LOGINOlivia and Helen were returning from their last-minute shopping. The streets were quiet, with only a few cars passing by and the occasional pedestrian strolling along the sidewalks.
Olivia had been living with Helen and Veronica for a week now, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. But tomorrow, they would be leaving this quiet town behind, flying to Alaska to start a new Chapter of their lives. Helen had been talking excitedly about their destination, describing the beauty of Wolf Creek, where her grandfather's lakefront house and café were nestled among the towering trees and rugged wilderness. "You'll love it there, Olivia," Helen said as they walked towards the motel where they were staying. "The lake is beautiful, and the café—it's like something out of a storybook. My grandfather used to tell me stories about the wolves that roamed the forest nearby. He always said they were guardians of the land." Olivia smiled at Helen's enthusiasm, though a part of her couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. She had grown fond of Helen and Veronica, but the fear of her secret being discovered always lingered in the back of her mind. Yet Helen's kindness and warmth had made her feel more at ease than she had in years. As they approached the motel door, Olivia heard a strange noise from inside. A sense of unease settled in her stomach, and she exchanged a worried glance with Helen. Without hesitation, Helen quickly unlocked the door and pushed it open. The scene that greeted them made Olivia's blood run cold. Veronica was backed into a corner, her face pale with fear as a large, burly man loomed over her, his hand gripping her arm tightly. His eyes were wild with anger, his voice a low growl as he spat threats at Veronica. "You think you can just leave me? Take my daughter away." The man snarled, tightening his grip on Veronica's arm. "You're mine, Veronica. You and Helen both. How dare you try to run?" "Dad, stop!" Helen shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger as she stepped forward. "Let her go!" But the man, too consumed by his rage, barely registered Helen's presence. He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of Olivia standing behind Helen. "And who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice laced with venom. Olivia stood her ground, her expression unwavering as she replied, "I'm Olivia, and I won't let you hurt them." The man's grip on Veronica tightened even more. "How dare you interfere in my family's business?" Olivia's heart raced as she felt her wolf stir within her, the primal instinct to protect flaring to life. She stepped forward, trying to remain calm despite the growing tension. "Let her go," she said, her voice firm. The man's expression twisted into a sneer. "Or what? What are you going to do, huh?" Before Olivia could respond, the man lunged at her, his rage-fueled strength propelling him forward. But Olivia was ready. Her wolf surged to the surface, and before she could stop it, her eyes glowed a fierce golden, and she half-shifted into her hybrid form. Her hands became claws, her muscles rippling with the power of her transformation. She caught his neck and held him in a vice-like grip, her growl sending shivers down his spine. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realised he had severely underestimated her. The man's bravado crumbled instantly as he stumbled back, terror etched on his face. "What, what are you?" But Olivia's wolf wouldn't let him get away so easily. She moved with lightning speed, knocking him to the ground with a single blow. The man's head hit the floor with a dull thud, and he lay there unconscious. As the adrenaline slowed, Olivia realised what she had done. She looked up, her golden eyes fading back to their usual green as she turned to see Helen and Veronica staring at her in shock, their faces pale. Olivia's heart sink. She hadn't meant for them to see her like this—to reveal the part of herself she had kept hidden for so long. She quickly shifted back into her human form, her breathing uneven as she tried to find the words to explain. "I'm sorry," Olivia stammered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'll leave—I don't want to cause you any more trouble." But before she could turn to go, Helen rushed forward, grabbing her arm. "No, Olivia, wait!" she said, her voice urgent. "You don't have to go." Olivia blinked, confusion and fear swirling within her. "But you saw what I am." Helen nodded, her grip on Olivia's arm tightening. "I did. And it doesn't change anything." Olivia searched Helen's face, trying to understand. "How can you say that? You should be afraid of me." Helen shook her head, her expression softening. "I've known you were different for a while, Olivia. Your superfast healing and that day in the forest, I saw an injured wolf run into the woods, but when mum and I reached the spot, we found you instead." Olivia's breath caught in her throat. She had been so careful, so guarded. How had Helen figured it out? Veronica, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and understanding. "Olivia, you saved us today. You saved my life. Whatever you are, it doesn't matter. You're family now." Olivia was speechless, her heart swelling with emotion. "Your secret is safe with us," Helen added softly, her voice full of sincerity. "We'll protect you, just like you protected us." Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes as she realised she didn't have to run anymore. For the first time in years, she felt truly accepted and truly safe. With shaky breath, she nodded, a small smile breaking through the storm of emotions within her. "Thank you," Olivia whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Mom, what about dad ?" Helen asked, while staring at her father's limp body. Veronica moved to check on her ex husband. She stepped cautiously towards the crumpled figure, her breath catching in her throat. Kneeling beside him, she hesitated for a moment before placing trembling fingers on his neck, searching for the pulse that should have been there. Veronica's face turned ashen as she withdrew her hand, her fingers shaking uncontrollably. She opened her mouth to speak, but for a moment, no sound came out. When she finally found her voice, it was barely a whisper. "He, he's dead.”The hum of the engine filled the quiet space inside the SUV as Asher drove through the early morning light. Olivia glanced back at Kylian, who had fallen asleep again, his small chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.She had been quiet since they left the scene of the attack, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she turned to Asher, her voice barely above a whisper."How did you find us?" Asher’s eyes remained focused on the road, his jaw tight. For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he spoke, his tone controlled and measured."I never left."Olivia blinked, confusion flickering across her face. "What do you mean?""Carlisle saw you leaving," Asher explained, his voice steady. "He called me immediately at the airport. By the time I caught up, you were in trouble. We chased after you, and when I saw the rogues surrounding your car, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer."Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. She ha
The air around them was thick with tension, the remnants of his fury still crackling in the atmosphere. His golden eyes remained locked on Kylian, wide and innocent in Olivia’s arms, but there was no mistaking the truth. He was his child.His son.A mix of emotions surged through Asher, hitting him like a tsunami. Rage coursed through his veins. Betrayal stung deep. But beneath the anger, beneath the hurt, there was something even stronger—an overwhelming sense of love. His wolf howled within him, recognising the connection instantly, its instincts flaring to life.Asher’s breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to contain the anger swirling inside him. His gaze shifted from Kylian to Olivia, who was clutching the child close, her body tense, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. She had kept this from him. She had hidden his son. The thought of her leaving, disappearing without telling him—taking his own flesh and blood with her—ignited a fury he hadn’t felt in years.Slowly,
Olivia’s heart raced as she clutched Kylian tighter to her chest, her mind scrambling for a way out. But there was no escape. The men had formed a tight circle around her, their faces hard and unforgiving. She could feel their eyes on her, could sense their impatience.The man who had spoken took a step closer, his expression darkening as he noticed Kylian for the first time. He frowned, glancing over his shoulder at the others. "She’s supposed to be alone," he said, his voice laced with confusion. "Why does she have a child with her?"Another man stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Olivia and Kylian. "I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. A prey is a prey.""Should we kill him ?"The man who had spoken before shook his head. "Not yet," he said, his tone cold and final. "Let’s take them both back with us and decide later."Olivia’s mind raced as she listened to them talk, her fear growing with every passing second. Whoever these men were, they hadn’t expected Kylian to be
The night was darkest just before dawn, the inky blackness of the Alaskan wilderness stretching endlessly around her. Olivia gripped the steering wheel of her old car tightly, her knuckles white, as the headlights carved a narrow path through the dense forest that bordered the road. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees. The further she drove, the more she felt her breath begin to steady, her heartbeat slowing as the distance grew. She had left everything behind—the small town, the café, the life she had built with Veronica and Helen. She had done what she knew best: she ran.She had no destination in mind, only a vague plan to find a motel and lay low until Veronica contacted her. It was safer this way, she told herself. Safer for Kylian, safer for Veronica and Helen. She couldn’t let them be dragged into the danger that seemed to follow her wherever she went.But as she rounded another bend in the road, her stomach twisted
Carlisle stood there, feeling a whirlwind of thoughts spiraling in his mind as Asher’s words barely registered. "That explains why she’s been avoiding you. She probably found out about your connection to me and doesn’t trust you."But Carlisle wasn’t really listening. His mind was stuck on something else, something that had been nagging at him ever since the fun fair. Kylian. The little boy with the bright blue eyes. Carlisle had brushed off the familiar feeling at first, thinking it was nothing more than a fleeting sense of déjà vu. But now, with everything Asher had just revealed, the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, and the picture they formed was troubling.Who was the father? That question gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. If Kylian was a werewolf, Carlisle would have sensed it immediately. Werewolves had a distinctive scent, one that was impossible to miss. But he hadn’t scented anything unusual on the boy. Which meant... what? Was Olivia
Carlisle and Helen sat across from each other at a quaint little café, the soft hum of conversation around them creating a cozy atmosphere. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the sweetness of pastries displayed on the counter. Carlisle couldn’t help but smile as he watched Helen stir her coffee, her delicate fingers moving gracefully."So, you’re a schoolteacher?" Carlisle asked, his tone warm with genuine interest.Helen nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I teach kindergarten. It’s a lot of work, but I absolutely love it. The kids are so full of energy and curiosity. They keep me on my toes."Carlisle leant in slightly, captivated by the light in her eyes as she talked about her job. "It sounds like you’re really passionate about it.""I am," Helen agreed, her smile widening. "And it helps that I can take Kylian to school with me. I help take care of him because my sister is busy with the café. My mum runs it."Carlisle’s admiration for Hele







