Bella POV"She's waking up.""Shut up. Keep your voice down."A groan left my throat before my eyes even opened. The scent of moss and damp earth hit me hard. My head throbbed. My wrists burned. My body felt like it had been crushed and left in the cold."Where—" I muttered, blinking against the faint rays of the rising sun filtering through the trees. The lake shimmered nearby. Water lapped gently at the edges.“She's alive,” someone whispered again. Footsteps retreated fast.I tried sitting up, but my entire back screamed. Then it hit me—last night. The mating ceremony. The preparations. I was in the room. Someone came in. The scent had been sweet, but heavy. I turned too late. A sting in my neck—"Shit," I gasped, scrambling to my knees. The hem of the silk robe I’d been dressed in for the rite was soaked and torn. “No. No. No.”I staggered to my feet, swaying like a drunk. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, still sluggish from whatever had knocked me out. The packhouse was beyond t
Bella's POVHe blinked at me. "Are you that hungry?""Yeah." My voice cracked. "I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I just… I need something. Please."He studied me for another long second. Then he grunted. "Come on. I’ll throw you on an easy job."I followed him to the back where he handed me gloves and a spray bottle that smelled like hospital-grade chemicals. “You clean the corner café down the street. Mop, wipe, trash. They close at ten. You finish before midnight, bring the key back here.”I nodded quickly and grabbed everything.“Don’t steal nothing,” he added. “I got cameras.”I was already halfway out the door.The café wasn’t far. Small place with dusty floors and sticky tables. The cook was just locking up when I got there. He barely looked at me as he handed me the key.“Don’t break anything,” he muttered."I won’t," I said.When I was alone inside, I dropped my bag and started scrubbing. It felt weird—almost unreal—to be wiping down floors instead of dodging guards or prepari
Sage POVI pulled away at the last second, throwing myself sideways into a tree. The trunk cracked from the force. Tree bark embedded into my shoulder, but I barely felt it.“You’re not this. You don’t hunt like this.”But the beast growled in response—my voice, warped and guttural.A war was happening beneath my skin. It was terrifying. I dropped to all fours, panting. The moon was still above, glowing red with warning. My reflection shimmered in a puddle beside me. The creature stared back. Black fur. Twisted limbs. Silver-ringed eyes.Still me.But not.“Stop,” I growled, forcing the word through my muzzle. “This isn’t who we are.”My voice was low. Distorted. But it was there.For a split second, the beast stilled.Then it growled back—from within.I clutched my head. Sharp claws dug into my scalp but it didn’t break my skin. A laugh, but not mine—echoed in my head.“You let her go,” it sneered. “You lost her. So now you lose me too.”“No.”I slammed a fist into the ground.Dirt
Malrick POV“Shut the door,” I snapped the moment the last guard stepped into the room.Ronan kicked it shut with a hind leg before shifting back to his human form. The others followed suit, panting, bruised, and shaken. Some collapsed onto the benches lining the wall, others paced. I stayed standing, facing them, arms crossed behind my back.“That wasn’t Sage,” one of them muttered.“No,” I replied calmly, “that was a monster.”“You sure it was him, Malrick?” Ronan asked. “His scent… it was off. Mixed. Almost like—”“I know my Alpha,” I cut in. “Even in that twisted form. That thing was Sage.”“But he didn’t attack us,” another guard, Kael, said, rubbing his arm where fur had been singed from the brush fire Sage had accidentally triggered. “He ran. Fast. Like a beast with a death sentence.”“He didn’t need to attack,” I said slowly. “Not this time.”Ronan scowled. “Then what do you think he was doing?”I leaned forward, voice low. “Watching. Waiting. Testing how far he could go befor
Bella’s POVIt's a new day as a cleaner and still trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. The mop handle dug into my blistered palm as I wrung it one more time into the rusty bucket. My back screamed. My feet burned. The stench of bleach mixed with old food and something I didn’t even want to identify clung to my clothes like a second skin. Another day. Another shift that felt like punishment.“Girl, you missed a spot under table six,” my supervisor barked from across the room.“I got it,” I muttered, forcing my body toward the shadowy corner of the cafeteria.The mop sloshed loudly in the puddle, it was the only sound aside from the faint hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen. My hands were trembling again. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and my wolf—though suppressed in this foreign human town—whined low inside me.A voice near the door made me stiffen.“That girl’s weird. Doesn’t even talk. She just shows up, works like a mule, and disappears.”“I heard she sleeps i
Bella’s POV “Keep it to yourself,” I said quickly. “Please.”“Hey, no judgment here.” She held up her hands. “If anything, you’ve just made things more interesting around here.”We sat in silence for a bit. Then she said, “You hungry?”I laughed softly. “Always.”“I saved a pack of crackers from dinner. Wanna split?”“Please.”We shared the crackers like they were a royal feast. It wasn’t much, but sitting beside someone who didn’t look at me like I was insane or dangerous… it made things a little easier to bear.That night, I lay on the bunk staring at the ceiling, listening to June’s steady breathing. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel completely alone.And I had no idea what tomorrow would bring. But I knew I’d face it. Somehow.***Sunlight spilled through the window, warming my face. I blinked, groaning softly as my body reminded me of every ache from the day before. The mattress beneath me wasn’t soft, but it beat the cold concrete of an alley.“Rise and shine, sleepyhea
