Mag-log inRONAN:We drove back to the pack house in silence at first. Lyra's hand rested on her belly, the other holding mine tight. The shock of seeing Cole or whatever ghost of him still hung between us. But when we pulled up to the gates, the lights were on bright, and music drifted out from the main hall.Jerome waited outside with Silas and a few pack members. His face looked relieved when he saw us step out of the car."Son," Jerome said, pulling me into a rough hug. "Lyra." He kissed her forehead gently. "Come inside. We need to talk."We went to the alpha's office. The room felt heavy. I told him everything, how Cole appeared across the road, how he vanished when the car passed. Lyra added the details she saw, her voice was low.Jerome listened without interrupting. When we finished, he rubbed his face with one hand. "Harlan has gone silent. No one has seen him since the warehouse. Cole... if he is truly alive, he is not in any hospital. The news was a lie to cover something. But we wi
LYRA:Three days had passed since we left the hospital. The pack house felt safe again, quiet and warm. My bruises were fading to yellow, and the pup moved more every day, strong little kicks that made me smile even when my heart felt heavy.But the news about Cole kept playing in my head. The TV said he was alive, though badly hurt in the neck, but no updates came after that. No pictures. No hospital reports. Nothing. Harlan stayed silent.Jerome sent wolves to watch, but they found empty trails. It made my stomach twist. I knew I killed him. I felt the tray go in deep. I watched his eyes go still. How could he be alive?The guilt from before came back stronger at night. What I did with Cole at the hotel while Ronan lay in a coma. I betrayed him. My mate. The one who fought through death to save me. I could not carry it anymore. I had to tell him.Ronan walked into our room that afternoon. He looked better, the cuts on his body almost gone. He smiled when he saw me sitting on the bed
RONAN:I held Lyra close in my arms. She was light. Weak from the bad things. Her belly, with our pup, pressed against me. I walked out of the broken warehouse. The sun was bright. It hurt my eyes after the dark inside. Guards ran away when they saw me. No one tried to stop us.We went through the trees. Lyra put her head on my shoulder."Ronan," she said softly. "You came.""Always," I said. My body hurt from the fight. Cuts bled. But I did not care. She was safe.Then I heard cars. Engines loud. I stopped. I looked ahead. Black cars came fast on the dirt road. Pack cars. Alpha Jerome’s SUV in front. They stopped. Dust flew up.Doors opened. Alpha Jerome came out first. My dad. His face was hard. Worried. Silas ran out next. Guards with guns followed. They looked ready to fight."Ronan!" Silas yelled. He ran to us. "You are awake! You came back to us."Jerome came close. Looked at Lyra. Then at me."Son. What happened? Silas told me you woke up and left, but I did not think my Ronan
RONAN:I lay flat in the tall grass outside the old warehouse. The sun was high now. My brown fur blended with the dry weeds. I did not move. I watched. Two guards walked slowly around the building. They smoked and talked. They did not look hard. Lyra's scent came strong from inside. Fear. Pain. Hunger. Blood. My wolf growled low inside me. I wanted to run in now. But I waited. I had to be smart.Then I saw him. Cole. He came from a side path. He walked slowly, like he was hurt. A big white bandage covered his left ear. Blood spots showed on it. I wondered what happened. Did someone fight him? Did Lyra fight back? The thought made me proud and angry at the same time. He looked around fast, like he was scared. Then he opened the door and went inside.I stayed still. My heart beat hard. Soon, Cole. Very soon.A few minutes passed. The door opened again. Harlan came out. Cole's dad. My uncle. The traitor. He talked on his phone. He laughed like everything was good. He got in his black S
LYRA:The night passed in a haze of pain and hunger. My stomach twisted and growled, empty and aching, while the baby shifted uncomfortably inside me, as if sharing my misery. My cheek throbbed from Cole's slaps, my lip swollen and crusted with dried blood. The ropes had rubbed my wrists raw, and every small movement sent fresh fire through my arms. I dozed in fits, waking often to the cold and the fear, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess for strength.When morning came again, pale light creeping through the barred window, the door opened with the familiar creak. Cole stepped in, carrying a tray, steaming oatmeal, fresh fruit, and a glass of water. My mouth watered instantly, betraying me. Hunger clawed at my insides so fiercely that I almost whimpered at the smell.He didn't say a word at first. He set the tray on the table, then moved toward me. I tensed, expecting him to untie my hands. Instead, he only loosened the ropes around my wrists enough to give me a few inches of mo
LYRA:I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Cole, please don't do this.” “Answer me, Lyra.” He growled.“I love Ronan. Only him, I can't run away with you, Cole."His hand flashed out before I could react, slapping me hard across the cheek. Pain exploded, stars dancing in my vision. My lip split, and I tasted blood. "Wrong answer," he snarled, his calm facade cracking. "You think you're so loyal. So pure. But I know what you did with me. You enjoyed it."I gasped, the sting burning deep. But I wouldn't break. Not for him. "You're a monster."Cole's eyes darkened further, a dangerous glint in them. He reached out, his fingers grabbing the hem of my shirt. "Let me see that body of yours. The one you gave to me so easily before. Maybe I can remind you what you're missing."I twisted away as much as the ropes allowed, panic rising like bile. "Stop! Don't touch me!" His hands tugged at the fabric, lifting it slowly, exposing my skin. The baby kicked wildly, and I screamed inside







