LOGINThird Person’s POVThe land was quiet again. Not the uneasy silence that follows battle, but a calm that felt earned. Walls were repaired. Borders were secure. Fires burned for warmth, not warning. The packs moved forward, slowly learning how to live without fear.The war had taken much. But it had
Third Person’s POVPeace never truly came. Not while Dylan still breathed with hatred in his chest.While Austin’s pack rebuilt their walls and healed their wounded, Dylan gathered what little power he had left. He no longer planned with reason. He no longer cared about laws or councils. All he want
Third Person’s POVThe night was unnaturally quiet. Too quiet for a pack still at war.Explosive devices were hidden under the hospital floors, inside drainage tunnels, beneath supply wagons, and near the healing wards. They were simple in design but very dangerous. They were not meant to capture la
Austin’s POVThis is the war all over again. Not steel and blood but the battle between instinct and respect. Between fear and trust.I wanted to tear the ritual apart before it began. Wanted to bury the witch’s knowledge and end Dylan with my own hands.But that would make Madison collateral. Again
Austin’s POVThe message came at midnight.No guard announced her presence, not even a single security alarm ringed. One moment the war room was silent, lit only by low-burning lamps and scattered maps. The next, the air shifted, thickened like the space itself had inhaled and forgotten to breathe o
Madison’s POVAfter we came back to home from the council hall massacre, the room felt too still. I noticed how the air felt heavier than it felt before we left for the council. I had been counting breaths, his, not mine, marking the rise and fall of his chest like a promise I could keep if I just s
Madison’s POVFury surges through me, hot and uncontrollable, as I shove the office door open.The hinges slam against the wall with a bang that rattles the shelves inside, and suddenly I’m standing there—staring, frozen, my worst fear made flesh before my eyes.Dylan.And Zoey.Together.Zoey’s smu
Madison’s POVCharity’s warning rings in my ears long after she leaves me alone in my room.“Don’t do it,” she had said, her eyes wide, her voice trembling with the weight of her concern. “If Dylan finds out, he might abandon you. He might… ruin you, Maddie. And what then?”Her words replay again an
Zoey storms off, but not before I see her smirk return, sly and victorious. My gut sinks with dread.I rush after her until I reach my father and stepmothers room, where she’s disappeared.It doesn’t take long to discover what she’s done.My blood runs cold.The pit in my stomach only deepens when I
Madison’s POVThe word queen still rattles in my bones, like a bell that refuses to stop ringing.I stare at Austin’s Beta, eyes wide, lungs aching from the breath I’ve been holding. Even my parents are struck dumb, which almost never happens. Father’s lips part, then press together again, his jaw f







