LOGINWe spent the last couple of hours examining, documenting, and going through tests with the doctors and scientists. We were not able to find out what this animal was or how it infects people without attacking them. But the good news is, we were able to find a temporary solution to the problem. We can’t find a cure yet, not until we know exactly what we are dealing with. But using our abilities and the knowledge of the scientists, we were able to create a vaccine that can slow down the process. It wasn’t easy. Atlas is completely drained because we had to use his scent to create the temporary medicines and vaccines while still searching for how it happened. I’m happy, excited even, that the people are in the process of recovering. Lucy and Rhett are outside creating a strong shield that will wade off the dark energy and fog, and at the same time prevent the infection from ever coming in again. But still, my heart is aching. I’ve always been curious about what my wolf is. I’ve
His scent fills the air, wrapping around me like a warm blanket on a cold night. I feel closer to him than I’ve ever felt. My eyes snap open. “You’re awake!” Rhett exclaims, smiling. My eyes land on the man holding my hand, and they pop open wider in surprise. “Uh… w-what happened to me?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t understand why Atlas is sitting beside me on the bed, holding my hand as his scent covers me. I feel it deeply in my core—his touch is extracting something from me, and his scent is healing me. “You passed out,” Rhett says. “Why are you holding my hand?” I ask, acting like I don’t like it. No, not like I like it in that sense. What I mean is, his touch, even through with the protective gloves, is soothing and healing. “I’m extracting the infection,” he says, letting go of my hand. “Son—” “No, Father,” Atlas cuts him off. “She is good enough. I don’t need to get everything out of her. I warned her anyway.” Oh. S
The smell, the strong odour of the infection clings to the air. I glance around, and every living thing is drying up. The plants, the trees, the grass… even the animals are infected. They sit still, shivering slightly, weak and almost dead. We walk through the quiet village, covered in a dark fog. My heart aches for the people. It’s horrible how this unknown infection has crippled this small village. And I can’t stop thinking, can’t stop wondering how it spread so quickly. How it even happened in the first place. Rhett, Adam, and the others are inside the protective shield. We slip into ours before approaching them. “Father!” Atlas almost exclaims, his eyes lighting up. “My champ!” Rhett growls, pulling him into his arms. The embrace is short and brief. I want to turn away, to give the cold Alpha space to be affectionate with his father. The only good thing about Atlas is that no matter how cold and heartless he is, he still loves his parents. I can imagine that. My
“What are you doing here?” Atlas asks, raising a brow as he pushes his plate aside. I glance at the table and almost laugh. How did he finish all that food so quickly? Like a beast starved for years. “The Alpha asked you to meet him in the lab,” Lance says, smirking. “I know,” I mutter, stepping forward. “There’s no time to waste. We need to get to work.” “We?” The word comes out of Atlas in a low growl. I sigh, my voice filled with frustration. “Atlas, we’re doing this together. And there’s no time.” He growls again, visibly enraged. No one dares call him by his first name except his parents. But I do and because I know he hates it. “I can feel their pain,” my voice cracks as I snatch the documents off the table. Their eyes widen, not in disbelief but in annoyance. I guess they’re getting used to me. “What do you mean you can feel their pain?” Lance asks, brows furrowed. “The villagers,” I say, scanning the papers. “I can feel how it eats them alive. Their agony,
The ground answers me the moment I set foot on our lands. The breeze carries familiar scents… this is home. There’s nowhere better than our world. But something is wrong. A strong, heavy scent fills the air, clinging strongly. My brows pinch as I rush into the pack house. “It’s the same scent that filled the forest when I found that man,” Silver says, hurrying after me, her eyes wide with horror. I stop in my tracks. “What are you talking about?” I demand firmly. “I think someone is in danger!” she cries, panic covering in her gaze. “Atlas!” Mother’s voice breaks through, and she rushes to me. I pull her into my arms, holding her tight. “I missed you so much, Mother,” I whisper as she presses soft kisses to my face. “What’s wrong? You don’t look well.” She swallows hard. “Son, I missed you more.” “How’s Father? Where is he?” I ask quickly, confusion tightening my brows. “They left for the nearby village. There’s a terrible infection… it’s killing everyone rapidly.”
Am I supposed to be feeling this way? Satisfied. Glad. Protected. I shake my head, brushing away the thoughts. This is Atlas Lawson—the most heartless man you could ever meet. He doesn’t possess the ability to care about anyone. So why would he take down three men simply because they harassed me? He had a choice. He could have ignored it, acted like he didn’t care, and left me to handle them myself. Or he could have easily scared them off. But no. He made them kill each other. For me. “Stop thinking too much about it,” he says curtly, dropping onto the couch. “What? I shouldn’t think about it?” I almost let out a dry and butter laugh. “You killed three men!” “What?” Lance’s eyes snap open, mouth wide in disbelief as he jumps to his feet. “What the heck happened?” He blinks away sleep, staring at us. “Ask your Alpha!” I snap, my voice tight. “What if the police come for us? We were supposed to lay low. If they find out—” Atlas cuts me a glare so sharp it nearly steals
My heart thuds wildly. Freya’s scream breaks the silence.“Shut up!” One of them steps closer, gun raised. “If you make any noise, I’ll shoot you!”We cling to each other, sobbing under our breaths.“Now be a good girl and bring out all your money!” His voice is hot with anger. “Do not waste my tim
~Rhett~I didn’t wake up on the right side of the bed this morning.I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s the damn curse. But I woke up with a weight in my chest, a gnawing certainty that something bad was going to happen today. It feels as if someone dear to me is in danger. My body hums with anxiety for
“Congratulations, Miss Lucy. You’re pregnant.”While others might welcome such news with joy, I broke down in tears right there in the doctor’s office. At first she thought I was overwhelmed with happiness. She kept assuring me everything was fine, that the baby was healthy and I was healthy. But t
~Author's POV~Earlier that night, this is what had happened to the Crescent Moon Pack.They had gathered for their nightly cleansing ritual. For decades, it had been the only shield against the shadows of the evil spirit—a fragile defense that kept their pups from dying before their first shift, a







