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
“He shouldn’t have been touched,” she said hoarsely, not looking at me. “He was under neutral protection.”“Dylan doesn’t care about borders anymore,” I replied coldly. “This was deliberate.”Her head snapped up. “Then he’s using my family to punish me.”“Yes,” I said. “And I won’t allow it.”I turn
Madison’s POVSince the death of Dylan’s parent, we all knew something big is going to happen.The air around me feels so calm that it feels like horror is engulfing me entirely just to prepare for the worst. And I was entirely right!I dropped the herbs I was sorting; fingers numb as dread settled
Dylan isn’t on the front lines. That was my first warning. The second came when our scouts reported movement toward the eastern ridge, high ground, limited access, poor visibility. A trap.“He’s drawing us in,” I muttered.I cut through the chaos, making my way back to Madison. I can feel her weakne
Madison’s POVThe cell is quieter than I expected. It’s not empty, never empty, but hollow in a way that is pressed against the chest. Dylan is sitting on the stone bench, shoulders dropped, hair unbound, the leftover pride stripped from him along with everything else. This is not the Alpha who once