Bella’s POVI later left for work and spent the whole day trying to clean as much as I could. Not as if it would add to my daily pay but I hoped that my boss might tip me. “You trust her too easily.” my wolf whispered in my head again. My wolf. Restless.“I don’t have a choice,” I replied telepathically, wiping down the counter with more force than needed. “She’s the only one who’s even looked at me like I wasn’t trash.”“You don’t know her. Her scent—she hides something.”“Then we watch. We stay alert.” I paused, pretending to scrub a tough stain while I focused inward. “I’m not walking away from a clean bed and real food because you're spooked.”“You’re spooked too,” my wolf snapped.“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I’m also tired.”The kitchen door swung open behind me. I jumped slightly, snapping out of my head.“There you are!” June’s voice was all sunshine and mischief. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”“I’ve been working,” I said, brushing hair out of my eyes. “The dishes don’t
Bella’s POVJune pushed between two girls and got in front of them. “Enough!”Keisha shoved her. “Back off, dyke!”That did it.June didn’t flinch. “Try that again.”Jayla paused, chest heaving. Keisha stepped forward, but someone—finally—stormed in from the hallway. A shelter worker, tall and irritated.“Break it up!”Both girls were yanked apart. Keisha was dragged toward the office, still screaming. Jayla slumped to the floor, hand covering her face, shaking.“Are you okay?” I knelt beside her.“Fine,” she muttered, then sniffed. “She always targets me. I didn’t take her stupid stuff.”“Why didn’t you just tell someone?” I asked.“They don’t care,” she snapped, voice cracking.June crouched beside us. “They’ll separate you two now. You’ll have space to breathe.”Jayla didn’t answer. She just wiped her lip and looked away.Later that night, as things settled, June leaned against the wall next to me.“Fights are normal around here,” she said quietly. “People snap, no rules. Just surv
Sage POV I didn’t move for hours. Could’ve been a trap. Probably was. But the food didn’t rot. It stayed warm. Clean, no flies, no magic stink. Just food.And I was starving. I didn't realise when I rushed to the food and ate it. The meat was rich, real—flavored with something faintly herbal. I devoured it before I could think too hard about the consequences.She came again the next night. Same time. Same place. Same food. No words. No questions. Just her.I watched from higher up in the trees that time, cloaked in shadows. She sat longer. Sang a different song. This one was... sad. My wolf leaned forward in my head, ears perked.She smelled like memory. Like something I should know.It kept happening. Dusk after dusk. She never brought fire, never wore shoes. Her breath fogged in the cold, but she didn’t shiver. The forest began to settle around her. Birds followed. Deer peeked from the edges of the trees. Even the cursed places began to slow their spread.She was changing somethin
Sage POV Something felt wrong the moment I stepped into the clearing.It wasn’t just the cold or the silence—this quietness ran too deep. The kind that seeps into your bones and warns you you’re not alone. My paws sank into the frostbitten soil as I crept forward in beast form, every muscle tensed. The scent hit me a second later.Rot, decay and worse—blood magic. I froze instantly. The trees ahead weren’t just dying—they were blackening. The bark split and blistered, oozing dark sap like blood. Leaves had withered mid-branch, and the ground was slick with a sickness that pulsed through the earth. I growled low in my throat.Someone was poisoning the forest. Not randomly—no, this was deliberate. It must be a message.Malrick. It had to be him. Who else would twist the land like this just to force me out of hiding?I should’ve turned around. Everything in me screamed to leave. But this was my territory. Mine. I’d hunted here. Bled here. Howled under a hundred moons. I couldn’t just w
Sage POVThe snow is deep tonight, it clung to my fur like frostbite waiting to happen. I move low to the ground, my body slink between trees that creak with cold. Every breath foghed the air. I haven’t shifted back in months—not since the dungeon. Not since Malrick.My beast form keot me safer out here. More muscle, better speed. The downside? I’m losing pieces of myself. Human thoughts came in fragments now—disjointed, buried beneath the instincts that snarl louder with each passing day.A branch snaps up ahead causing me to freeze, every muscle locked tight. My ears twitch. A low rumble builds in my chest, a warning to the night. I heard another snap, it was softer this time. Just wind or something watching?I sank back into the shadows. The patrols have been thicker lately. Malrick’s voice—his commands—they ride the wind like old songs I can’t stop hearing. I don’t know how many men he’s sent. Five? Ten? More? Doesn’t matter. I stay out of sight. Always watching. Always moving. Th
Bella’s POV The morning after I got my first A, I woke up to the smell of cinnamon and burnt toast.“Who let Liam near the stove again?” I called from the stairs.“I resent that,” Liam’s voice echoed up. “I’ll have you know this is a controlled culinary experiment.”“Controlled by what? Gremlins?” June giggled.I walked into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes. June was perched on the counter in mismatched socks, waving a spatula like a conductor’s baton. Liam stood proudly beside a skillet full of what looked like... slightly-charred pancakes shaped like wolves.“Are those ears or legs?” I asked, squinting.“Both,” he said without hesitation.“Harper, you’re seeing this, right?”She entered from the hallway in her oversized cardigan, her eyes were still soft with sleep. “I’ve learned not to question Liam’s methods before coffee,” she said, reaching for the pot.June held up a plate. “These are for you. Nurse Bella needs fuel.”“They’re actually really good,” Liam added quickly.
