LOGINFour years ago, I watched Alpha Adrian slaughter my parents and destroy the Nightfall Pack. Everyone I loved turned to ash and blood that night—everyone except Asher, my best friend who pulled me from the flames. Now I'm infiltrating his pack as a slave vengeance in my heart. I've waited four years for this moment. Four years to get close enough to kill him just as he killed my parents. But fate is a cruel bitch. The mate bond snapped the moment I entered his quarters, binding me to the one man I swore to kill. My body betrays me, craving his touch while my mind screams for his death. And when Adrian finally feels it too, when he discovers I'm the last survivor of the pack he destroyed, everything changes. He says he needs me. That I'm the cure to an ailment slowly killing him. I need him too—he's the only one who can heal my broken wolf and help me shift again. The bond doesn't lie. And neither does the truth I'm starting to uncover about that bloody night. My heart is torn between my best friend who saved me and the mate who killed my parents and holds the key to making me whole again.
View More[FOUR YEARS AGO ]
🪷ISORA🪷
“Take a deep breath sweetheart… breath through it, let her out”
I screamed tears through the night as my bones splintered and reformed. My Mother's voice was cool even as my body convulsed.
It's my eighteen years birthday and my first shift ever.
“It hurts mom…it hurts a lot” I couldn't bear the pains
“I know baby girl, I know but you're doing so well, your wolf is beautiful” my mother's voice remained steady and calm “just a little more...”
She didn't get to complete her statement. The explosion cut her off
Fire erupted across the eastern tree line, turning night into day. The blast wave hit a heartbeat later, hot and reeking of smoke and something worse. Something burning that shouldn't burn.
"What!" I screamed, the pain eating deep to my core, I'm still in transition "What's happening?"
My mother was already shifting, bones cracking with practiced ease. My father burst through the trees, massive and dark in his wolf form.
Shadow Pack, his voice roared through the pack link. They're everywhere. Get Isora out!
The link exploded with screaming.
Dozens of voices, all at once. Pain. Terror. Death.
"Mom?" My voice came out small and broken. I've been hit, I'm now in my Wolf form but I'm bleeding terribly.
My mother's silver wolf nudged me hard . “Run to the river. Asher will be there. Run, Isora. Don't stop. Don't look back”.
"I won't leave you!"
"You don't have a choice." She pushed me as arrows were flying, one hit me on my limp and I shifted to my human form violently.
Wolves poured through the trees like living shadows. Too many. Too fast. They moved with brutal efficiency, cutting down everything in their path.
I tried to shift again, I tried to help, I tried to fight and save my people. Pain exploded in my side. I looked down, dazed, at the blood spreading across my ribs. I must have sustained another arrow hit.
My father's howl shattered what was left of the night. Raw. Anguished. Final.
My head snapped up in time to see him fall beneath a mass of black fur and snapping jaws. I saw the wolves tear into him, vicious and thorough. I saw the light leave his eyes.
"No…no...DAD!"
I lurched forward, but my mother was there, blocking my path. Blood matted her silver fur. So much blood already.
"Go. NOW."
"I won't...I can't..."
A wolf came at us from the left. My mother met it mid-leap, jaws closing around its throat. The crunch of bone. The gurgle of a final breath.
Then three more wolves replaced it.
Hands grabbed me from behind, human hands, strong and shaking. Asher.
"We have to go," he gasped, his face streaked with soot and tears. "Isora, we have to..."
"Let go of me!" I fought him, clawing at his arms. "My parents! MOM!!!" I screamed, it was raw, it was brutal.
Through the chaos, through the fire and blood and screaming, I saw him. A man stood in the center of the massacre, tall and dark and utterly calm. His bare chest was painted with blood, his black hair wild, his eyes the cold blue of a winter sky. He moved through my people like death incarnate, precise, brutal, unstoppable.
He reached my father's broken body. Stood over it for one terrible moment.Then moved toward my mother.
"No," I whispered. "No, no, no..."
My mother fought. She fought like the warrior she was, taking down two wolves, then three. But there were too many. Always too many.
The dark-haired man, Alpha Adrian, she realized with numb horror closed in.
"MOM!" My scream ripped my throat raw.
My mother's silver wolf turned one last time. Even bleeding, even dying, those eyes found me across the carnage.
“I love you. Survive. Make them pay.”
Then Alpha Adrian's jaws closed around her throat.The sound my mother made…half-howl, half-gurgle...would haunt my nightmares forever.
"Don't look." Asher's hand covered my eyes, but it was too late.
I'd seen it. I'd seen my mother go limp. I'd seen Adrian drop the body like trash. I'd seen him lift his bloodstained muzzle to the moon and howl, victorious and terrible.
Something inside me shattered.
My wolf, already injured, already terrified, retreated so deep I couldn't feel it anymore. I couldn't feel anything except a vast, howling emptiness where my family used to be.
