« CLARA » With the help of the rogue nurses, I am being carefully placed into a wheelchair. Ravenanna has suggested we take the car, which would be the fastest way to get to the pack house, but instead, I tell her I want a small walk. Since I cannot make use of my legs yet, a wheelchair is provided for me. Standing behind me, Ravenanna grips the handles firmly and she leans down to my face, her voice whispering softly to my ear. "Ready?""Hm," I bob my head at her, and then we begin our slow journey out of the pack hospital. The moment we reach outside, the cool air hits my face, and despite feeling weak, I can't help but breathe in appreciatively. It feels so good to be out of the confinement of the hospital. Also, since I was a child, I hated the smell of sterile, medicines, and everything else that comes with it. As enjoy our leisurely walk, I can't help but notice how completely different this whole place is from any pack I have ever seen. What made me even more surprised w
« CLARA » The air in the corridor of the pack house becomes thick with tension. "Shantel, why don't you mind your business and leave this place," Ravenanna snaps at her, stepping forward in front of me. Seeing her defending me, I feel a wave of gratitude toward my best friend, but the situation seems to be spiraling out of control as Shantel scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s standing a few feet away from me, her gleaming green gaze settling on me, and her lips curling into a sneer. "Ravenanna, are you openly going against me because of this evil wolf?" she spits, her eyes narrowing on me. I stiffen, hearing her directly calling me an ‘evil Wolf’ causes a chill to run down my spine. Surely, the news about who I truly was was beginning to spread so fast like wildfire in the Rogue pack. If not, how did she know? "Stop, Shantel!" Ravenanna's voice cuts through my thoughts, and she snaps angrily at her. "I know Clara, she's not an evil wolf, so stop spreading rumors."
«CLARA» I lower my head, visibly relieved that it has all ended.Ravenanna limps over to me, her arm still pressing against her wound. "Are you okay?" she asks, concern softening her face."I should be the one asking you that," I reply softly, reaching out to touch her arm. "Rav, you got hurt because of me, I beg you not to ever do it again.""Clara, Shantel is a bitch!" She snaps, still fuming. "I won’t stand by and let her or anyone talk about you like that."I sigh. "Thank you, Rav. But I need to figure this out on my own. If staying here puts the people in danger or makes enemies within it, I’ll leave. I won’t let anyone get hurt because of me, I'm not worth it."Ravenanna grounds her teeth but doesn’t argue further with me. Instead, she nears me, careful not to jostle her injury. "Come on, let's get you settled in."I nod but before leaving, I turn my wheelchair and face Brandon. "If you don't mind, could you please bring the first aid box for me?""Of course, I don't mind," Bra
«CLARA» The silence in the room is deafening. Staring down at the book, my hands tremble I brush my thumb over the drawing on the page. It's the drawing of a crescent red moon, the very mark that has defined my fate for as long as I can remember.Traveling my eyes downward beneath the drawing, I carefully read every word written below, each one seeping deep into my chest.Years ago, before the arrival of the next generation, a prophecy foretold the coming of a special child born under the red Moon. She's born of true selflessness and love and would possess a unique power capable of uniting and strengthening all the werewolf packs. She shall bear the crescent red moon mark on her arm. Not everyone will have it, as the mark is rare, special, and powerful.Wait… what?I gasp, shocked, my heart pounding so hard I think it might burst out of my chest.My breath hitches as I reread the words, trying to make sense of them. Could it be true?“This…” I trail off, murmuring to myself, shak
« ADRIAN »Tonight is the annual pack celebration, a grand event that brings together alphas and their packs from across the countries.The cool evening air brushes against my face as I walk toward the Pack Hall with long strides, one hand in my pocket and the other absently scrolling through my phone. As I approach the entrance, the pack guards bow deeply at me. I pocket my phone and nod at them before stepping inside.The grand hall is alive with music and laughter. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm glow that reflects off the polished floors and glittering decorations.The moment I enter, the chatter dies down, and all eyes turn to me. One by one, they stop what they’re doing and bow, showing their respect to me… the Alpha King.My black tailored suit and towering build make me stand out among the crowd. I exude authority as I move through the hall, exchanging brief pleasantries with other alphas. My senses are sharp, picking up every sound and movement around me.