Bella’s POV The sky was ash when I found her again—June, leaning against the porch railing, a wool blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders. She didn’t look up when I stepped outside, just sipped from her mug like the world hadn’t tried to break her.“You’re gonna freeze out here,” I said, nudging her lightly.“I like the cold,” she replied.I didn’t have a response for that, so I just stood beside her and let the silence settle between us. Sometimes that was better than pushing. And lately, silence didn’t feel so heavy.Inside, Harper’s laughter drifted from the kitchen. She and Liam were cleaning up after dinner, arguing over who forgot to defrost the chicken. It felt normal. Safe. Like the council hadn’t carved messages into our door or hunted us through ancient forests.But even in that peace, a small ember inside me kept burning—restless, searching, quietly desperate for something more.I didn’t tell them right away.Weeks passed since we decided to stay. Weeks of healing, adj
Bella’s POV We left the house to a hotel to spend a few days and not raise any suspicion. The air in Ålesund felt different the moment we returned. The ferry ride back had been quiet—too quiet. June barely spoke, and Harper’s silence was thick with tension. Even Liam, usually steady, kept glancing over his shoulder like something was breathing down his neck.Now, standing on our front porch again, everything felt wrong.The snow hadn’t fallen naturally. It clung to the trees in odd clumps, too heavy, too still. The ravens had returned in droves, black feathers scattering across the drive like a warning. One perched on the porch railing, staring straight at June until she shooed it away with a flicker of energy that crackled in the air.“Don’t,” Harper said, voice sharp. “They're watching.”“They?” I asked.“Not just the Council. Something older. Something waking up.”Inside, the house was just as we left it, but colder. I could smell unfamiliar scents mixed into our own—cologne, swea
Bella’s POV The pendant flared white-hot. The ground beneath her feet cracked. Trees bent back like something had exhaled violently. Birds scattered from the branches, screaming into the sky.Liam lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders. “June! You have to control it!”“I don’t know how!” she screamed.Wind howled. Real wind. Not the kind from storms, but something summoned—something born.Harper raised her hands, murmuring an incantation. Runes lit beneath her fingers in sharp blue flickers. “Bella, keep her steady!”I rushed forward and grabbed June’s hand. She was trembling violently, her breath coming in gasps.“I don’t want this,” she cried.“But it’s already yours,” I said. “Let it in. Or it will tear you apart.”The pendant cracked down the middle, releasing a pulse of energy that knocked all of us back. I landed hard in the snow. When I sat up, June was on her knees, her chest was heaving—but calm. For now.The snow around her had formed a perfect ring of frost, etched with ru
Bella’s POV The days following the attack were a blur of healing and conversations about the way forward. Harper on her hand, immersed herself in ancient texts, her fingers stained with ink and herbs. One evening, I approached her as she traced a rune onto the floor with a mixture of ash and blood."Harper," I began cautiously, "you're pushing yourself too hard."She didn't look up. "We need stronger protections. The Council won't stop, and neither will what's coming.""What's coming?" I pressed.She finally met my gaze, her eyes momentarily flickering silver. "There are older things than the Council, Bella. Things that have been dormant for centuries."A chill ran down my spine. "And you're waking them?"She returned to her work. "Better to wake them on our terms than theirs."Liam and I stood watch outside, the snow crunching beneath our boots. "She's changed," I murmured.Liam nodded. "Magic that deep always leaves a mark. She's treading dangerous ground.""Can we trust her?
Bella’s POV We didn’t speak much on the way home. The lantern lights faded behind us, replaced by the hush of falling snow and the quiet thrum of adrenaline. My wrist still pulsed from where Kalen had touched me, like the cold had rooted itself beneath the skin. I kept rubbing it, trying to forget how close I’d come to unraveling.Back at the house, Liam was already waiting at home, pacing by the window. He had left earlier to check if the house was safe before we got home. “He was there,” I said.He didn’t need to ask who.“He got too close,” Harper muttered, locking the door behind us. “Too fast.”June dropped her coat, cheeks flushed. “We’re running out of time, aren’t we?”Harper didn’t answer right away. Instead, she crossed to the fireplace and knelt down, pulling away the base of the stone hearth. I heard the click before I saw the opening—a hidden compartment built into the wall, older than the house itself.She drew out something long and wrapped in thick, cracked leather.