me in. "Can I see Alpha Trey?"
"Follow me," the man says.
I nod and follow him until we reach the top floor of the house. He leads me into an office where I meet another man sitting behind a large desk reading papers. When he sees me, his eyebrows rise in surprise before he stands up and walks over to greet me.
"Hello, I'm Trey Blackwood, welcome to our home." He extends his hand and I shake it nervously. "It's very good to finally meet you. I've heard many things about you from Mike. Please sit down. Have some coffee, relax, and enjoy yourself." He gestures toward a chair opposite his.
I smile politely and take a seat. "Thank you."
"I'm sorry about your parents," he says after a few moments of silence between us.
"They died in a car accident three months ago," I explain.
"I'm sorry to hear that. But I understand how hard it must be for you," Trey replies sympathetically. "How old are you?" He asks curiously.
"Twenty years," I answer.
"My son is just two years older. You'll meet him soon," Trey explains.
How can I tell Alpha Trey that I've already met his son, Adam, and I think he's the biggest jerk I've ever met? No matter how much I try not to judge people based on their first impressions, Adam had made sure I couldn't help but hate him.
I glance around the office seeing pictures of Adam as a child playing baseball and other sports. There is also a picture of Adam when he graduated high school. In one photo, he looks like a typical jock. Another shows him wearing a black tuxedo with a bow tie. I can't deny he looks hot.
"What do you want with my father?" Adam suddenly interrupts us startling me. I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice.
Trey sighs exasperatedly. "Adam, please go downstairs and wait for me there."
"I'm sorry, Alyssa," the Alpha says looking straight into my eyes. "My son can be a little rude sometimes."
"It's okay," I say shaking my head.
"Alice!" Mr. Blackwood shout from the door. A woman in her thirties appears. She is beautiful with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Her blue eyes sparkle and she smiles warmly at me.
"Welcome Alyssa. We're so glad you could join us today," Alice greets me kindly.
"Alice will show you to you room. Alice works for us too. Your job is to help her in the kitchen and whatever else she needs help with," Alpha Trey informs me.
"Sure thing." I smile nodding my head.
"If you need anything, please ask either of them. They'll come to find me if they can't help you." He tells me smiling.
"Thanks," I reply feeling nervous all over again.
"Come along now," Alice chirps leading me through a corridor and opening a wooden door revealing a small bedroom. It was neat and tidy with white walls and a plain bed with a floral patterned comforter. The curtains match the sheets while the carpet underneath my feet feels soft.
"This way," she says ushering me inside.
"Do you know how to cook?" Alice questions me.
"No... not really." I laugh nervously.
"Well, I hope you don't mind doing dishes every day because that's basically what your job entails. Oh! And laundry," Alice adds quickly.
"Oh... well, yeah I guess that makes sense."
"Just remember to keep this place clean and tidy. If you have any problems, just knock on my door or call me. Okay?" Alice says smiling brightly.
"Yes. Thank you." I smile gratefully.
"Good luck," Alice says giving me a hug before leaving, closing the door behind her.
I walk slowly around the room trying to get used to everything. I look out of the window overlooking the forest. My stomach growls reminding me I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday morning. I sigh, thinking of my life until now. How did I end up here? What am I supposed to do next?
