Jaxon's POV "Jaxon?" My father's voice came through the speaker, sharp with surprise. "What's wrong? It's nearly midnight." "Nothing's wrong, Dad. In fact, everything's finally right." I kept my eyes locked on Maya's as I spoke. "I'm calling to inform you that I'm officially renouncing my claim to the Alpha position." "What?" Damien's roar was so loud that Maya flinched. "Have you lost your mind?" "No, I've found it," I said calmly. "I'm also formally requesting release from the Northclaw Pack. I'll be submitting the paperwork tomorrow." "Jaxon Cross, you will get home this instant and explain.." "There's nothing to explain," I interrupted. "I choose Maya. I choose love. I choose a future that doesn't involve betraying the people I care about most." "That girl has poisoned your mind.." "That girl," I said with dangerous quiet, "is the best thing that's ever happened to me. And if you can't see that, then you don't deserve to have either of us in your pack." I hung up before
Jaxon's POV Maya stood on the stairs above me, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder like a shield, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She looked like she'd been through a war and in many ways, she had. The girl I'd fallen in love with was trying to disappear again, and I'd be damned if I let that happen. "Move, Jaxon," she said, her voice hoarse with exhaustion. "I'm serious. I'm done with all of this." "So am I," I replied, not budging from my position blocking her path. "I'm done watching you run away every time things get difficult. I'm done letting other people make decisions about our lives." "Our lives?" Maya laughed bitterly. "There is no 'our lives,' Jaxon. There's your life as the future Alpha, and there's my life as the pack outcast with dangerous bloodlines. Those two things don't mix." "Says who?" I challenged, taking a step closer. "Says, my father? Says the High Council? Says everyone except the two people who actually matter in this equation?" "Says reality!"
Maya's POV "Can't or won't?" I shot back. "Because there's a difference, Mom. And right now, I need to know which one it is." My mother was quiet for a long moment, wrestling with some internal conflict. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "Your father wasn't just any werewolf, Maya. His bloodline... it goes back to the original White Luna families. The ones the High Council has been trying to eliminate for centuries." The room spun around me. "White Luna families?" "Powerful bloodlines that posed a threat to the established order," she continues, might be streaming down her face. "When I met your father, he was hiding from them. We thought we'd found somewhere safe, somewhere we could raise you without anyone knowing what you might become." "What I might become?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. "What the hell does that mean?" "It means you're not just any werewolf, Maya. When your powers fully manifest, you'll be one of the most powerful super
Maya's POV I stared at my reflection in the dorm room mirror, trying to work up the courage to face what might be the most difficult conversation of my life. My mother had raised and protected me, sacrificed everything for me. Surely she couldn't know what Damien had been doing. Surely she would choose me over him when she learned the truth. But even as I tried to convince myself of her loyalty, doubt gnawed at my insides like a parasite. "Are you sure about this?" Quinn asked for the tenth time, pacing anxiously behind me. "Maybe you should wait for Jaxon and Professor Ronan. They said they'd be back soon." "No," I said firmly, applying lip gloss with shaking hands. "This is something I need to do alone. My mother deserves to hear this from me first, before anyone else gets involved." "But Maya.." "Quinn, please." I turned to face her, trying to project more confidence than I felt. "I need to know where my own mother stands before I can figure out what to do next." The drive t
Maya's POV "Different people each time," Quinn said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "First it was some woman claiming to be from the university's alumni association. She wanted to know about your family background, your mother's maiden name, and your father's side of the family tree."My blood ran cold. My father's side of the family was exactly what I'd been trying to keep secret my entire life. "What did you tell her?""Nothing, because I don't know anything," Quinn said. "But then yesterday, this guy in a suit came to our dorm asking Mia about your sleeping patterns, whether you'd been having nightmares or unusual dreams.""Nightmares?" I repeated, thinking about the vivid dreams I'd been having lately. Dreams of silver wolves and ancient bloodlines that felt too real to be just imagination."And this morning," Quinn continued, "there was someone else. A woman who claimed to be a graduate student doing research on 'exceptional students.' She wanted to know if you'd shown any sig
Maya's POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was white roses. Dozens of them, arranged in a beautiful crystal vase on the medical center's bedside table. Their sweet scent filled the small room, so different from the sterile hospital smell I'd expected.My head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton, and my mouth was dry as sandpaper. The events of last night came flooding back – the campus mixer, the horrible things I'd said to Jaxon and Professor Ronan, the crushing weight of Lyra's ultimatum that had finally broken me.I'd done it. I'd destroyed the two relationships that meant everything to me to save their careers. The memory made my chest ache with fresh grief."Maya?" A gentle voice made me turn toward the door. Nurse Patty was checking her clipboard, a concerned smile on her face. "How are you feeling, honey?""Like I got hit by a truck," I croaked, struggling to sit up. "How long was I unconscious?""About six hours. You were severely dehydrated and exhausted.