LOGINWe had spent a little over an hour shopping and preparing for the party, completely forgetting we needed invitation cards to gain access. We don’t have time to forge the cards. But that won’t stop us. We decided to use our powers to gain entry—not just into the party, but into their minds. It’s the only way our job will be easier. Lucy will have to forgive us. We promise to be careful. The party is buzzing with activity. Laughter and excited murmurs fill the room. Some are busy taking pictures, making videos, while others drink and kiss in corners. Even though they all know each other, except us, I doubt they’ll suspect a thing. Our outfits follow the theme perfectly. I look at them, using my ability to see through their facades. It’s fascinating how humans hide under makeup and smiles. We werewolves aren’t transparent or perfect, but we live simple, straightforward lives. Here, everything is chaos. I’m not surprised. Atlas and Lance are sitting together, sipping drinks,
“Hyera…” A low, guttural, beastly voice growls, snapping me out of sleep. My chest rises and falls as my eyes scan the room. Whose voice is that? Why does it keep echoing in my head every morning? And it never feels like a dream. It feels real—like the voice is calling me. But I don’t know how to respond. “Hmmm.” I take a deep breath as I jump down from the bed. I don’t know what we’re supposed to be doing today. Atlas never tells me anything. He doesn’t even allow me near him, so there’s no way I can hear their discussions. But it’s okay. I shrug, walking to the bathroom. Lucy assured me everything will be fine—that he’ll eventually accept me. That’s why I’m doing everything I can to help them. Trying my very best to show him I’m worthy of his attention, though he’s impossibly difficult to please. Another Alpha would gladly take me in because of my ability. They’d want to be part of my journey to reclaiming my voice and becoming great. But not Atlas Lawson. Nothing fasc
~Hyera~Adam just filled Atlas in with updates about what has been happening since we left. They’ve not been able to discover what creature killed the human, or how it even happened. So far, there’s been no progress in finding another human or any connection to the traitor. I think about this enemy and wonder why he would want humans to hunt us. Why expose our world to those who would desire nothing but to take it over? “Hm,” Lance clears his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. We had just finished dinner. I was so lost in the haze of my imagination that I didn’t realize I was tapping the spoon against the plate, making a noise. Atlas glares at me with those sharp, cold eyes. That’s all he gives me. Sometimes I wonder if he feels anything else at all. I wonder why he hates me so much—but then I remember. He’s the heartless Alpha. He doesn’t have the ability to love anyone, to care for anyone, or even consider your feelings before he goes around smug, throwing dagger lo
The disorder in the human world is unmistakable. The air is wrong and too sharp. All kinds of scents are stacked on top of each other with no order. Nothing is clean, nothing tells a story. The ground feels dead. No emotions, no memory, no room… only emptiness. The noise is constant and overwhelming. Machines growl, voices blur together. People move too close, yet never hold eye contact. This place is not hostile—it’s careless. And how my father survived over a decade among them baffles me. “Welcome to the estate, Mr. and Mrs. Lawson,” the man says, grinning as he extends his hand for a shake. “Thank you very much,” Lance chuckles awkwardly, taking the man’s hand. “My brother doesn’t like to shake,” he adds when the man stares at me for too long. “Oh… okay,” the man chuckles, shaking Lance’s hand instead. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” “Surely!” Silver beams, rushing into the apartment. The human was Lucas John. He comes from a wealthy background—his father owns this es
It’s been seventy-two hours since we found the human body. The investigation has been relentless, yet we still have no answers. The other packs are also doing their best to track this enemy and any other humans who may be here, but the search feels like looking for a needle in a haystack. “Fuck,” I murmur, dropping into my chair. I need my father right now, but he’s still recovering. He’s been in a deep sleep while his core heals, unaware of what’s been happening. Security has been tightened across all packs and surrounding areas, yet we can’t find a single clue that leads us to the traitor. Whoever it is must despise our kind. Humans are a plague to us—everyone knows how dangerous they are. No amount of hate or anger should drive someone to work with them to destroy our world. Who then could do this? Who amongst us could hate our existence to this point? “That’s it! I got it!” Silver exclaims, dragging me out of my thoughts. I take a deep breath, already sick of her ram
Human? A human in our world? The stranger Silver found in the forest is not our kind. He’s not even close to being one of us. He’s a damn human. “How did a human find its way into our world? That’s impossible!” I murmur, tapping my finger on the table. I look at the pack leaders. They are still in disbelief, and behind that stunned look is fear. Not fear of the human—but of how the human got here in the first place. “Alpha!” Adam’s voice breaks the silence as he walks in, his face tired. “Any update?” I ask, my eyes narrowing. It’s been hours since Adam and the pack doctors have been trying to figure out what killed the human man, but we still don’t have answers. He lets out a frustrated sigh. “No,” he shakes his head. “We can’t tell what happened to him.” “How about Lance, is he back?” “No,” he says. “Your wife is outside, Alpha. She’s interrupting us.” My jaw clenches. That girl. “Let her in,” I say firmly. “Hello, Alpha,” she bows mockingly, then turns to th
~Lucy~ “Ragna, why the fuck didn’t you tell me you’re a white wolf?” I snap, heat rising in my chest. “I’ve read so many tales about them… I even wished you were one. But you didn’t care to tell me?” She shrugs weakly. “Well… now you know.” “Oh?” I shoot her a pointed look. “What else are you
Magnus’s heart sinks. Heat rushing through him. He knows what he did. Every life lost tonight… it’s on him. Vesper couldn’t have done this without his help. “W… what are you talking about?” he stammers, lips trembling. “You brought the Uhmbrayth,” Kai growls, voice rising. “You gave it to her!
“What the fuck is going on here?” Olia shouts, eyes wide with disbelief. He glances over his shoulder, Kai is standing still, chest rising and falling, eyes locked in shock. “Alpha, what’s wrong?” Olia presses, snapping him out of it. “It seems they’re under attack—we have to help them!” Without
Seeing him like this is making my heart suffer. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's the mate bond… but I hate seeing Rhett like this. I can't wait for him to wake up so we can finally talk about other things. I have to break the promise I made to Magnus — the one about not staying more than twenty-four







