Elvira
His presence sucked all the air out of the room. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his dark cloak brushing against the wooden floor. The moment he stepped closer, the elderly woman beside me, who had been silently watching over me, bowed deeply before stepping out without a word. Wait. Bowed? I blinked, glancing between her retreating figure and the Alpha now pacing the room. Why was she bowing? The air in the room shifted, filled with tension. He moved back and forth, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor. He didn’t say a word, just kept pacing, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed. I swallowed hard. Was he... thinking of what to do with me? I pressed myself deeper into the bed, my pulse hammering. This man had saved me from the rogues, but why? What if he regretted it? What if he was trying to decide whether to toss me back outside? Every few steps, he’d glance at me, his silver eyes unreadable. Just say something! The suspense was killing me. The pacing continued. One step. Two steps. A sharp turn. Then again. I bit my lip, my nerves getting the best of me. Is he planning my funeral already, or does he just like wearing out the floors? His steps halted. For a moment, there was silence. Then, the door swung open again. "Alpha Jaxon," a voice called. I jumped. The new arrival was a man, tall and broad like the Alpha but not as imposing. His sharp features were set with urgency, his eyes moved between us. Alpha Jaxon turned, annoyed. "What?" The man, who I assumed was his Beta, spoke quickly. "We have a situation. It’s urgent." Alpha Jaxon sighed heavily, rubbing his temples as if the universe itself was testing his patience. He glanced at me briefly before turning back to the Beta. "Fine. I’ll be there in a moment." The Beta gave a sharp nod and disappeared. Alpha Jaxon turned back to me, his sliver eyes locking onto mine. "I’ll be right back," he said, voice firm. "A maid will come to help you with anything you need." Then, without another word, he strode out, shutting the door behind him. I exhaled, shoulders slumping. Now alone, I let my eyes wander around the room. It was spacious but not overly lavish, with dark wooden walls, a large fireplace, and a window covered by thick curtains. Where is this ? I pushed myself off the bed, wincing as my wounds throbbed. I needed to know where I was. I limped toward the window and pulled the heavy curtains aside. What I saw made me gasp. I was on the top floor of a massive stone fortress, high above the ground. Below, warriors trained in a big courtyard, and beyond that, a dense forest stretched as far as the eye could see. My heart sank. I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. Even if I somehow managed to sneak past the guards, I wasn’t surviving a fall from this height. I let the curtain drop back in place and turned, my eyes landing on another door across the room. My curiosity got the best of me again, and I limped toward it, pushing it open. It wasn’t another bedroom. It was a study, or something like it. The room was dark but not too dark, filled with bookshelves, and a large desk stood in the center, papers scattered across it. But what caught my attention was what was displayed on a pedestal near the far wall. A black dagger. Its blade shined unnaturally, like it was absorbing light instead of reflecting it. The hilt was carved with strange markings I didn’t recognize. It didn’t look like any normal weapon—it radiated something powerful. I swallowed, stepping closer. Instinctively, I reached out. "Don’t touch that." I jumped, yanking my hand back as a voice spoke behind me. I spun around, my heart slamming against my ribs. A young woman stood at the doorway, watching me with calm but firm eyes. She wore a simple dress, her hair braided neatly over her shoulder. "It’s for the Alpha only," she added, nodding toward the dagger. I blinked. "What is that?" She hesitated before shaking her head. "Not something you should be asking about." Should’ve known better. But something about the way she said it made me wonder. I glanced at the dagger again before stepping back. "Are you the maid he mentioned?" I asked. She nodded. "Alpha Jaxon said you should eat your breakfast." She gestured toward a small table near the fireplace, where a tray of food had been placed. "Then, you should take a bath when you’re done." I stared at the food. My stomach grumbled, betraying me. I let my hand move to my hair, it was oily and dry. She arched her brow. "You are going to eat, right?" I lifted my chin. "Yeah." I said flatly. She smiled softly, turning toward the bathroom. "I’ll prepare the bath. Try not to touch things that aren’t yours in the meantime." I scowled at her retreating figure. These people are weird. They acted so differently from the wolves in my pack. There was something… off.Dear Readers,This book has been the hardest story I’ve ever written. There were moments when I felt completely lost, wondering if the story I was writing even made sense, and yet, through every twist, turn, and late-night writing session, I pushed forward because of you, because of the characters you’ve grown to care about alongside me.I won’t pretend that finishing it won’t feel bittersweet. I’ve laughed, cried, and sometimes doubted myself, but now that it’s complete, I hope you feel the depth, the love, the heartbreak, and the joy I tried to pour into every page. Writing this story has been exhausting, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once, and while I may not miss the struggles, I will always treasure the world we created together.Thank you for sticking with me, for believing in Elvira, Jaxon, Deric, and all of Morrien. I hope you love this ending as much as I’ve loved writing it for you.
