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
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 POVHis kiss sears me straight to my bones. It’s like a personal firework show going off behind my closed eyelids. Our tongues clash, dancing together in a volley of dominance that he quickly wins. I can do little more than sink against him, melting in his arms as the fire in my veins soo
Madison’s POVAustin’s eyes scan over my body with unveiled interest. There’s no walls up with him. He just lets his desire be known. It’s almost… refreshing.I shake myself out of it. It’s the mark pull… that’s all.“I came here for this,” I say, yanking the collar of my shirt down to reveal the go
I step back from him the smallest fraction, smoothing the front of my shirt with a shaking hand. The wolf inside me snarls at the loss; part of me wants to fling myself back into his arms.Austin’s eyes gleam, amused, like a cat who’s had its toy snatched away. “Do your duty, Princess,” he says soft







