تسجيل الدخولCaroline's Point Of ViewMy eyes felt like they might pop right out of my skull. Charlie. Was. Kissing. Me. His actual lips pressed firmly against mine. This wasn't a clumsy accident or a friendly nudge because we'd tumbled into the dirt… it was solid, deliberate, and completely real. For about three whole seconds, my brain short-circuited entirely. I froze beneath him like a statue, my hands splayed flat in the grass on either side of my head. The blades tickled my palms, damp with evening dew. Inside my chest, my wolf paced in frantic circles, broadcasting pure confusion: ‘what do we do, what do we do?!’ Then the shock evaporated. The cold panic melted into a sudden, bursting wave of ridiculous heat that shot straight to my toes and back up again, settling as a warm glow in my chest. It spread through my limbs like honey, sweet and overwhelming. My eyes fluttered shut, abandoning all thoughts of the academy, the guards, or the fact that we were sprawled in the dirt five feet fr
Caroline's Point Of ViewThe gravel beneath my boots produced an annoying, uneven crunch with every step, matching the scattered rhythm of my thoughts perfectly. I walked down the narrow training tracks behind the main campus buildings, the sun blazing against the back of my neck, yet my gaze never settled on the path ahead. My mind was elsewhere… spiraling through worst-case scenarios I couldn't quite shake. Charlie walked beside me, hands buried deep in his pockets, looking far too relaxed for someone whose best friends had just vanished completely. His human scent… so quiet compared to the wolves around here, carried notes of leather, faint ink, and laundry soap. Usually, it grounded me, pulled me back from the edge of whatever anxiety threatened to consume me. Today, though, it only made me more restless, more aware of how little control I had over any of this. The normalcy of his presence felt almost mocking when everything else had tilted sideways. My boots suddenly skidded t
Zane's Point Of ViewHis mother's hands froze completely on my wrists. Her dark eyes went impossibly wide, and she let out a loud, ragged gasp that sounded like someone had struck her square in the chest. "Catherine..." The name escaped her lips in a trembling whisper. "Catherine is your mom?" I stood there, my throat feeling as though someone had stuffed it with dry cotton, but I managed a small, jerky nod. "Yes. That's... that's her name. Catherine." I never actually met my mom. Not even for a single second. My dad always told me she died the exact same day I was born, right there on the blood-stained mattress while the midwives screamed. He didn't have any of her things left… no old jewelry, no clothes, nothing… just that pocket watch that brought me to the Academy. But whenever he got a little too much whiskey in him on winter nights, he would stare at the fireplace and mention her name.Catherine.Over and over, like it was some kind of holy word that could keep the monsters a
Zane's Point Of ViewThe heavy iron doors of the throne room groaned shut behind the departing council elders, settling into the floorboards with a finality that left a thick, ringing silence in their wake. Those ancient lords had shuffled out in a cluster of whispered conspiracies and sidelong glances that made my skin crawl with unease. Now, only the three of us remained in the cavernous, drafty chamber. The Alpha King said nothing for a long, tense minute. He stood there, towering over us like a mountain carved from stone, his piercing gaze fixed on where Ronan's hand still clung to my waist, as though he feared I might vanish if he loosened his grip even slightly. At last, his father released a low, rough grunt. "Be prepared," he said, his voice dropping into that deep, flat gravel that sent cold shivers through the stones beneath my oversized boots. "The guards are already preparing the lower cavern. Don't waste the afternoon pacing." He paused, his eyes lingering on me for a
Ronan's Point Of ViewMy jaw dropped so wide I feared it might dislocate entirely. "The... the mating ritual?!" The words burst from my throat in a humiliating squeak that ricocheted off the massive stone pillars. The echo mocked me, amplifying my panic."Like, the full thing? The biting part? The..." I choked on my own saliva, heat flooding my face until I must have resembled a ripe tomato. My hands trembled at my sides. Sweat prickled the back of my neck despite the throne room's cool air, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples. The Alpha King regarded me as one might observe an unusual insect that had landed on expensive boots. He gave a slow, deliberate nod that shifted the grey wolf pelt draped across his shoulders. "Yes, boy. The mating ritual. Ronan needs to mark you, sink his teeth into your neck, and claim you properly before the council lords. It's the only way."He delivered this pronouncement as casually as if discussing tomorrow's weather rather than a life-al
Zane's Point Of Vie"Cleanse the land?" The words scraped from my throat, my voice fracturing so badly it sounded like a dry twig snapping beneath someone's boot. I looked from the King's massive, unblinking face to Ronan, whose profile might have been chiseled from granite. Every muscle in his jaw was taut, locked in place as if he were bracing himself against a storm. "But I've done nothing to them! Literally nothing! What crime have I committed? I've spent the last three years just trying not to get expelled and making sure I don't accidentally scald my tongue on hot tea!" The absurdity of my own words hit me even as they left my mouth. Ronan's father released a long, heavy breath through his nose that rumbled deep in his chest like distant thunder. The sound reverberated through the throne room, making the very air feel heavier. "That is precisely the point, boy. You did nothing. But your powers carry tremendous weight." He leaned forward slightly, and the movement seemed to sh
Ronan's Point Of ViewI swore my heart had never taken a hit this hard... not from battle, not from betrayal, not even from the day I realized Zane was my mate.But this?This was cruelty.Pure cruelty.And the worst part?I was losing.I, an Alpha who had faced rogue packs, blood feuds, and assass
Ronan's Point Of ViewHer scream came again.But this time it was nothing like the first one.The sound that left her throat now was weak, shredded apart by the poison already spreading through her body. It rose from her chest like something being dragged out of her lungs rather than pushed by stre
Ronan's Point Of ViewHer scream filled the cell so violently that the sound slammed into the stone walls and came back twice as loud. The dungeon had always been built to hold noise inside rather than let it escape, and the echo of her panic bounced through the narrow corridor beyond the door befo
Ronan's Point Of ViewMiles’s hand slammed onto the wooden surface beside me, the crack echoing like a gunshot. “Damn it, Ronan!”The sound tore through the room, sharp and violent, rattling glass vials and making one of the healer’s assistants flinch so hard she nearly dropped a bowl of crushed si







