Beatrice's POV
I walk, ignoring the cold wind numbing my body, I walk, ignoring the excruciating pain between my legs, I walk, ignoring the blood trickling down my legs. I'm nothing to no one, I am all alone. If my mate could do this to me, then what about the others? He was so brutal, as if I was not a person. How could he be so cruel? He hurt me so badly. I thought he would at least have pity on me even if he doesn't want me to be his. I don't have a place to go, where will I go? I can't stay here either. Oh goddess, what's the purpose of you creating me? I walk away from the mansion towards an unknown direction. I just want to disappear from this world. Maybe in my next life I will be born as someone important, but in this life I can't take it anymore. I tried to hold on to my life, but I can't anymore. My life is so bitter I can't hold it in anymore. A weird scent brings me back to reality, a pungent scent with a hint of blood. All the hairs in my body stand erect, I look around me and realize I'm surrounded by thick bushes. How I got here, I don't know. For someone who is tired of life, I'm shaking like crazy. My wolf becomes alert, but before I can contemplate on what's happening, something out of nowhere pushes past me. The pungent scent engulfs me, I feel sharp pains in my abdomen Before I know it I realize it's a rogue wolf in top of me, it's sharp teeth gritting just inches from my face causing bits of saliva to trickle on my face, as his violent growls fill the air. I recoil, closing my eyes as I wait for the worst. His sharp claws are already burrowing my skin. Is this how my life will end? Am I going to die this worthless? It's not fair, goddess. Hot tears stream down my face. If I had to die today, did all this have to happen to me. How cruel. The pain becomes unbearable as his claws dig deeper. I let out a whimper as I feel my heart giving in, I feel so tired. The pain is all I can feel. Suddenly, the wolf is yanked away from me by what seems like another wolf. My body gives in to the pain. Raphael's POV I hate parties, I hate the noise, I just love me some peace and quiet. Plus, I'm exhausted after the long journey, I only went home briefly, greeted my parents, who weren't so thrilled to see me even after all these years being apart. I didn't expect much, though it's just that I missed them so much. That's why I have an apartment now, I made arrangements back in the states with a realter and paid the deposit. After making sure Mason's party will be a blast, I decide to just head out for a walk. This day had been so long, but there is nothing some fresh air can't solve. Plus I'm dying to be out in the woods right now. It has always been my favorite place to be when I was here. My name is Raphael Griffin,Masons's chosen Beta. I'm not thrilled to be one, but when the Alpha picks, we always have no choice but to abide by the rules. I head to my favorite cliff, I love sitting here, there is the most amazing breeze, not to mention the night view under the moonlight. I sigh deeply when I imagine myself sitting here with my mate. I wonder how she will be, I can't wait to meet her for sure. I'm supposed to meet her soon since I'm already of age. To be honest, I thought I would tonight, I went around sniffing secretly all the girls who attended the party but none of them was her. It really made me so sad, so I had to get out of there. A weak whimper and a loud growl brings me back to reality. And the rotten smell all over, that is definitely a rogue and it's attacking someone innocent. I let my wolf Dorian take over, my wolf is the hugest in Nadine-west pack, he is even bigger and stronger than Mason's, and I also don't need to take off my clothes when turning, I just do it, and they don't even rip apart. But I try as hard as I can to hide that fact from Mason because it won't do us any good. So when we are together and want to be in my wolf form, I just remove my clothes to avoid any confusion. This fact really surprises me because even my parents aren't like this. Once it made me rethink if they were really my parents. Dorian's swift moves are unrecognizable, we see the rogue on top of someone, Dorian rushes past the rogue and his sharp claws severs its head in seconds. We must report it to the Alpha, but first this person needs medical attention. Dorian lets me take over again. I fall on my knees at the sight before me, a female, unconscious, her breathing labored, her tiny body shaking since she has no clothes on, she is a so bloody too. My heart literally breaks for her, I hurriedly take out my coat and cover her up. I carefully scoop her into my arms and rush back to my apartment. On the way, I mind link the pack doctor to come to my apartment and not tell anyone about it. I don't want any fuss since the pack hospital is near the Alpha's mansion. I wonder what she was doing deep in the woods so late at night. I hope she isn't badly hurt, she is so tiny, how can someone be so fearless to walk on her own in the middle of the night. Or maybe there is a different explanation. Mason's POV What did I just do? Seeing the blood on the sheets makes me feel so different. I hurt her really bad, s**t, did I have to fuck her? She isn't my type, but I've never felt all this pleasure before in my life. Is it because of the bond? What's wrong with me why is she making me question myself like this? What if she goes away, and I don't find her? I need to find her now? I won't let her leave, I won't let all this pleasure leave me and I also won't make her my Luna. I'll just have her around. But first, I need to find her. I need to make her stay here in the mansion. I have to know who she is first. I'm sure she hasn't gone far, after all she is naked. On second thought, to hell with her, what am I even going to do with her. She is too boring for me, let me go back to my party and enjoy. My mom went through so much to plan it, who knows, I might even find another she-wolf of my calibre.Caleb’s POV Turns out, I was right. We arrive at the crime scene, and it's a goddamn massacre. Five bodies; two locals and three of Mason’s guards, are sprawled out like discarded dolls. Torn open, mangled. The same signature wounds as the maid back in Blood-howl. Deep slashes, broken bones, no scent trail, just carnage. “Shit… what the hell is this?” I mutter, crouching beside one of the guards, his throat ripped wide open. “Did that thing follow us here?” I say more to myself. Mason steps up beside me, pinching his nose like the smell is too much for his royal senses. “I hate being Alpha,” he grumbles under his breath. 