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.Raven’s POV The storm hasn’t left me since I woke up. It lives under my skin, restless, whispering, reminding me that I am no longer who I once was. The maroon streaks in my hair fall into my eyes as I brush them back, and even the smallest movement crackles with strange energy. I feel… whole and fractured at once. Raphael notices everything. His eyes linger on me too long, as if he’s proud of what I’ve become. As if I’ve become exactly what he and my parents wanted. Sometimes, I hate the way he looks at me. Sometimes, it thrills me. That morning, he clasps my wrist as we step into the corridors of the Nadine-west mansion. His hand is warm, firm, but it feels like chains even though he holds me gently. “Today is important,” he says, his tone too calm, too confident. “Mason will see what he lost. He’ll regret every decision he ever made that didn’t include you.” I hesitate. “Why Mason?” Raphael leans closer, his lips almost brushing my ear. His voice is velvet, but it coil
Caleb's POV The run back to Blood-Howl nearly tears me apart. Fenric howls the entire way, a sound that rattles in my bones, sharp and desperate. The rhythm of his paws striking the earth is uneven, like even he can’t decide if he wants to keep moving forward or turn back to her. Every mile feels like betrayal, every breath like fire. When the familiar treeline rises in the distance, I nearly stumble. The scent of home, pine, smoke, the faint musk of wolves, rushes into me, but it feels wrong, like I don’t belong here anymore. My wolf quiets only for a moment, then lets out another mournful sound that echoes inside me. 'We left her.' “I know.” 'We should go back.' “I can’t.” 'She’s ours.' “She doesn’t remember us.” I say. Silence falls after that, but it’s not peace. Fenric retreats to the edges of my mind, pacing endlessly, growling low, a beast in a cage. Duty, that’s all I have left. The days blur together in a haze of sweat, steel, and commands. I train t
Caleb’s POV Her voice cuts through me like a blade. “Why does it hurt to see you like this?” For a second, I think I’ve imagined it. That my grief has finally twisted into madness, whispering her voice into my ears to torment me. But then I lift my head, and she’s there. She stands only a few feet away, the damp strands of her hair clinging to her face, Raphael’s shirt hanging loose on her body. The sight rips through me like claws. It should be my shirt on her. She should be in my arms, where she belongs. But she’s here, looking at me, her voice soft, confused… and she doesn’t remember. My chest constricts and my throat tightens so badly I can barely breathe. “Raven…” Her name scrapes out of me in a broken whisper. Just saying it nearly undoes me. I have never loved a woman as I love her, and I think I’m being punished for all the hearts I broke. I never imagined it could be this painful. She tilts her head, studying me, her eyes glistening with uncertainty, but I see i
Raven’s POV I open my eyes again, and this time only one of them is left, Raphael. I look around, scanning the room, and my chest tightens when I realize Caleb isn’t here. “Where’s Caleb?” I ask, pushing myself up slowly. I feel more like myself now, more grounded, but something inside me feels… off, like a part of me has been ripped away, torn from my soul and left bleeding in a place I can’t reach. Raphael’s head snaps toward me, his jaw clenching. He lets out a sharp laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “What, that moron? You wake up and ask about him? Wow… just wow.” He paces the room, his tone laced with bitterness. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, though the apology feels hollow on my tongue. “I just wanted to ask since... since he was here a while ago.” My voice cracks, and I don’t even know why I care so much. I don’t understand what he means to me, only that the question tore itself out of me before I could stop it. Raphael stops pacing and sighs. His shoulders drop slightly,
Raven’s POV Darkness clings to me like wet ash. I float in it, half-dreaming, half-drowning, voices murmur at the edges, distorted, pulling at me. Then comes the pain. It cuts through the fog, sharp and merciless, dragging me toward consciousness. My body is heavy, my chest tight, as if something is crushing me from the inside. I fight for breath, and every inhale feels like tearing through smoke. Then I feel warmth, a hand, rough, trembling, clutching mine as though I might slip away forever if he lets go. My lashes flutter, and light sears into my vision. I wince, but the grip tightens, a voice cracking through the haze. “Raven? Please, come back to me.” the words anchor me, though the voice… the voice is a stranger’s. My eyes adjust slowly, a ceiling I don’t know, walls painted in shadows, the faint scent of pinewood, smoke, and something richer, like earth after a storm. Then I see faces. One kneeling at my side, his dark hair falls forward, his eyes wide, desperate, ri
Caleb’s POV Fenric my wolf runs like a storm unchained. The ground is a blur beneath us, each stride pounding like a drumbeat of desperation. My wolf doesn’t slow, doesn’t falter, his only thought is her, our Raven. His voice is a growl in my head, frantic, clawing at me. My own heart mirrors it, slamming against my ribs until I can’t breathe. Every shadow we pass looks like a memory of her, her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes found me in a crowd whenever we are training. Her gaze that speaks volumes. By the time Nadine-west’s outskirts rise ahead, Fenric’s rage and grief bleed into mine. I shift mid-sprint, bones snapping, fur ripping away, leaving me trembling and human in the night air. The shift steals my breath, leaves me gasping and bare. I stagger to the village edge where spare clothes are always left for wolves returning from runs. My hands shake so violently it takes me three tries to pull the trousers up, fumbling like a child. I drag a shirt over my head, b