LOGINBryan's POV
I leaned back in the car seat, my fingers drumming against the armrest as I watched the pack’s gates from the tinted window. My thoughts were all over the place, but I forced myself to keep still. Henry sat beside me, fiddling with his wristwatch like he always did when he was nervous.“She’s taking too long,” he muttered, glancing at the gates again. “What if Enzo changes his mind at the last minute? What if he doesn’t let her leave?”I turned my head slowly, giving him that look that had shut up many warriors before. But Henry was my beta, my closest ally, the only one I trusted enough to speak plainly. He raised his brows at me, waiting.“She’ll come,” I said with certainty. My voice was low, steady, though my chest was tight. “Enzo has no choice but to let her. He needs her just as badly as I do.”Henry exhaled sharply and leaned back. But after a beat, his curiosity won. “Bryan,” he said quietly, “what happens afterward?Bryan's POVI leaned back in the car seat, my fingers drumming against the armrest as I watched the pack’s gates from the tinted window. My thoughts were all over the place, but I forced myself to keep still. Henry sat beside me, fiddling with his wristwatch like he always did when he was nervous.“She’s taking too long,” he muttered, glancing at the gates again. “What if Enzo changes his mind at the last minute? What if he doesn’t let her leave?”I turned my head slowly, giving him that look that had shut up many warriors before. But Henry was my beta, my closest ally, the only one I trusted enough to speak plainly. He raised his brows at me, waiting.“She’ll come,” I said with certainty. My voice was low, steady, though my chest was tight. “Enzo has no choice but to let her. He needs her just as badly as I do.”Henry exhaled sharply and leaned back. But after a beat, his curiosity won. “Bryan,” he said quietly, “what happens afterward?
Lisa's POVI shut the door to my room behind me and let my back rest against it for a moment, breathing slowly, as if the wood itself could hold me up. The weight of what I had just agreed to pressed hard against my chest. I was going to leave with Bryan and Henry. I was going to walk into the very place that had once broken me. My mind was already screaming, but my body had its own betrayal to make.I dragged myself toward the washroom, every step heavy, every breath sharp. My hands trembled as I pulled at my clothes and stepped into the shower. The water hit my skin, warm at first, then scalding, then numb. I braced my palms against the tiled wall and leaned forward, letting the spray soak me through, trying to wash away the taste of blood still lingering in my mouth.But the ache inside me was too deep to be rinsed away.The first heave came suddenly. My stomach twisted violently, and I barely managed to lean forward before blood spilled f
Enzo's POVThe battlefield still reeked of blood when silence finally began to settle. The cries of the dying lingered in the air, broken only by the low growls of my brothers and the ragged breaths of the warriors still standing. My body ached from claw and fang, but the fury burning in my chest overpowered every wound. I wiped the gore from my face, chest rising and falling heavily as I scanned the carnage.That was when my gaze locked on Bryan.He stood there with his beta Henry, their army still regrouping after the slaughter. For a moment, we said nothing. The weight of the fight hung between us, the blood of rogues still dripping from our claws. And then the anger in me surged past the restraint I had fought to hold on to.Without hesitation, I stormed forward. My fist connected with his jaw before he even realized I was moving. The impact cracked through the night, his head snapping sideways as he staggered but did not fall.“You d
Third person POVThe ground was soaked with blood, the air thick with the stench of iron and smoke. The howls of wolves carried across the battlefield, echoing like thunder against the broken night sky. Rogues swarmed in countless numbers, their snarls sharp and ruthless as they launched themselves against the line of Enzo’s warriors. Every strike was savage, every claw stained with death.But they weren’t prepared for what came next.A sudden horn blew from the distance, deep and commanding, and the warriors on the field froze for just a moment before the sound was drowned out by the thunder of paws and feet. A new force surged into view—an army clad in their own crest, led by none other than Alpha Bryan. His presence was unmistakable, towering and fierce, his wolf blazing with restrained fury. His beta Henry was close at his side, his eyes already assessing weak points and pressing their men into position.The arrival was like a storm breaking t
Bryan's POV The hall was suffocating. The council droned on in their usual circles, voices overlapping like the buzzing of flies around a carcass. I sat at the head of the long table, fingers drumming against the wood, the weight of their words piling on top of the pressure already coiled in my chest. The plague. Always the plague. Numbers of the dead, numbers of the dying, useless suggestions, and the same hollow hope repeated over and over. My patience was paper-thin. These men were supposed to be leaders, but all I saw were cowards wringing their hands while the disease crept closer to our borders. I opened my mouth to cut through their babbling when the doors slammed open. A guard stumbled in, his armor dented, his breath ragged. His eyes found mine immediately. “My Alpha!” he cried, voice trembling. “It’s Baron. He—he collapsed.” The words hit me like a blow to the chest. M
Lisa's POV I could still smell the blood in the air before I even reached the battlefield. The metallic tang was thick on my tongue, carried on the wind, clinging to the back of my throat until every breath felt like swallowing rust. My heart pounded as my feet moved faster, ignoring the guards who had tried to stop me, ignoring Calla’s cries for me to stay behind where it was safe. Safe meant nothing when my people were bleeding. Safe meant nothing when I could feel their screams echoing in my bones.The moonlight painted the path ahead in pale silver, and the further I went, the more the shadows twisted into bodies. My steps slowed as I reached the edge of the battlefield. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.It was devastation.Blood pooled across the dirt, soaking into the earth until it glistened like tar. Limbs scattered, bodies torn apart. The ground was littered with broken weapons, shattered armor, pieces of lives that had ended far too qui







