LOGINDraven’s POVSomething felt wrong the moment I stepped onto the training grounds, and it wasn’t the kind of feeling you could ignore or brush aside as nerves before a big race. It sat low in my chest, heavy and quiet, like a warning I hadn’t fully understood yet but couldn’t shake off either. I slowed my steps as I walked in, my eyes moving across the riders, taking in everything without saying a word at first.They were too loud.Too restless.Too… off.Engines were already running even though no one had given the signal to start, and instead of the usual focus I had come to expect from them under Allene’s training, there was something else in the air. A kind of wild energy that didn’t belong here. One of them nearly clipped another bike and didn’t even bother to apologize, just laughed it off like it was nothing, like control didn’t matter anymore.That wasn’t how we trained.That wasn’t what she taught them.I stopped a few steps behind her, watching as she tried to gather them, h
Allene’s POVSomething was wrong.I felt it before I even understood it.The moment I stepped into the training grounds that morning, the air felt… off. Heavy. Loud in a strange way. The racers were already there, engines running, voices raised, movements sharp and restless like they had been waiting too long for something.Too much energy.Too much noise.Too much… aggression.I stood there for a moment, just watching, my eyes moving from one rider to another. One of them nearly knocked into another bike, not even slowing down, just shouting something and speeding off like it didn’t matter.That wasn’t normal.Not here.Not under my training.“Line up!” I called out, my voice cutting through the noise.It took longer than usual for them to respond. A few ignored me at first. One even laughed like I had made a joke.My chest tightened.That had never happened before.“Now,” I said again, firmer this time.Slowly, they came together, but even then, they couldn’t stay still. Some were s
Leo ard povThe door had barely closed behind Kattie before the room fell into silence again.Leonard stood there for a while, not moving, his eyes still on the door like he could see through it. His expression did not change, but something in his gaze shifted slowly, like pieces in his mind were settling into place.Then, after a few seconds, he let out a quiet breath and turned away.He picked up his glass again, staring into the drink, watching the liquid move slightly with his hand. Everything was working. Slowly, but it was working. Kattie was doing her part, the racers had already taken what was given to them, and soon, very soon, things would begin to fall apart inside Obsidian.And when they did… he would be ready.A soft knock came at the door again.This time, he did not hesitate.“Come in.”The door opened gently, and she stepped in.The woman from the night before.She carried a small bag in her hand, the smell of food filling the room almost immediately. She looked relaxe
Kattie’s POVThe motel looked the same as always, quiet and almost empty, like a place that belonged to no one and everyone at the same time. Kattie paused for a long moment outside, crossing her arms lightly over her chest, feeling the cool air brush against her skin. She told herself she was calm, that she had thought everything through, but inside, her stomach twisted. Something about today felt different.Something about Leonard felt… different. The calm that he’d shown at the council didn’t ease her nerves—it made her nervous in a way that only those who had seen his temper knew. Calm Leonard could be worse than angry Leonard.Calmer meant he was thinking, and thinking meant he was dangerous.Her boots clicked softly against the concrete as she walked down the narrow hallway, her steps slower than usual. She tried to rehearse what she would say, how she would apologize without giving away too much, how she could gauge what he was thinking without making him suspicious. Her mind
– Leonard’s Father POVThe room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you notice everything—the sound of your own breathing, the faint creak of the floor, the distant hum of life outside. Leonard’s father stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, shoulders stiff, posture rigid as always. From the outside, he looked calm, controlled. The Alpha everyone expected him to be. The one who never wavered. But inside, his mind was anything but still.The pack grounds stretched below him. Wolves moved through the morning mist, training, laughing, living their lives. To anyone else, it was normal. Peaceful. Strong. But he saw it differently. Every figure moving below was a reflection of what could go wrong.Every wolf represented a decision Leonard had made, or failed to make. And he had made too many mistakes lately.A knock came at the door. Sharp, precise. He did not move. He did not even turn. “Enter,” he said, voice even, flat. The guard stepped in carefully, sensing
Leonard’s POVLeonard did not expect to see her again.He had woken up the next morning in a quiet room that was not his, sunlight slipping through thin curtains and falling across the bed. For a moment, he did not even remember where he was.Then he turned his head.She was there.Sitting by the window, calm, like she had always belonged there.She wasn’t asleep. She was awake, watching the world outside like she had nowhere else to be.Leonard studied her quietly.He was used to women who clung.Women who talked too much.Women who tried to please him.She was nothing like that.She didn’t even look at him at first.“You’re awake,” she said simply.Her voice was soft, but steady.Leonard sat up slowly.“Yes.”There was a short silence.He expected her to say something else.She didn’t.Instead, she stood up and stretched slightly.“I’m leaving,” she said.Leonard frowned.“Just like that?”She looked at him finally.“Yes.”No hesitation.No emotion.Leonard found himself… interested
Draven’s POVCrossing the boundary stones of my territory should have brought relief.For some years now, those markers had meant safety—meant home. They were soaked in old magic and older blood, reinforced by generations of Alpha authority. No enemy crossed them lightly. No mindless rogue dared li
Draven's POVThe scent of engine oil and heated metal clung to the air like a second skin.It was familiar. Comforting, even. The low growl of bike engines idling in the training yard vibrated through the soles of my boots, through bone and muscle, settling somewhere deep in my chest where instinct
Katie's POVFury spammed through me like it was a part of me. The wave of its hear spread across my body like sparks of a motorcycle skittering across dry grounds.By the time I was done lacing my boots, I could already smell the stale air. The reason for my fury.Draven and Allene.Every rogue wol
Leonard's POVEverything that used to steady me felt like they were a million miles away from me. Power and Routine.Today, both felt like illusions I could no longer hold.The council chamber doors closed behind the last elder, their voices dissolving into the long stone corridor beyond. The room







