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 POVThe moment the mindlink forced itself back open, I felt the familiar, hateful pressure crush against my skull. It wasn’t gentle or passive. It wasn’t even neutral. It was a violent pull, a direct invasion, like claws digging into the back of my mind.No, no, not again. I clutched my te
Austin is here!I can feel his breath on my neck. He is about 3 to 4 inch taller than me! His whole body is covering me! His broad shoulders, his big hands are over me like a huge shadow!“Austin!” I turned. My face is right in front of his big chest. His shirt is unbuttoned. I am just an inch away
Dylan’s POVNo matter how many times I tell myself that I should move on… that Madison is gone… that she is already under Austin’s shadow… nothing changes. Nothing.Every time I close my eyes, the memories come back like they are carved into my bones. The way she used to smile at me, the way she use
Third Person’s POVThe doctor came in and started with Madison’s treatment. Looking at her injuries and wound, the doctor was surprised. He couldn’t believe that someone can torture a person like this. Madison’s wounds were so deep that the doctor had to opt for stitching. Specially on her shoulder.







