LOGINAustin’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 council hall had always felt safe, like no one can harm or touch it. Ancient stone, carved with laws older than any pack now standing. The air is carrying a weight of restraint, a reminder that even alphas bowed here, not to power, but to balance. I had always believed nothing trul
Madison’s POVI knew before the proof reached my hands. It was a quiet certainty, the kind that settles in your bones long before the mind accepts it. Still, when Austin laid the reports on the table, maps marked with altered patrol routes, coded messages intercepted and decoded, timelines that alig
“Yes” I hardly said it with deep moaning.“I choose you” I am deep inside her and she is embracing me like her whole world is in me. She continued, “I choose you over everything, this world, this nature, and any fate…”I released her. Her face is glowing with a strange satisfaction. I looked into he







