ANMELDENAVELINE'S POVAt first, I blamed the exhaustion I experienced in the days following our return to the pack house on everything that had happened in the Wilds.It made sense, at least at first. I had barely slept during the time I spent with Nereth there that afternoon, and even after returning to the pack house, my mind refused to settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the creatures, the arrow buried in Nereth's chest, the look in his eyes when Sirus pulled me away from him. I told myself that my body was simply paying the price for everything it had endured.Then came the hunger.It wasn't ordinary hunger. It arrived suddenly and fiercely, leaving me feeling hollow no matter how much I ate. I could finish breakfast and feel hungry again before midday, then eat lunch only to find my stomach empty barely an hour later. Sometimes I ate until I felt uncomfortably full, only for the emptiness to return soon afterward.It was as though there was a space inside me that food could
AVELINE'S POVIt took me longer than it should have to register Sirus's next words.“Who is he?”I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, Stephen spoke from behind me.“Nereth.”Sirus's jaw tightened. “Nereth what?”Stephen didn't answer. He didn't know.Sirus's gaze returned to me, and I hesitated because only then did I realize something that made my stomach twist. I didn't know either. I didn't know his surname. I didn't know where he came from, what he truly was, or what secrets he had buried beneath that calm exterior. I only knew the name he had given me, the name I'd repeated so many times in my head that it felt strange to realize how little I actually knew about the man behind it.“Nereth,” I repeated quietly.The name sounded different now.Less like a name belonging to the man I'd spent the last two months falling for and more like a piece of evidence I had no idea how to explain.Sirus studied my face for a moment, and something in his expression changed. His eyes nar
AVELINE'S POV “What?” I asked, frowning. “I've tried.” He swallowed, his gaze drifting somewhere beyond me. “More times than I can count. I've tried to leave this place more times than I have in the last hundred years.” My breath caught. “Hundred years?” His eyes returned to mine, and something about the way he looked at me made me realize he hadn't misspoken. But before I could ask, he continued. “Every time I thought I could. Every time I convinced myself that perhaps this time would be different.” His voice dropped. “It never was.” I stared at him. “Then we'll figure it out.” “Its not that easy.” “You say that because you've given up” I said, desperate. “I wouldn't.” A faint, almost sorrowful smile touched his lips. “You have no idea what choosing me will cost you.” “Then let me decide if I'm willing to pay the price.” His expression tightened. “You say that now.” He shook his head. “There will come a time when you're tired of this isolati
AVELINE'S POVFor several seconds, Nereth said nothing.He shook his head again, but I kept my palm against his cheek, unwilling to let him look away from me.“Nereth...” I tried again when he didn't say anything.“I know,” he cut me off before I could say more.“You know what?”“I know you are willing to listen.”His voice was barely audible.“That is what makes this so much harder,” he said as he gently took my wrist and lowered my hand.I couldn't help the overwhelming wave of pain that coursed through me at the gesture, and I had to blink several times to stop my eyes from making the situation even more embarrassing than it already was.It was such a small thing.His hand around my wrist.The quiet removal of my palm from his cheek.The deliberate distance he created between us.Yet somehow, it hurt more than if he'd simply shouted at me.“I can't do this to you, Aveline.”For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.The silence around us seemed to grow heavier. Stephen remained quiet
AVELINE'S POVFor years, I'd look back on the events that followed Nereth's words and think...Could it have gone any differently?And I had concluded, after much deliberation, that it couldn't have.For you see, somewhere between the moment I'd left him at the ruins and the moment he'd found me with Stephen, Nereth had already decided that a life with me was too tragic an existence to subject me to.I, on the other hand, was absolutely certain I was in love with this man and couldn't fathom, for the life of me, why he was stepping back. Why he was pushing me away.I concluded it couldn't possibly be for my protection because it was quite obvious by then that Nereth had some sort of power over these creatures, and that was why my safety over the last two months had been guaranteed.It couldn't be because he didn't love me either, because I was also convinced that he was in love with me just as I was with him. I couldn't see any plausible reason for his behaviour that I hadn't already
AVELINE'S POV I didn't find Stephen. Not at first. Guilt, fear, and grief gnawed relentlessly at my insides as I searched the forest. When I returned to the ruins where I'd left Nereth earlier, I found nothing but moonlight spilling across broken stone. The place was empty, the crumbling pillars standing like silent sentinels around the abandoned chamber. I turned slowly in a full circle. “Nereth?” Only silence answered. A strange ache settled in my chest. I hadn't truly expected him to still be there after everything that had happened. Still... Part of me had hoped. Nereth had a whole lot of explaining to do. There were so many things I needed answers to, and he seemed to be the only person who could provide them. I was beyond confused, surprisingly lost, and quite frankly afraid. I drew in a slow breath and forced myself to think. Finding Nereth would make finding Stephen easier. I was almost certain of that now. He had known my sister had entered the Wilds before eith
The Festival of the Blue Moon is fast approaching, and suddenly everyone is a merchant, selling trinkets, beverages, treats, and practically anything that has a price tag. Mom and Dad set up a stall every year. However, they are usually too busy to manage it, being the Beta pair and all. Talia and
I open the window, sliding one foot over, then another. My feet land lightly on the carpet, and I smile at the sheer perfection of the action. The lights flick on. I gulp. Talia stands by the switch, arms crossed, her face set in that “I caught you and you’re in trouble” look. Despite the
I startle at the sound of leaves crunching under boots. “Who’s there?” “Mia? Is that you?” I turn to find Cole picking his way toward me. “Cole,” I breathe. “How did you—” “I had a feeling they were going to come for you after what you did.” He finally reaches where I’m leaning against a t
My screams does not deter him. Oh no. “Don’t—” I start. He lunges again. Below me, the group spreads out in a perfect semicircle. Waiting. “Catch her,” I recall Damon’s words. He plans to force me out if this tree, I realize. Panic claws at my lungs as I adjust myself on the branches so I c







