로그인Third 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 POVSwearing loyalty was not supposed to feel like this. I stood before Austin’s pack under an open sky, the wind tugging at my hair, the ground cold beneath my bare feet. The circle had been drawn carefully, ancient symbols engraved into the earth, symbols meant to mark belonging, protect
Madison’s POVThe moment Austin walked out of the hospital, the space he left behind felt louder than his presence ever had. The air itself seemed charged, whispering with everything we hadn’t said, everything we hadn’t finished. My hands are shaking as I returned to my work, making bandages, saying
Madison’s POVI thought the pain would fade if I stayed busy. I was wrong.It followed me down the long corridor of the royal hospital, stuck to my skin and settled in my chest like a weight that it is hard for me to even breathe. Every step I took away from Austin, I felt how fragile I am in front
Madison’s POVI should have pulled away. That was the sensible thing to do. The smart thing. The safe thing.Instead, I stayed right where I was, close enough to feel the warmth of Austin’s body, close enough to sense the power beneath his skin. The kiss remained in the air between us even after our







