LOGINThird person POVThe morning after the meeting with Maverick’s rogue scouts dawned gray and heavy, a thick fog pressed low over the dead forest that Zane had chosen for his temporary camp. The air tasted metallic, as if the land itself sensed what Zane intended to unleash.He didn’t sleep.He rarely slept anymore.Instead, he stood on a ledge of broken stone overlooking the forest floor, where rogues moved like ants—organizing tents, sharpening weapons, testing their shifting. They were a motley assembly of wolves who had no pack, no alpha, no future. But under Zane’s command? They had purpose again—even if that purpose was dipped in blood.Maverick approached from behind, his steps soundless.“You didn’t rest,” he said without question.Zane didn’t turn. “There’s no rest until the White Wolf kneels.”Maverick exhaled slowly. “Zane… this path—it’s dangerous. Even for you.”“And that excites me,” Zane replied, a twisted smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes—the eyes of a wolf that had se
Alpha Zane’s POVThe forest was colder tonight—colder than it should’ve been for early autumn. The moon was thin, a sharp crescent cutting across the sky like a blade, and the wind carried with it the scent of shifting power. Old power. Forbidden power. The power I’d been denied.The power now living inside him—Ester.The White Wolf.The fragment I should have possessed.My jaw clenched hard enough that it cracked in the silence. That should’ve been mine. The Moongoddess’s whisper—the one I’d heard when I was barely thirteen—had promised greatness. Promised dominance. Promised a destiny carved in silver and blood. But she never said it would be given to someone else. Someone unworthy. Someone weak.I dragged in a slow, controlled breath.Tonight wasn’t about what I lost.Tonight was about what I’d take back.I stepped over a fallen log and into the clearing where a dozen shadows waited. Rogues. Wanderers. Exiles. Wolves with no allegiance, no law, no Alpha—but strength. Brutality. Hu
Ester's POVThat night, after tending to the injured wolf and ensuring the pack was on high alert, I lay in our shared quarters with William. His presence was a tether, steady and grounding, wolf coiling beneath my skin like a living pulse in harmony with his. Even in the quiet, I could feel the lingering tension, the echo of the Moon Goddess’s words reverberating through every fiber of my being.Sleep came slowly, tugged toward me by exhaustion, but the Goddess’s voice—soft, luminous, almost liquid in its cadence—called me back into the dreamscape. This time, I didn’t resist.The moon hung high, impossibly bright, spilling silver light across a vast expanse of rolling hills. Wolves moved through the shadows, silhouettes against the pale glow, and at the center of it all was her—radiant, infinite, the Moongoddess herself. Her presence pressed against my chest, filled the hollow of my lungs, and coiled through my spine like an electric current.“Ester,” she said, voice a melody that re
Ester's POVWilliam and I exchanged a look—one of those silent conversations we’d gotten frighteningly good at. His eyes sharpened instantly, shifting from comforting mate to Alpha in seconds.Control.Authority.Instinct.All of it slid into place.He stood first, tugging on sweatpants with practiced efficiency before tossing a shirt in my direction. I blinked, still drowning in the aftershocks of the dream, but my body moved on instinct.I pulled the shirt over my head, hands trembling only slightly.William noticed.He always noticed.He paused, stepping in front of me and guiding my chin up gently.“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmured.I swallowed. “I’m not afraid. Just… unsure.”He brushed his thumb along my jaw.“That’s enough fear for me to care.”My chest tightened. “William—”He kissed my forehead. “Let’s go. Whatever it is, I promise we’ll deal with it.”I nodded, though dread continued curling low in my stomach. The Moon Goddess’s warning echoed through my mind like a
Ester's POVThe world snapped back into darkness.Not the real world yet—not William’s bedroom, not the warmth of his hand around my waist. This was the space between dreaming and waking, the hollow place where echoes lived.And in that darkness, her final words replayed again and again.Your power is not your curse. It is your crown.I didn’t know whether to feel comforted or terrified.Because a crown meant responsibility.A crown meant danger.A crown meant war.And I…I had never wanted any of that.I just wanted to live.To understand myself.To protect my family.To stay by William’s side.Was that too much to ask?A faint breeze brushed my skin, carrying the scent of night jasmine and cold moonwater. I felt weightless, suspended, drifting back toward consciousness.The Moon Goddess’s voice returned one last time, quieter now, as if fading into the horizon.“Ester… do not run from who you are.”The darkness cracked open.And I fell.My eyes flew open with a gasp.I bolted uprigh
Ester's POVThe night felt heavier than usual.Even the air inside William’s bedroom carried a weight—thick, quiet, expectant. William slept beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his breathing soft and steady. Normally, the warmth of him soothed my mind instantly, but tonight something inside me wouldn’t rest.An uneasy pull.A whisper beneath my skin.My wolf pacing in circles in the back of my mind.Something is coming, my wolf murmured.I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Because the truth was—I felt it too.The full moon’s light drifted through the curtains, spilling across the sheets. It painted William’s skin silver, turning him into some celestial statue. With his hair messy, lips relaxed, and brow unknotted, he looked years younger.And safer.I reached out and brushed his cheek with the back of my fingers. He didn’t stir. He trusted me enough to sleep deeply, completely. That alone tugged at my chest.But before I could sink into the comfort of that thought—A sudden pulse shot




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