Alyssa's POVThe silence that follows the knock is so complete I can hear my own heartbeat.Everyone freezes. Adam's hand is still on the door handle, and I see the tension ripple through his shoulders. Marcus shifts left without a word, moving to flank whoever's on the other side.And me? I'm still on the floor with Sophia tucked against my side, too weak to stand but desperately wishing I could.I reach for Healer's Sight instead.The warmth flickers—barely there, like trying to light a match in the wind—but I push it toward the door anyway. Toward whoever's standing on the other side.And I see them.Not clearly. Not like I can see Adam or Marcus. But I see the threads clinging to them—faint traces of rune magic, oily and wrong, hanging in the air like cobwebs.Rune residue.Whoever's out there has been near the ritual site. Recently."Adam," I whisper. "Wait."He glances back at me, and I shake my head slightly.But it's too late.The voice comes again—familiar, frantic—and I reco
Adam's POVI can't go home.The thought sits in my chest like a stone, heavy and cold and wrong. The packhouse is where I'm supposed to be. Where my family is supposed to be safe. Where my wolves gather and my council meets and everything is supposed to make sense.But one of them sold us out.One of my own people looked at my mate and my daughter and decided they were acceptable losses.And I don't know who.I pace the cabin—three steps one way, three steps back—and try to think past the rage clawing through my skull.Alyssa is still unconscious in the corner, Sophia curled against her side. Both of them too pale. Too still. The bond between me and Alyssa is barely a whisper now, and every time I check it I taste copper.She's dying.And I can't fix it because I can't go home."Adam." Marcus's voice cuts through the spiral. "You need to make a call.""I know.""Packhouse has healers. Supplies. Brynne—""And a traitor."Marcus's jaw tightens. "We don't know that for sure.""Yes, we do
Alyssa's POVThe fire Marcus built crackles in the corner, throwing shadows across the walls, and I can't stop staring at the wards.They're everywhere. Carved into the doorframe. Scratched into the windowsills. Burned into the floorboards near the hearth.And I know every single one.Not because I studied them. Not because someone taught me.Because they're in my blood.The same flowing script as the marks on my pendant. The same careful spacing. The same tiny flourish at the end of each line that my grandmother used to say was "the healer's signature."This cabin was made by someone in my family.And I have no idea how that's possible."Alyssa."Adam's voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, and I blink and turn toward him. He's pacing—three steps to the wall, pivot, three steps back—like a caged wolf. His shirt is torn and bloodstained, and I can see the dark lines of poison still creeping under his skin near the wound.But his eyes are locked on me."You need to rest," he says.
Adam's POVI choose the hardest route on purpose.Through the creek bed where the water runs fast and cold, up the rocky embankment where there's no soil to hold scent, across the ridge where the wind tears through strong enough to scatter any trail we leave.It's brutal. Every step sends fresh pain through my side where the poison sits like a coiled snake, and carrying Alyssa's dead weight makes my shoulders scream. But I don't slow down.Can't slow down.Marcus flanks me, moving silent and tense, his eyes constantly scanning the tree line. Cara stumbles along behind us, breathing hard, still clutching that damn healer satchel like it's going to save us.Sophia is tucked against my chest, wrapped in what's left of my jacket, and she hasn't made a sound in ten minutes.That scares me more than the howls in the distance."Status," I grunt at Marcus."Blackstone Alpha got away," he says, low and clipped. "Wounded but mobile. He'll regroup."Of course he will."How long do we have?""May
Alyssa's POVI'm drowning.No—that's not right. Drowning would mean water, movement, the desperate struggle for air.This is worse.This is sinking into ice.My body doesn't feel like mine anymore. It's distant. Heavy. Like I'm wearing someone else's skin and it doesn't quite fit. I try to move my fingers and nothing happens. Try to open my eyes and the effort is too much.But I can hear."Alyssa."Adam's voice. Rough. Desperate. Like he's calling from the other side of a wall."Alyssa, stay with me."I want to answer. Want to tell him I'm here, I'm trying, I'm not going anywhere.But the words won't come.All I can feel is cold.It starts in my chest—a hollow, aching emptiness where the warmth used to live—and spreads outward. Through my ribs. Down my arms. Into my fingers.I gave too much.The thought drifts through my mind, slow and sluggish, and I know it's true. The tether I created—the lock I forced into place to keep Sophia safe—it didn't just drain my power.It drained me."—n
Adam's POVI know that voice.My brain tries to reject it—tries to tell me I'm wrong, that the poison is making me hallucinate, that there's no way—But I'm not wrong.The council insignia on their chest catches the firelight. Blackwood colors. Our colors. And that face—I've seen it across war tables, in strategy meetings, standing at my back during territorial disputes.My mind goes blank.Just… blank.Like someone reached into my skull and erased everything except the single, impossible fact standing in front of me:One of mine betrayed us.My wolf doesn't make a sound.For one heartbeat, it's completely silent—so silent I think maybe it's gone, maybe the poison finally killed it—and then it erupts.KILL. KILL. TRAITOR. RIP. TEAR. KILL—The rage is so overwhelming I can't see. Can't think. Can't do anything except hold Alyssa's cold body against my chest and shake."Easy, Adam." The traitor's voice is soft. Gentle. Like they're talking to a spooked animal. Their hands are up, palms







