MasukI lounged on the balcony of my father’s mansion, phone in hand, lips curling into a slow, venomous smile. The whisper had reached me through the pack’s ever-efficient grapevine Cole had found her. He had found my rival. Ella. Or should I say Elara, as she had reinvented herself. Now she’s returned, striding back into Cole’s orbit with that cold, polished confidence she must’ve acquired while playing doctor in the city.It was really pathetic, that she would think she could waltz back without beating any consequences.My fingers tapped against my phone, my mind racing with the kind of precision that only years of calculation and control would be able to create. Cole is vulnerable now and the pack has gotten restless. After years of manipulation and frustration in trying to get my rightful place, now was the perfect time to strike. Everything is already aligned beautifully for me.I dialed the contact of one of my loyal follower, he’s someone who had always leaned my way when it came to
The hum of the clinic faded into nothing, dissolving into a dull blur at the edge of my awareness. I straightened the charts on my desk, my hands moving with mechanical precision. Every motion that I take was a deliberate act, it was calculated because I know that the moment I let myself slip, my emotions would claw from beneath my skin and it find their way to the surface. Cole had walked in with so much emotion emoting from him, he was pleasing but I refuse to listen to his pleas. For the past eight years, I had been able to forge an armor that’s been able to protect the life I had successfully built without him.But as I turned to return back to my work, I could still feel the hollow ache in my chest. I hated the fact that the bond was still present, I hated that a part of me still remembered the man who had at a point in time been my entire world and had successfully shattered it.I drew in a deep breath, trying to slow the frantic rhythm of my heart. The staff moved around me, b
The clinic smelled of antiseptic and determination, yet it still felt suffocating to Cole, it felt like the air itself was conspiring to remind him of everything he had lost. He had stepped inside hoping to get a chance, but the mere sight of her, all composed and untouchable was enough to steal his breath away.Ella. Now Elara, but she’s still the same girl who had haunted his thoughts for eight long years. Her eyes, though sharp and cold, pinned him in place as if she could see through him, past every apology, every excuse, every justification he had rehearsed on his way coming, in the taxi, on the streets outside.“I… I know I’m not deserving of your forgiveness,”he began, voice thick with emotion, faltering on each word. His hands, which are always steady on a norm and commanding as an alpha, trembled slightly at his sides. “But I… I still need to try my best. There is something I need to tell you… I truly I’m sorry. I know I failed you. I—God, I know I failed you even in words th
The soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the clinic, mingled with the low murmur of patients and staff. Ella moved with practiced efficiency, her hands steady as she adjusted an IV line and guided a nervous patient through the steps of treatment. The rhythm of her work had become a comfort, a fortress against the memories she had tried so hard to leave behind.And then she saw him.Cole.Like a thunderclap, the sight hit her hard. As her breath caught in her throat, her pulse spiked up. He stood near the entrance, hands in his pockets, while he scanned all around the room and when her eyes finally met his, the air seemed to freeze. Eight years had gone by and yet the pull of recognition still tugged through her. The ghost of their bond prickled at her nerves. Demanding for the attention she demanding refused to give.Ella straightened, forcing her shoulders back, chest lifted, and took a measured step toward him, masking the storm brewing within her. Her blue-gray eyes, that had once
The city is nothing like the forests I knew, it’s has nothing in common with Silver Claw Pack territory that I now rule, it felt nothing like the world where every scent, every shadow, every whisper felt familiar. And despite me feeling uncomfortable, I am here stepping carefully through the busy streets, each footsteps heavy with anticipation and unease.I'd heard news of her life, information of what she’s been able to accomplish all by herself. But being able to see all of this in reality is something that is something entirely different.---The clinic stands modest but impressive, its glass doors reflecting the late-afternoon sun. As I step inside I could smell the scent of the antiseptic around, I could hear the low hum of activity going all around. And then I finally see her.She moves with so much precision, efficiency, and confidence. Every gesture that she makes is deliberate, every word measured. The nameplate on the desk reads Dr. Elara Vance. My heart slams in my chest.
Cole’s POVEight years.It’s been eight years since Ella left the pack.Eight years since she cut the bond.Eight years since Cole lost the only person who ever made him want to be better.Eight years since Victor died.And still, Cole hasn’t gotten used to not hearing his father’s voice. He woke every morning expecting to hear his father’s voice, his deep, commanding voice that’s laced with the certainty that tomorrow would bend to his will.But still the house stayed silent.However, the pack never quiet down. At dawn, voices rose outside his cabin. He could hear their arguments, snarls and also the restless shuffles of wolves being divided. Like rot, Sasha’s influence has grown, at first it remained subtle, then it got bold and now it’s just brazen. She whispered in the eyes of elders, manipulated young wolves, and stirred fear like it was her birthright.Cole stepped out onto his porch, rubbing tired hands over his face. “What has happened now?”Tyler met him at the steps, chee