« THIRD’s POV »Ophelia slips back into the bustling grand Hall, her eyes searching for Adrian, but she can't find him.Earlier, she had expected him to run after her when she deliberately ran away. She wanted Adrian him to chase after her. But he didn't. Disappointment rises in her chest.For once, she had believed that their relationship had improved. Or was it all her illusion? Does Adrian still think about Clara?Ophelia's eyes turn cold at the thought of it. Just then, she catches sight of her mother walking towards her from across the hall. Tiara reaches her daughter, her eyes full of concern. “Ophelia, where have you been?”With a flick of her wrist, Ophelia quickly wipes away any signs of distress from her face. She doesn’t want her mother, or the guests, to notice anything out of the ordinary. “Nothing, Mother,” she replies with a forced smile.Tiara sighs and begins to redo Ophelia’s hair. “Your father and I have been looking for you. Where is Adrian?” she asks, her ey
« CLARA »Days pass, and I am finally getting better. My legs have healed, and I no longer need the wheelchair. It feels good to stand on my own again, to walk without help. Savanna and Ravenanna have been by my side through it all, making sure I recover well. They never leave me alone, always making sure I eat, rest, and heal properly. I am grateful to have them. Without them, I wasn’t sure how I would get through this.Now, I am in the rogue pack’s library, surrounded by books loaded up high on the wooden table in front of me. I have been coming here every day since I learned the truth about the crescent moon mark on my arm. Everything I had been told, everything I had suffered for a month now, was built on lies. I wasn't the evil Wolf but someone else was. But that is not enough. Although I'm getting closer to the truth, I could sense there was more to the story, I can feel it in my bones. For some reason, I’m curious to know who she is and I'm bent on finding out. I narrow
« THIRD POV »After Ravenanna was out, neither of them spoke and silence filled the office. Clara’s palms became sweaty, and her mind couldn’t stop wondering what kind of man had saved her that fateful night. The stories she’d heard painted this man in front of her as a cold-hearted monster, yet he had shown her mercy by saving her life when she needed it most.But could he be any more ruthless than Adrian Blackwater?Impossible. Adrian was known to be the most inhumane and ill-tempered man to ever walk on earth. His fame as the King Of Wolves wasn't for decoration. “How have you been faring?” Lusaka finally asked, looking at the woman in front of him but this time, his voice was surprisingly softer than before.Clara blinked, caught off guard by the gentlemanliness in his tone. Had she heard correctly? The same man who exuded dominance and cold authority just now sounded… gentle? Gone was his coldness, now he suddenly appeared approachable. Does he have a double personality di
«CLARA POV»The morning air was heavy with smoke and the smell of blood. I stood on the broken podium, looking at the crowd. The whole pack was there—rogues and freeborn wolves mixed together. Last night’s battle had left scars—deep ones. It had left the in place in ruins. Buildings were burned. Walls had crumbled. Warriors limped. Pack members in silence. But we were still standing. In the middle of it all, a stage had been set.The whole pack was gathered now, standing in front of the stage. Men, women, children… all with tired eyes. Some held each other. Others stood alone. But every face turned toward me.I stood on the podium, my heart racing inside my chest. My fingers were cold, even though the sun was shining. Lusaka stood on my left. Adrian stood on my right. I could feel their quiet strength behind me.I took a deep breath and stepped forward.My boots clicked softly against the wood as I reached the edge. I glanced down at the crowd who once called me the cursed Wolf. S
«CLARA POV»The morning air was heavy with smoke and the smell of blood. I stood on the broken podium, looking at the crowd. The whole pack was there—rogues and freeborn wolves mixed together. Last night’s battle had left scars—deep ones. It had left the in place in ruins. Buildings were burned. Walls had crumbled. Warriors limped. Pack members in silence. But we were still standing. In the middle of it all, a stage had been set.The whole pack was gathered now, standing in front of the stage. Men, women, children… all with tired eyes. Some held each other. Others stood alone. But every face turned toward me.I stood on the podium, my heart racing inside my chest. My fingers were cold, even though the sun was shining. Lusaka stood on my left. Adrian stood on my right. I could feel their quiet strength behind me.I took a deep breath and stepped forward.My boots clicked softly against the wood as I reached the edge. I glanced down at the crowd who once called me the cursed Wolf. S
«CLARA’s POV»I held my breath.The figure stepped out from the shadows of the trees… and then another.My heart skipped. It was Lusaka and Ravenanna.The air froze. For a moment, no one said a word.The silence was loud.Lusaka’s eyes blinked in confusion. Ravenanna’s mouth was wide open, like she had seen something shocking. "Clara… y-you… Adrian…” Only then did I realize how close I was to Adrian. My hands were still on his back. My body pressed against his.It looked... wrong.I hurriedly stepped away as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t. I pulled away fast, my face burning with heat. Then walked quickly to Lusaka’s side.“It’s not what it you think, Lusaka,” I quickly try to explain, my words stumbling out. “W-we were just talking, that’s all.”Ravenanna glance between me and Adrian, still quiet, and suspicious. Lusaka suddenly chuckled, not what I had expected. The Rogue King was a jealous freak, no difference from Adrian. I had imagined he would explode or star
