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
How strangely an unfamiliar place can make you feel like home.There he is. Sitting on his study table. His broad shoulder covered the half of the aperture which makes a nebulous yet stunning portrayal of his facial features. Sharp, confident and calming.He felt my presence. He moved towards me.“T
Third Person POV“This can’t be happening! It is impossible! How can Madison be this close to the Prince of Royal Pack. She didn’t even know him. Never met, never talked to him! Or did she? She must have been lying to me and was secretly meeting him!”Dylan still couldn’t believe what was happening
Austin’s POV“Prince, you have an invitation.” The Beta presented an envelope to me, covered in silk and basic ribbon. I am sure who sent it for me. Those filthy worms.The invitation stated –Respected Royal Prince,We humbly request you to visit our mansion tomorrow at the evening. Our son Dylan a
Madison’s POVI am tired. My soul and mind haven’t settled yet with everything that's going on. I need some time. I need to heal my inner aura.And suddenly Dylan is trying to talk to me with mindlink! - Madison, can you hear me? Are you there?- Yes, Dylan. What do you want now? What else do you h