Elvira The night air carried a delicate hush, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. Moonlight spilled over the rolling countryside, brushing the treetops with silver and illuminating the small gathering outside the courtyard. A low fire flickered in the stone hearth, sending shadows dancing across the grass, and the scent of freshly baked bread and roasted herbs mingled with the earthy perfume of the forest. Elyra sat on the wooden swing I’d pushed gently earlier, her rounded belly swaddled in a soft, cream-colored shawl. Kale crouched nearby, his fingers tracing absent patterns over the edge of the fire pit as he murmured stories about the pack’s history. His deep voice carried a calm certainty, a reminder that despite all the chaos of the past months, life had a rhythm worth savoring. Tonight, though, the conversation circled around joy rather than tension, laughter threading the air as Elyra tried to guess the gender of the little life moving within her. I
Elvira TWO DAYS LATER… The moment the words left my lips, I felt the room tilt on its axis. My hands were trembling slightly, though I tried to steady them by pressing them against the wooden wardrobe. “Jaxon… I’m pregnant.” He froze, mid-step, his broad shoulders stiffening like a statue. I could see it in the way his dark eyes widened, that brief, raw flash of disbelief, then something softer, almost luminous, bloomed across his face. A smile, hesitant at first, then unrestrained. It was as though the world had narrowed until it existed only for the space between us. “Pregnant?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, and yet it carried the weight of wonder, of disbelief, of joy too profound for words. He stepped closer, each movement measured, cautious, as though approaching something fragile, sacred. “El… you’re… ours?” I nodded, laughter spilling through the small tremor in my chest. “Ours,” I confirmed, my voice catching on the syllable. And the truth was, it didn’t feel
Elvira The Bloodmoon countryside stretched before me, a landscape of muted deep, sleepy greens. The wind whispered through the rolling fields, carrying the faint scent of late summer flowers. I gripped the car wheels tighter, my pulse quickening with every mile closer to Father’s house. I hadn’t been sure I would come. Not until I confirmed that Felen had no way of reaching him, that her venomous curiosity wouldn’t taint what little serenity remained in his days. I remembered the chaos that had followed her disappearance, the rumors, the hunts, the betrayal, how close everything had been to slipping through our fingers. I had survived that storm with Jaxon at my side, and now, here I was, seeking silence in a house that belonged to a man whose mind had begun to betray him. The car came to a stop over the gravel, the sound unnervingly loud in the silence of the countryside, and I wondered if Father was awake, if he remembered who I was. The house came into view, a modest structure s
Deric The waning moon cast a pale, silvery light across Morrien, softening the edges of the pack’s compound yet leaving long shadows in the corners. Even now, after some of Felen’s spies had been dealt with, the residue of unease lingered. I walked slowly, my boots crunching over frost-hardened leaves, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my coat. I had a destination in mind, though my steps faltered the closer I got: Elvira’s quarters. I stopped outside the door, listening for any sign of her. Nothing. The faint scent of lavender drifted through the partially open window, familiar and grounding, yet it made the knots in my chest tighten. “Deric?” Her voice, calm yet sharp, drew my attention. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, gaze cautious. “You wanted to see me?” I swallowed, suddenly aware of how stiff I probably looked. “Yeah. I… I thought we should talk,” I said, my voice uneven despite my best effort to sound steady. She didn’t step back, just tilted her he
Jaxon First-Person POV The morning sun filtered through the towering windows of the council hall, casting long streaks of gold across the stone floors. I stood at the head of the room, surveying the faces of my pack: weary but attentive, some skeptical, others cautiously optimistic. After the chaos of betrayals, attacks, and power plays, Morrien needed direction, and it was my responsibility to provide it. Celina stood near the back, her arms crossed, her usual sharp expression softened just slightly by the events that had passed. For months, she had watched me, questioned me, doubted me, and in her eyes I could see the wheels turning as she tried to reconcile the pack’s survival with the strength of our bonds. Including the one between Elvira and me. “Today, we begin a new chapter,” I started, letting my voice carry over the murmurs. “In the past month we’ve grown past the fear that once enveloped us. We’ve rebuilt—not as individuals, but as a pack.” A few heads nodded, a ripple