LOGINMarilyn’s POV The first thing I felt when I woke up was calm, not fear, not pain, just calm. It wrapped around me like a soft blanket, gentle and unfamiliar after everything I had been through. Then came the dull ache. A slight pain at the back of my head, a reminder that i wasn’t dreaming. Slowly, I opened my eyes and the ceiling came into view. I was in my room and my home safe and sound. I exhaled softly, my fingers curling into the sheets beneath me as I let that reality sink in. I was alive and I was here. And for the first time in what felt like forever… There was no chaos chasing me. No screams, no darkness, just silence. My gaze shifted toward the door when I heard low muffled voices. That was when I saw them, Liam and the pack doctor. They stood close to the door, speaking in hushed tones, too focused on whatever conversation they were having to notice that I was awake. Carefully, I pushed myself up. My body felt lighter than it had in days, though still weak.
Marilyn’s POV The noise woke me before the light did.There were shouts and cries, voices layered over each other in a chaotic hum.My eyes snapped open. For a second, I didn’t know where I was.Then the ceiling came into view. I was in my room, our room, safe and sound.But the noise outside, It wasn’t normal.I pushed myself up slowly, wincing slightly as my body protested. The memories of pain hadn’t fully left yet, and neither had the weakness.I turned to Liam’s side of the bed. It was empty and cold. My brows furrowed. He had been gone for a while.The noise grew louder. Curiosity and something else pulled me forward.I grabbed a shawl and wrapped it around myself before stepping onto the balcony.The sight below made my breath hitch.The entire pack had gathered. A sea of bodies filled the courtyard, voices buzzing with anticipation.At the center, and on the steps stood Liam and beside him, stood Rowan.And before them…Helena.She was on her knees, bound in chains, her head l
Marilyn’s POV At bloodmoon,the night air was calm, cool, and peaceful. A sharp contrast to everything I had just lived through in the hands of the rogues.I stood on the balcony, the soft fabric of my lingerie brushing against my skin as the moonlight bathed everything in a silver glow. For a moment, I simply stood there, breathing it in.Freedom, safety, and life My phone was pressed to my ear.“Marilyn, I swear, you scared me to death!”I smiled faintly at Caroline’s voice.“I’m fine now,” I said softly.“You better be,” she snapped, though I could hear the relief beneath her tone. “Do you even realize what you put everyone through?”“I know…” I murmured.There was a pause. Then her voice softened.“I’m just glad you’re back.”I leaned slightly against the railing, staring out into the darkness beyond the pack grounds.“Me too.”We talked for a while longer. About everything, the rescue, the girls and the horror of it all.But one name never came up.It was Helena.It lingered in
Marilyn’s POV The first thing I saw… was the ceiling. It was familiar, still, and unmoving.For a long moment, I just stared at it, my mind struggling to catch up with my body. Everything felt distant like I was floating between two worlds.Was I still there? In that place?The smell wasn’t here. No rot, no damp earth, no screams, Just… calm.My breathing slowed slightly.Was it a dream? A terrible, twisted dream my mind had conjured?My fingers twitched against the sheets beneath me. Soft. Clean. Warm.Nothing like the cold stone I remembered.Then……“Marilyn…”My heart skipped. That voice? I turned my head slowly and there he was.Liam.Relief crashed into me so hard it almost hurt.He was sitting beside me, his eyes fixed on me, soft, warm, but filled with something deeper. Something that made my chest tighten.His hand reached out, brushing gently against my forehead.“You’re awake…” His voice was quiet and careful like I might disappear again if he spoke too loudly.I swallowed
Liam’s POV The rogue screamed.His voice tore through the forest, echoing against the trees as he thrashed against the warriors holding him down.I stood in front of him, chest rising and falling heavily, my hands stained with blood, his blood.My vision burned red.“Where is she?” I growled.He spat blood to the side, coughing.“I don’t know.”My fist connected with his jaw before he could finish.A sickening crack followed.“Wrong answer.”“Liam…” Rowan’s voice cut in sharply, but I barely heard him.All I could see was Marilyn. Her face, her fear, her pain.“They used silver on her,” I muttered, my voice shaking with barely restrained rage.The rogue flinched.Good.“Where. Is. She.” I roared.I grabbed him by the collar, dragging him closer, my claws threatening to break through my skin.Rowan stepped forward, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.“Liam.”“Don’t,” I snapped.“We need him alive.”“I don’t care.”“You will,” Rowan said firmly. “If he’s the only way to her.”That stop
Liam’s POV I watched as both crimson pack warriors and bloodmoon warriors marched side by side towards the outskirts of the pack with i leading them. Anger and pain were boldly written on my face as I clenched my fists. I had sworn that I’d not return with or without my warriors unless Marilyn was found. With Rowan barking orders, we headed out into the forest. As darkness took over, we all shifted into our wolves, so we could see well and smell well. Just a few miles away, I caught scent of a rogue. “Rowan i pick a scent.” I said to Rowan who looked confused.Without thinking, my black wolf dashed into the bushes, running after a rogue bearing a sack with food. The rogue was taken unaware, and fell flat on his face while i pinned him to the earth. Just in time, the others arrived. “Alpha.” Rowan muttered, looking down at the rogue and his sack of supplies.Smiling satisfactorily, I snapped one of his arm with a loud crack, and watched as he winced in pain. I just wanted him t
Marilyn’s POV The walk back to the pack house was tense. No one spoke at first, but the air between us felt heavy, charged with everything that had almost gone wrong. Liam broke the silence. “What were you thinking?” he snapped, his voice sharp as he turned to Helena. “You allowed her to challe
Marilyn’s POVI woke before dawn with my heart racing, my sheets damp beneath my palms.Something was wrong.Not the kind of wrong that came from bad dreams or restless sleep, but the kind that crawled beneath my skin and refused to be ignored. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, pacing as if trapp
Marilyn’s POV The moment Selene and her minions stood from their table, Caroline grabbed my wrist. “Now,” she whispered. We slipped out of the dining hall as quietly as we could, hearts racing as we hurried down the corridor toward Caroline’s room. My thoughts were tangled, my emotions heavier t
Marilyn’s POV The morning air was crisp, filled with the sounds of paws hitting dirt and voices barking commands. Rowan had come to whisk Liam away before dawn, leaving me to myself. I stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching the pups stumble through their drills, some too eager, some







