Silas's point of view
The scent of charred wood still clung to the air, a sharp reminder of what had transpired mere hours ago. I stepped into my office, expecting destruction, overturned furniture—anything that would suggest the rogues had come for the Alpha's seat. But everything was untouched. Not a single page out of place, not a drop of blood on the floor.
My jaw clenched.
Whoever orchestrated this chaos didn’t care about me. They didn’t want my office, my position, or my power. They wanted her. Aurelia. And worse, they had taken my daughter.
The silence in the room was deafening. I stood behind my desk, palms pressed against the oak surface, trying to still the whirlwind in my chest. My wolf paced furiously beneath my skin, snarling for retribution.
A knock at the
Silas's point of viewThe message came through as a single line from the patrol guard near the southern woods:“We’ve found a scent trail. Blood. Small footprints. You need to come.”I didn’t hesitate. I was halfway out of the corridor when I called Dalton through the comm link embedded in my watch.“Southern woods,” I said tersely. “Bring three of your fastest and meet me there in ten.”“On it.”My wolf surged beneath my skin, claws scraping just under the surface, demanding to be set loose. I let him edge closer than usual, knowing I’d need his instincts if we were going to track her. My daughter. My blood.The wind shifted as I reached the tree l
Silas's point of viewThe scent of charred wood still clung to the air, a sharp reminder of what had transpired mere hours ago. I stepped into my office, expecting destruction, overturned furniture—anything that would suggest the rogues had come for the Alpha's seat. But everything was untouched. Not a single page out of place, not a drop of blood on the floor.My jaw clenched.Whoever orchestrated this chaos didn’t care about me. They didn’t want my office, my position, or my power. They wanted her. Aurelia. And worse, they had taken my daughter.The silence in the room was deafening. I stood behind my desk, palms pressed against the oak surface, trying to still the whirlwind in my chest. My wolf paced furiously beneath my skin, snarling for retribution.A knock at the
Silas's Point of ViewI should have known.The moment we crossed the northern border, the air itself warned me. The trees stood eerily still, no rustling of wildlife, no birdsong. The wind carried nothing but silence, a silence too perfect, too calculated. It was as if the land itself held its breath for what was to come.And then the howls echoed. One after another. Sharp, controlled, placed like chess pieces across the ridge. Not chaotic. Not reckless. Strategic.“Hold formation,” I ordered, eyes scanning every shadow. My warriors flanked out, teeth bared, muscles tense. These weren’t new recruits they had fought beside me in blood and storm but even they sensed something wrong.Still, we were prepared for a fight. What we weren’t prepared for… was the show. The rogues came fast. Strikes meant to injure, not kill. Distractions. Bait. Like gnats buzzing just enough to force you to swat at them, while the real danger sank its teeth into your neck.I snarled low in my throat. “This isn
Aurelia's point of viewThe west wing was supposed to be sealed off. No one was allowed here unless someone opened the gates. Who could have done that? Definately, someone who wants me dead badly. I reached for the drawer where I had hidden a small silver dagger, a relic I had kept since I left Grayson’s pack. My fingers grazed the hilt just as the door slammed open.My breath hitched as the door was left wide enough to peek through the darkness. There were two figures in dark hoods rushed into the room. They smelled rogue and I knew they meant trouble. So, the first thing came ot my mind was to protect my kids at any cost."Kael! Sara!" I shouted, throwing myself in front of the bed. I couldn't let anything hurt my kids.But they were fast. Too fast. They blocked our way to escape and grinning like a devil. I was panting, thinking of the ways to fight them. the dagger remains tight in my grasp.The first attacker lunged for me. I slashed the dagger upward, catching his shoulder. He g
Aurelia's point of viewSara’s tiny fingers curled tightly around mine as we walked through the west wing’s corridor. Her other hand clutched the small wooden wolf charm Dalton had given her this morning something to “keep her brave,” he’d said.The day had been long and my bones ached, but I didn’t mind. The hospital had been chaos, but it gave me purpose, something to focus on that wasn’t Silas’s heavy gaze or Alisha’s venomous presence.I reached our door and pushed it open, expecting to be greeted by Kael’s sweet voice or at least the warm stillness of our temporary home. Instead, I found him inside.Silas stood near Kael’s bed, his back to the door, one hand resting lightly on the frame. He turned sharply at the sound of my gasp, his eyes meetin
Silas's point of viewThe scent of ink, old paper, and stale coffee filled my office. I hadn’t left this desk in hours, too buried under border reports and silence.Then Dalton knocked.“Come in,” I said without looking up.The door opened, and the scent of pine and steel hit me. Dalton’s usual calm but today, there was tension riding his aura like a second skin. I noticed his gait which seemed out.He stepped in and shut the door behind him. “We might have a problem.”I finally looked up, eyes narrowing. “Where?”“North perimeter,” he said, stepping closer to the desk. “Three scouts reported unfamiliar movement near the ridge this morning. Small, q