"Isora." Asher shook my body. "Isora, we have to move."
Around us, the Nightfall Pack was dripping with blood, everywhere furs, bodies, blood. The pack link went silent.
Asher dragged me toward the river, my legs barely working. I looked back once, just once.
Alpha Adrian stood in the ruins, surrounded by bodies. My people. My pack. My family.
He shifted back to human, blood dripping from his hands, his face carved from ice and cruelty. He surveyed his work with those cold blue eyes, and I knew…knew he felt nothing. No remorse. No mercy. Just brutal, efficient slaughter.
"I'll kill you," I whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of flames. "I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll kill you for this."
🐺ADRIAN🐺I was not someone that ate much. I barely ate, maybe once in five days, ever since the servant in my quarters had poisoned me years ago. That was the reason why no one was allowed to cook in my kitchen, why I had my meals brought in from the pack kitchen already prepared and tasted by someone else before they ever reached my table.But everything about Isora was different, and Killian would never allow me to say no to anything she offered. He had been pacing inside my head since she walked through the door with that tray, and he did not shut up until I took the first bite.And her food really tasted good. The meat was tender, the sauce was rich, and the rice was cooked perfectly. It reminded me of meals I had eaten as a child, before everything went wrong."I know she'll taste better," he said in my head, and I put the fork down for a half second and considered what was available to me in terms of making my own wolf stop talking, and came up empty.He was impossible sometim
🪷ISORA🪷Two minutes.That was how long I stood in that room with those three words sitting in the air between us before my brain finished deciding what to do with them. Two minutes of my face doing something I was not fully in control of, of the bond pulling in a direction I was not going to acknowledge."What do you mean sleep with you?" I said, and I heard the frown in my own voice before I felt it on my face.Now he was really acting weird. Was the Alpha suddenly a pervert? My mind had gone straight to the dirtiest possible place, and I could feel heat creeping up my neck just thinking about it."What do you think I meant by that?" His voice was low and even and he held my jaw and tilted my face up toward his. "You tell me, Isora."He was too tall. That was the specific, infuriating reality of standing this close to Adrian, that I had to tilt my head back to hold his eyes and tilting my head back felt like a concession that I had not agreed to make.Kira leaned into his fingers b
🪷ISORA🪷Asher had been watching me all day.Not the obvious kind of watching, not the kind that announces itself, the careful kind, the kind that happens in the gaps between other things, a glance across the guard's section while he was supposedly focused on something else, eyes finding me and moving away before they had stayed long enough to be called staring. I had caught him doing it four times before midday and I had not let him see me catching it, had kept my own eyes moving the way you keep your eyes moving when you are cataloguing something you do not want the other person to know you are cataloguing.I was watching him back.I sat in the guard's section and I watched Asher go about his duties with the easy, practiced manner he brought to everything.His shoulders carried something today that they had not carried yesterday.Why was my best friend lying to me? For how long had he been lying? What was he hiding?The question had been multiplying since the dream, branching into
🐺ADRIAN🐺"Adrian…you can't possibly be thinking about what Damon said."Garrick used my name which told me before he said anything else that whatever was coming next was something he had decided required the full weight of the personal rather than the professional. He used it rarely enough that when he did, I noticed.He hasn't called me by my name in years."Now you fancy my name on your lips," I said, and I heard the amusement in my own voice, low and dry, the specific tone I use when I want to redirect a conversation without appearing to redirect it.Garrick turned and looked at me the way he looks at me when he is approximately one second away from strangling me. His jaw was tight. His hand had gone into his hair—the sandy brown of it already roughed up from the last time he had done it, which had been about four minutes ago. He was pacing, which Garrick rarely did, which told me the meeting with Damon had landed harder on him than he was going to say directly."This is not funn
⚠️ Content Warning:This chapter contains graphic depictions of torture, severe injury, prolonged suffering, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. 🪷ISORA🪷I've lost track of time, and I'm not sure when that happened, when the minutes stopped feeling lik
🐺 ADRIAN 🐺The sun bled across the horizon as I remained locked in the study. I buried myself in work, trying to focus on the mountain of unfinished projects concerning the pack.There were so many.Trade agreements that needed reviewing. Border disputes that needed reso
🪷ISORA🪷The courtyard was already crowded when I was dragged outside.It seemed like the entire pack had gathered to watch. To witness the servant who dared to steal from the Alpha.Everyone wanted a front-row seat to my humiliation. To my punishment. To my pain."I k
🐺ADRIAN🐺What was I even thinking, sniffing her like that?I scoffed, moving back to sit behind my desk.The image of myself leaning in close to Isora's neck, breathing in her non-existent scent like some desperate animal, was not one I wanted to dwell on.But I needed












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