Ava's POVThe moonlight shone brightly far above me. I inhaled deeply, the crisp night air a welcome relief against the turmoil brewing inside me. My nightly walks were my sanctuary, a time to quiet the noise in my head, but tonight, the silence was filled with the thoughts of Jake.What was he really doing here? His excuse about wanting to get to know the Moonstone pack felt so silly and unreasonable to me. I couldn’t shake the unease that clung to my mind, and a prickly awareness of his near-constant presence. His eyes—those intense, familiar eyes, followed me everywhere. His words, seems too sweet, too reminiscent of a past I’d tried to bury, echoeing in my ears even when he wasn't near.Still lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear the sound of footsteps behind me. But, suddenly, a hand snaked around my waist, warm and firm, sending a jolt of alarm through me. I whirled around, a snarl ripping from my throat, ready to defend myself. But it was just him. Jake.He didn’t even flinch at
Dylan's POV“My game?” Killian asked, his brows frowned in confusion.I let his mind wander for a while, leaving him in the dark as I watched him keep ruminating on what I had said. Then after a while, he seemed to figure out what I was talking about, or maybe he gave up trying to think. I cleared my throat as I took a few steps closer to him. I couldn't help but laugh at the look of shock on his face. "You see, Killian, I've been playing a little game with you," I said, making sure he could clearly hear the sarcasm. "A game of cat and mouse, where I'm the cat, and you're the mouse."Killian's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in anger. "What fucking game are you talking about, Dylan?" he growled impatiently.I smiled, enjoying the moment. "I'm talking about Ryder, of course," I said, nodding towards Ryder who had now retreated back. "You see, Killian, I purposely released Ryder after the little incident with Sylvester Darkmoon's breakout from the prison in Moonstone pack."Killian's e
Dylan's POVI held the torn cloth to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was unmistakable – Sylvester Darkmoon. I could vividly remember his smell from our past encounters. It was a smell that I had grown to despise, a smell that filled me with anger and a desire for revenge."What is it, Dylan?" Damon asked, noticing my tense expression."It's Sylvester," I growled, my eyes scanning the surrounding area. "He's been here."Damon's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?" he asked.I nodded. "Positive. I'd recognize his scent anywhere."Damon nodded, his eyes scanning around. Within me, I could feel my wolf growl in eagerness—an eagerness to catch Sylvester. Sylvester is a strong wolf who had always terrorize other packs, looting and plundering. Building an army of radical rogues. He had built so much fear around other packs that mentioning his name strikes fear not just to ordinary wolves but also to Alphas. And, seeing that it was beginning to affect my reputation among other wolves, I had to
Ava's POVI walked through the pack gardens, a sickening feeling riling up my belly. We had visitors from the Bloodcrest pack, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Since my mother's death, I had learnt to be wary of Bloodcrest pack, and now, their sudden arrival at Moonstone pack didn't sit well with me.As I turned a corner, I saw them and my eyes suddenly widened. Jake?What the hell was he doing here?A frown creased my brow as I tried to keep my feet steady as I approached them. Jake was standing by with Beta Damian and some of Moonstone’s officials. He was smiling, laughing, and chatting with them as if they were old friends. I narrowed my eyes, my instincts prickling. What was he up to?I got closer to the group, my eyes fixed on Jake. He caught sight of me and his smile widened. "Ava! It's so great to see you!" He stepped forward, his arms open as if he expected me to hug him.I ignored him, walking past him to meet Beta Kane who was also welcoming the group.Beta
Dylan's POVI watched from where I sat in the car as the cloud turned darker. The gust of wind that howled from outside almost looked scary. It had been almost a day since I left the Moonstone pack and was now on the way to hunt down Kylian and the other wolves in Joja plains.We left the Moonstone pack with ten cars in total, and most of the pack fighters seem to be ever ready for the adventure ahead. I could tell how thrilled they are with the thought of taking Kylian and the other rogues down. "Looks like a storm is brewing," one of my warriors, Caleb, shouted above the rising wind.I nodded, scanning the sky. "Let's find shelter. We don't want to get caught in this storm."I made them drive all the cars towards a small cave some distance away. That should shelter us from the angry storm that seems to tear away the peace from the cool evening. As we stepped down from the car, the wind howled harder, and the rain lashed down, soaking us to the bone. We huddled together towards the
Ava's POV I walked down the corridor, my heart heavy with concern. I had been thinking about Marietta nonstop since her interrogation. I couldn't believe her involvement in the prison event, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Marietta has always been a friend to me. She was one of the very few people who had welcomed me to this pack. She was one of the few people who made me feel confident about myself in this huge pack. She was a meek and humble lady, the kind of person who believes that everyone deserves to be treated with respect—irrespective of their position in the pack, Marietta was that and more. So, I know within me I needed to find out what has changed? Or had she been putting up a front all the time I have known her? I shook my head in doubt and then I shifted my gaze towards the prison environment. As I approached the prison cells, I saw the guards standing outside. I could recognize one of them from the last time I was here in the prison. He