«CLARA’s POV»Adrian didn’t say a word, he simply just held my hand. And, I didn’t stop him.I know I should have pulled away. I should’ve reminded him of the distance we needed. He has a Luna, and I have a husband. Plus, I also wanted to remind him of the cruel way he rejected me. But right now, none of that mattered. His hand was warm. It felt real. Steady. And a little broken, just like me.We kept walking.Past the building, past the gardens, then deeper into the woods.I didn’t know where he was taking me. I was quiet at first, but the farther we walked, the darker it got, and the more unsure I became.“Adrian…” I finally spoke up, glancing around at the tall trees and thick shadows. “Where are we going?”The alpha king didn’t stop walking. He didn’t look at me either but he let out a low laugh. “Now you're scared, huh? Don't worry, You’ll see,” he told me. “Just wait until we get there.”I frowned, unsure if I should be scared or curious. Maybe both. We kept going. The woods
«CLARA’s POV»I ran into the pack mansion, ignoring the way my heart thudded in my chest like it wanted to break free. My boots echoed loudly against the staircases, each step rushed, each breath tight.“Adrian!” I called, but no one answered. My voice bounced against the empty walls, hollow and small.Where was he?I ran down the hallway, pushing open doors, turning corners too fast. Panic clawed at my chest the more I searched. My eyes darted around wildly—everywhere I searched, he wasn’t there.“Where is he?” I muttered under my breath, stopping in the middle of the hallway. My hands flew to my hair, tugging at it in frustration. I didn’t even know what I would say when I found him—I just knew I had to find him.Defeated, I turned to head back and then… I slammed right into something solid.Fuck! My head hit it hard and I hissed in pain, stumbling backward.“Ugh! What the hell—”But my voice died in my throat.It wasn’t a wall, it was a chest. A broad, warm chest.I blinked, start
«THIRD POV»"Adrian, wait!” That was Clara’s voice, speaking to Adrian’s wolf. However, Magnus was already blinded by resentment, so much all he yearned for was to get his revenge on Marcus Wolf! Meanwhile, Marcus lay flat on the ground outside the hall, bleeding and barely breathing. His once-proud wolf form now looked weak, trembling and broken. Blood soaked into the dirt beneath him, and his fur was ripped in many places. “Haha, scared to kill me?” He growled lowly, his voice full of tease, but the sound held no strength.“I want to torture you so hard you'd beg for death before I kill you, Marcus…” Magnus stood tall above him. His body was huge, muscles stretched tight with rage. His eyes glowed gold, wild and burning with fury. His chest rose and fell heavily, breath coming in rough puffs. He wanted to kill. To end this. To rip Marcus apart just as Marcus had done to his father! He lowered his head, lips pulling back to reveal long, deadly teeth.One bite. That’s all it w
«THIRD POV»Marcus froze in place, his eyes growing wide with fear as Adrian walked into the hall. “T-this is impossible,” he stammered, voice shaking. He took a slow step back, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.The other alphas standing beside him also started backing away. Their proud faces turned pale, and their bodies tensed as if danger had just entered the hall. Disbelief was written on their faces. Clara noticed their sudden change. Confused, she looked from one alpha to another. Why were they scared of Adrian so intensely? Could something have happened before they attacked the Dark Howl pack? Something she didn’t know yet… Andromeda, who always looked calm and full of control, suddenly snapped. “This can’t happen!” she shouted, her eyes sharp with anger and shock as she rushed toward Adrian. “How did you get out of the silver chains?!” Clara gasped loudly, her eyes jumping to Adrian. “Silver chains?” she whispered to herself in disbelief. Fear and then wor
«CLARA’S POV»The hall was growing heavy with silence.“I don’t have to explain anything to you!” Jasmine snapped, standing tall again. Then I caught her hand twitched toward her knife. BANG. My bullet tore through her shoulder before she could move. She screamed, collapsing against the wall. "YOU CRAZY—""Next one goes between your eyes," I said calmly. "Talk." Lusaka eyess widened in realization and he stormed forward, his claws out. "Who else knew?" Jasmine's bloody grin was answer enough. "Too late." Shit. We'd walked right into a trap! Before I could reply, another voice entered the hall.“Well, well, well…”Magnus.He walked in with slow, confident steps like he owned the world. His hands behind his back like a man going for a leisure stroll. Behind him, more footsteps followed. Heavy boots. I felt the ground vibrate as they came closer.The rest of the Alphas walked in after him, one by one, their pack warriors surrounding us from all sides.Alpha Cyrus from the Nor
«CLARA’S POV»Night had fully fallen. The sky was dark like a giant black beast, spreading over everything.The air was cold and quiet. Every step we took was careful. Silent. The leaves under our feet barely made a sound.We had moved deep into the woods until we finally reached the Dark Howl pack border."Wait." I raised my hand to stop everyone. We crouched behind the tall trees. Up ahead, I could see the patrolling guards. Ten of them, walking slowly, talking in low voices, not alert at all."Finish them." One command from me and I nodded at the small group of rogues I had sent ahead. They moved like shadows. Silent and Quick. One by one, they crept up behind the ten patrolling guards. One guard stood watch, yawning. He never felt the hand clamp over his mouth. Never saw the blade flash in the moonlight. A quick jerk—sharp and deep. His body sagged before he could make a sound. Another guard turned, sensing something wrong. Too late. A rogue was already behind him. One hand