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
Third Person POV“We have to get that girl here anyhow. We need her power today.” Even though Madison refused to come several times, Dylan’s parents are determined to bring her at the hospital. So, they directly gave orders to their assistants.“If she doesn’t want to come willingly, then bring her
I hold my breath as I press my ear to the door.“…you must treat Austin with the respect he deserves,” Dylan’s mother says, her tone hushed but firm. “This visit is not just for pleasure. There are matters at stake. You know your responsibility to this pack.”Dylan sighs, frustration lacing his word
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
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







