LOGINAlyssa
I wake early the next morning feeling groggy and confused. I must've fallen asleep during the night because the last time I remember seeing the clock was 9 pm. I check my phone for messages or missed calls but nothing comes up. I glance at the window to see the sun shining brightly outside.
I lay in bed listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. Someone is cooking breakfast which means they are already awake. I climb out of bed stretching my arms above my head enjoying the stretch. I have to get dressed and go help Alice in the kitchen. I don't want her to do it alone since she has been doing most of the work lately. I pull my clothes on slowly trying to decide whether I should wear jeans or shorts.
My hair needs washing too so maybe I could wash that before leaving my room. I run my fingers through my long brown locks pulling them back into a ponytail. I pick up my toothbrush and brush my teeth thoroughly scrubbing hard to clean every surface of my mouth. Then I spit the nasty stuff out into the trashcan by my bathroom sink. I take off my clothes and head for the shower.
As I step beneath the hot spray, I close my eyes letting the heat relax my body. After the initial shock of the cold water hits my skin, I begin to enjoy the warmth soothing my tired muscles. I shampoo my hair twice before rinsing it out then I rinse my body off quickly. I use soap to gently rub over my entire body paying extra attention around my breasts and pussy. I dry off with a fluffy white towel as soon as I finish cleaning myself. I step out of the shower and remain speechless when I see Adam sitting at the edge of the tub watching me with a smirk on his face.
"What are you doing here?" I ask looking down at my nakedness.
He smirks cockily and stands up walking toward me. "It's late and Alice is alone in the kitchen. Shall I remind you of your status in this family?"
I frown at him and cross my arms glaring at him. "You know exactly why I'm here and I will not allow you to talk to me like that. Now, can you please leave so I can dress?” I cover my chest with my hands embarrassed to show him my body while I stand there stark naked.
Adam laughs loudly stepping closer and reaching forward grabbing hold of one of my wrists forcing me to drop my arm. He pulls me towards him pinning me between his muscular body and the tile wall. I struggle against him but he holds tight to my wrist.
"Don't bother struggling little girl because you're powerless under my control," he says roughly dragging his hand across my stomach making me gasp.
"Let go of me or I'll yell," I growl.
His grip loosens slightly allowing me to move away from him. But instead of releasing me completely he moves to my other shoulder and grips me again holding me tightly against the wall.
"Now let's hear what you have to say before I punish you for being rude," he snarls leaning in close to my ear making me shiver.
"Why did you come barging into my room without knocking?" I demand angrily.
"Because I wanted to fuck you until you begged for mercy," he whispers harshly making me blush and look away. He starts laughing and lets go of me moving behind me pressing himself against my back.
"And now we both know who the dominant wolf in our relationship is," he chuckles running his hand along my hip making me shudder. "Now go downstairs and help in the kitchen."
I nod stiffly turning around and walking towards my bedroom door. I open it and walk inside shutting it behind me. My cheeks burn bright red knowing that he saw me naked.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, Alice looks up from where she is chopping vegetables. She smiles brightly at me greeting me warmly.
"Good morning Alyssa! Did you sleep well?" she asks happily.
"Yes, Alice. Thank you," I reply smiling back at her.
"I'll cook lunch. I'd like you to prepare breakfast for the Blackwoods. You can make whatever you feel comfortable making. They love eggs, bacon and toast. And coffee of course. Is that all right? Or would you prefer something else?"
I smile widely nodding excitedly to be helping Alice. It feels good to contribute.
"That sounds great Alice. Thanks!"
She nods and walks away going about preparing food. I start gathering ingredients from the pantry deciding on what to fix. When everything is ready, I carry it to the dining area. Luna Brynne is already there, leafing through a newspaper.
"Morning beautiful," she greets me sweetly.
"Hi Luna Brynne," I greet her returning the compliment.
"Can I get some more sugar?"
"Sure," I tell her setting it aside. "Do you need anything else?"
Luna shakes her head and sits back down to read the paper. "Why don't you come join me for breakfast? It seems I'm alone this morning. Unless you plan on eating alone."
"No, I wouldn't mind joining you. That is if you want company," I answer.
"Of course I do. I was just getting bored by myself," she replies smiling at me.
We sit together chatting lightly for a few minutes before I decide to take my seat next to her. We eat quietly enjoying each other’s company, sipping our drinks, and nibbling on the delicious food.
"That's a beautiful necklace you're wearing," Brynne comments eyeing it.
"Thank you. This belonged to my mother and my grandmother before her. It's very special to me. It's all I have left from my mother. She gave it to me when I turned eighteen and told me to wear it always."
"Oh how lovely," she exclaims touching the silver pendant. "Interesting... this is no ordinary pendant. The markings match those of an ancient artifact worn by healers. Have you ever seen such a thing?"
"What are you talking about Luna?" I ask confused. Why does she keep asking me questions? What could possibly interest her in my family history?
"The healing abilities of your bloodline run deep. There is much written about them throughout time, even though they've been forgotten over the years," she explains taking another bite of her meal.
"But I'm no healer" I protest shaking my head. "I'm sure my family would have told me something. Surely they would have mentioned it if I had any magic ability. Maybe my father knows something but has never said anything to us."
"You may not have realized it yet, but this thing around your neck is very powerful. Your ancestors knew exactly what it was capable of. Perhaps one day you will understand its true potential. Until then, I suggest keeping it safe."
"Alright, Luna. Whatever you say. So long as you leave it here with me," I sigh rolling my eyes. I've never heard of such a thing before. Healers? I don't even have my wolf and the Luna talks about healing abilities. How am I supposed to believe these things?
"Your mate is coming soon. Be prepared. I hope he is everything you hoped for. Remember, he is the only one who can see the truth of yourself. Don't let anyone sway you from him."
"Thanks, Luna. For the warning and for telling me about my heritage," I reply smiling at her. "I appreciate it." Even if I don't believe a thing.
"Well, since you seem so keen on learning more about your past, perhaps you should find out why you cannot shift."
"You know? About that too? But we haven't talked about it. Not once!"
"Perhaps because I sensed it within you. You're not fully aware of what it means to be a shifter or how hard shifting truly is until you try to change form. No matter what happens, stay strong. He will help you through this," she says reassuringly.
"Yeah, thanks again, Luna. I really do appreciate it," I respond gratefully.
After breakfast, Brynne continues reading leaving me to clean up after ourselves.
"Morning, mother," Adam greets his mother walking into the room.
"Good morning dear."
Adam looks at me curiously. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you in the kitchen working?"
"Adam! Don't talk to the girl like this," Brynne scolds him. "And where did you learn manners? Did you pick them up watching television?"
"Mother, please," he groans. "Why does everyone keep defending Alyssa? Isn't she here to work for us?"
"Stop it! She's here because she needs the protection of a pack. Why don't you show her around the property? Maybe take her to the garden and the woods. It's a beautiful day outside."
"What," he grumbles. "Are you serious?"
Brynne stands quickly heading towards the door. "Have fun."
"Wait, mom! Where are you going?" Adam asks.
"To get some air. And to make sure you two behave yourselves. Now go play nice," she orders before exiting the house.
"She's crazy," Adam mutters looking down at me. "I'm not taking you anywhere."
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







