ログイン🦊 Melanie POVTwo days on the road should have been exhausting.For some of us, it probably was.But no one complained.No one caused trouble.And somehow, despite the size of the group, we had managed to stop for another break without turning it into chaos.Oakcrest was still about four hours away.Close enough to feel real.Far enough that I had no desire to start counting every remaining minute.I was sitting near the edge of the resting group when I heard it.A distant rumble.Heavy.Fast.Approaching.My head lifted immediately.Alaric.Relief came first.Fenrir was back and on time, which could only mean one thing—Aron had been safe and sound wherever he had chosen to hide.So when the massive black wolf appeared in the distance, carrying Arria on his back, some of the tension I hadn’t realized I was holding finally eased.Then I heard another set of paws following not far behind.For one ridiculous second, I thought someone was chasing them.Then I almost laughed at myself.Ch
🌘 Fenrir POV Alaric refused to give me control back when we sensed Aron’s presence. He had been angry for too long. He wanted to make sure Aron understood one thing clearly. He was still alive because Alaric had allowed it. That was the other reason I needed Arria here. To keep him calm enough not to spiral. The first was that yesterday I had been restless the entire time I was away from her. So here we were. And when Alaric roared threateningly at Aron, I watched. Carefully. That was why I saw it. Not the performance. The truth beneath it. He wasn’t afraid. Not of dying. If anything, it seemed to cost him more to keep playing the role Melanie had forced him into. To live. For her sake. He had miscalculated that part. I knew for sure he had done what he believed was necessary to make her resent him, to make it easier for Melanie to sever their bond. But it was Melanie. With anyone else, it might actually have worked. With her... I almost smirked. Aron and I w
🍃 Arria POV The farther Alaric carried me away from the others, the harder it became to ignore where we were actually going. Aron. Or at least the place where Fenrir believed we would find him. I had agreed to bring him back to Oakcrest. Not willingly. Not happily. And definitely not because I had forgiven him. Just— I can manage. That was what I had told Fenrir. Because over the past few months, something had become increasingly difficult to ignore. When it came to Aron, mine seemed to be the only experience that had been entirely negative. My parents had trusted Aron with the pack, with the secret of my heritage, and with me. That was a lot already. Then there was Fenrir. Even furious with Aron because of what he had done to me, he still trusted his word without the slightest hesitation. I had tried asking him about it once. “He ruined your life,” Fenrir had answered. “Whatever he may have done for me does not erase what he did to you. You have the right to judge h
🍃 Arria POVEveryone who was able to shift was in wolf form.Those who couldn’t were either riding on the back of another shifted pack member or traveling by car.Damian and Adelaida were also put in cars. Different ones, of course, to keep Adie from feeling press
🕷️ Vaerion POVArria had slipped through my fingers once again.Someone powerful had helped her.That darkness.That absolute power.The shadows...Impossible.Absolutely impossible.The only creature I had ever known capable of making the shadows stir was that cursed animal, Alaric.Over the centuries, it had become increasingly obvious that with each new life, his soul was becoming more deeply intertwined with them. The connection had started developing a life of its own, independent of the curse itself.But never like this.The most he had ever managed was to make them stir.Barely a movement beneath his command.Beyond that, the shadows had occasionally seemed to lean toward him whenever his human counterpart stood near a dark corridor or corner.But that had never been conscious.Never controlled.The shadows simply gathered around the darkest soul closest to them.
🍃 Arria POVWe were at the lake.And Fenrir had prepared a surprise for me.Fenrir.The same man who hid nearly every emotion behind a mask of cold control.The same man who had once bought me gifts because he wanted to and then kept them locked inside a wardrobe instead of giving them to me.Naturally, my first thought went to the Lysimachia flowers I had planted around the lake.Their name was said to mean the end of the fight, and I had decided they were perfect for preserving the memory of the first day he brought me here.The day he made me realize I was fighting something that had already been settled in my heart.They should have bloomed by now, and their bright yellow would probably look beautiful at twilight.But that wouldn’t really qualify as a surprise.Once Fenrir realized I had been planting flowers around Newmoon as a way to preserve our memories, I knew the hunt was on.And these were hardly hidden.Maybe he had put up a huge sign saying MINE.Or NEVER SET FOOT HERE.
A year later. Sixteen. The age when a wolf answers. The clearing was filled once again. Torches circled the altar. Warriors lined the perimeter. Children were lifted onto shoulders. My father’s voice carried across the gathering. “Tonight, our future steps fully into her power.” Cheers erupte
The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside m
Chapter 6 The whip lay coiled on the stone bench beside Aron. For a moment, no one moved. The evening air felt colder than it should have been. The courtyard walls trapped the silence, pressing it down over all of us. I wanted to scream. To tell them how unfair it all was. How none of it had ev
The pack was left in the hands of the Beta family. Again. And I was left to think about what to do from now on. There was a huge possibility that I would never be truly a werewolf. In fact, according to our history 18th was the last threshold. My parents' obsession with believing I had a wolf w







