LOGINDAMIEN'S POVAfter our miraculous escape from the cells of Sterling pack, I began to have my doubts. I couldn’t sleep. Not that I had tried, but sleep wasn’t even an option anymore.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Clara.But the way Mira spoke to me about her, she could not possibly be lying against Clara, because the way she looked at me like everything she said was the truth, like I was the one who was wrong, keeps me in doubt.I dragged a hand down my face, letting out a slow breath as I stared at the wall of my room, nothing made sense anymore.Nothing.For years, I had believed Mira was my mate, and I didn’t question it, and I didn’t even doubt or think twice if our bond was real or not, because the mate bond was there. I could feel it, it was real.My jaw tightened recalling the night in the cell with Mira's words saying Clara was a witch. I scoffed under my breath, shaking my head because it sounded ridiculous. But still, why did a part of me hesitate when Mira made ment
CLARA’S POVEverything happened too fast.One moment, the pack house was quiet, but the next thing was chaos.“The pack is on lockdown!” came the first shout from a running guard.“No one leaves the premises!” came another.“Search every corner!”Voices echoed through the halls, overlapping, urgent and sharp. Guards rushed past me in every direction, their footsteps heavy against the floor.Mira was gone. She just…disappeared.Just like that. But how?I stood in the middle of the hall, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else.How did this happen? How does someone just disappear from a securely guarded cell?That was impossible.Unless…someone helped her.My stomach twisted on the thought.I didn’t need anyone to say it, I already knew.That means there is a traitor who helped her escape.But how the hell did they pass the guards?The council chamber felt heavier than usual. Like the air itself knew something was wrong. All the elders were present, seated in thei
CLARA’S POVThree weeks, that was how long it had been since my coronation and one week, one whole week since Rowan started acting like I didn’t exist.Not completely, though, he still spoke to me when necessary, still asked if I had eaten, still made sure guards and maids followed me around like I was some fragile thing that could break at any moment, but that was it.No more late night conversations, no more lingering touches, no more him like he usually was before.It was like he had built a wall overnight, and I didn’t even know what I did to deserve it.I sat by the window in our room, my fingers tracing the edge of the curtain absentmindedly. The sky outside was dull, matching exactly how I felt inside.Empty and confused.Oh and also angry, mostly angry. Because if I did something wrong, then he should say it, not this silence.The door creaked open behind me.I didn’t turn immediately, I already knew it was him.“You’re here,” I said quietly.A pause, then, “I came to talk.”I
MIRA’S POVThe guards here were foolish.That was the first thing I realized the moment they threw me and Damien into the cell after I had accused and insulted Clara. Though to me, she truly deserves that humiliation.Damien was opposite me, looking all dejected and sorry. I scoffed. He's been putting up an attitude since we were put in the cell. I sat at the corner of the cold floor, my back resting against the damp wall, my fingers tracing invisible patterns on the ground. My lips curved into a faint smile. They thought they had won. They thought locking me away meant the end of me. They had no idea who they were dealing with.I tilted my head slightly, my gaze landing on the guard standing a few feet away from my cell. He was trying so hard to look serious, but I could see it in his eyes.He was a fucking weakling.Perfect. He would be just perfect.“Hey,” I called softly, my voice barely above a whisper.He stiffened immediately.“I am not to speak with you,” he replied quickly,
CLARA'S POVPeople were beginning to talk that I was an imposter, that my rise to the position of Luna was unnatural, and they suspected foul play. That Queen Astra and Rowan were hiding something, and I was not fit to be the Luna of the pack.Of course, I ignored the rumours. I cannot let words that are not true get to me or affect me. I just focused on doing my duties as Luna, which was sitting around, instructing the maids, taking a walk around the pack house, and waiting eagerly for Rowan, only to be paid little or no heed by him.It was exhausting, knowing I have more potential than being an ornamental Luna, a ceremonial ruler, and I could be more useful. But due to one simple mistake of mine, I have to bear the consequences by being disregarded and brutally underestimated.I was tired of being treated like this, and no sooner than I saw Rowan, I would talk to him and tell him about my dissatisfaction. I did not care if he decided to be stubborn about it. I would make sure I was
CLARA'S POVI stood, frozen in the center of the hall as the rogues finally broke into the hall. Their snouts were dripping with saliva, ready to attack. The few guards remaining in the hall quickly rushed into action, some turning into their wolves form while some remained humans, with claws out and deadly weapons. But they were no match against the ferocious looking rogue wolves who had the look of death in their eyes. The entire hall stank with their terrible stench. I looked at the entrance, it was locked and it would take a while before it could be opened. I have to find a way to get there and get it opened so that people can escape to a safer place. Why did I make the mistake of locking the entrance? Now I have endangered the lives of the people in the hall, and myself. I wonder where Rowan was and how he was doing. I really hope he is safe. The rogues rounded the hall, snapping their snouts, getting ready to attack us. The guards also moved closer to them. The crowd was i
ROWAN’S POV"Shit."The word wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough to cover the sheer, agonizing chaos currently roaring through my veins.I growled, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated from the soles of my feet to the roof of my mouth, and tossed the silk duvet off my body. It felt like a shroud
Clara's Pov The hand on my shoulder wasn't just a touch; it felt like a brand, searing through the thin fabric of my shirt and anchoring me to the spot. My heart slammed so hard against my ribcage that I was certain it would shatter bone.I turned, my mouth opening to let out a jagged, piercing s
Clara's Pov I went at him with everything I could this time and I still missed. We decided to try again. And this time I made sure to calculate my moves. Anytime I tried to push against him on his chest, he seemed to know where I was aiming for and he knew how fast he could move to avoid it. So
Clara's Pov I was woken up by the rays of the sunlight that hit my eyes. At first I thought I was going blind. I didn't expect the brightness to hit me suddenly.In my drowsy state, I wondered who opened my curtains until I heard the voice of the person who did.“Rise and shine Clara. It's trainin