'Well... I hate you' I think to myself. Good thing I left Raven behind. She doesn’t need to see this. This kind of violence, would destroy her. I straighten up, eyes scanning the perimeter as the wind picks up, but still, nothing, no scent, just the thick, metallic stench of blood and the buzz of fear lingering in the air. “This is exactly what I was tal
Caleb’s POV The door slams behind Elijah, the sound ricocheting through the tiny office like a gunshot, silence falls. A thick, suffocating silence. I stare at the closed door for a second too long, my hands clenched at my sides, the pulse in my neck pounding like a war drum. The space where Raven stood beside me feels hollow now, as if the room suddenly lost all its air. Mason exhales sharply, walking slowly back to his desk, trying to reclaim his composure, but I see it. The twitch in his jaw, the way his hands curl into fists before he hides them beneath the table. He’s still reeling, good, nice. “She’s no one,” he says finally, but it’s strained. “Just a mistake. A forgotten shadow. You brought trash into my territory, Caleb.” He spits. All the nonsense he's spewing, I can see right through him, he regrets his decision, buts it's too late now. He lost her. I step forward, just one step, close enough for him to feel the warning in the air. “Say one more word about
Caleb’s POV "Trice?” The name rolls off my tongue before I can stop myself. "Raphael?" I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. I look at Raven, confused, and she’s glowing. Her face lights up like I’ve never seen before. Her entire demeanor shifts. The stiffness in her shoulders, the guarded way she carries herself, it all melts into something soft and radiant. Her eyes widen, lips part in disbelief, then curve into a smile so genuine it tugs something sharp inside my chest. So this is who she was looking for. Of course, I should’ve known. She's been here all her life, she's gorgeous why wouldn't she have a male friend. My gaze flicks to the man rushing toward her, Raphael. He’s beaming, arms outstretched like a fool in a fairytale. The kind of joy that only comes from deep, unwavering affection. He stops just in front of her, his eyes drinking her in like he still can't believe she’s real. I watch silently as she whispers his name like it’s the only word that ma
Beatrice's POV The air shifts the moment the towering silhouette of the Nadine-west mansion appears in the distance. My heart clenches involuntarily. That place, so grand, so intimidating, is etched in my memories for all the wrong reasons. Just the thought of facing Zahra, Delvan, and Mason again makes my body flinch. A storm of emotions begins to rise within me,fear, anxiety, and uncertainty. But I clench my fists and take a deep breath. I have to be strong, I whisper to myself like a sacred mantra. I have to overcome this fear that claws at me. I am not alone this time. I turn to look at Caleb sitting beside me, and to my surprise, his gaze is already resting on me. And what I see in his eyes isn't pity, it's something deeper, stronger, reassurance, steadiness, silent promise. His eyes tell me that he’s here for me, no matter what happens. For a brief second, guilt bubbles up inside me. What did I do to deserve someone like him? I’ve been so selfish, thinking that if we are
Caleb’s POV I’m up before dawn. I didn’t get much sleep, just a few hours of tossing and turning, replaying Raven’s face over and over in my mind. The pain in her voice, the way she looked at me when I held her, when I let her go... it all keeps echoing. The sky is still dark, painted in shades of blue and purple. A thin mist clings to the ground like a secret. I’ve already packed my bag. The car is prepped, waiting just past the front gates. Elijah, Nashon, and Joshua should be here any moment. I step out onto the porch, pulling my jacket tighter around me. The wind bites a little, but it feels good. Clears my head. And then I hear footsteps behind me. Soft. Light. Hesitant. I turn, half-expecting one of my brothers but it’s her. Raven. She’s standing there in the early light, her hair braided back, a small backpack slung over one shoulder. She looks tired but steady, eyes fixed on mine like she’s already made her decision. “You’re up early,” I say, my voice lower than I mea
Beatrice’s POV The night stretches on like a ghost, it wraps around me, cold and heavy. I sit there long after Caleb leaves, staring at the stars above, searching for answers that never seem to come. The wind whispers through the trees, and for a second, it sounds like someone calling my name. But it’s just me. I hug myself, trying to contain the storm inside. Everything is falling apart, and I don’t even know why. I feel like something’s growing inside me, a darkness, a shadow I can’t control. First, the way I felt about Emily… and now this strange pull toward the woods. That dirt on me. The scratches. The way I wake up with pieces of time missing. What am I turning into? I want to believe it's just stress, or trauma, or exhaustion. But that would be a lie. Something is changing inside me, and I don’t think I’m going to like what I become when it finally takes over. I don’t know how long I sit there, but eventually I rise and walk back to my room. The hallways are q