LOGINPhil's POVI could identify a werewolf attack when I saw one, and clearly, Jacob's dead body contained much evidence of it. The horrible marks of deep claws stretched from his head to his back. Studying the gruesome sight before me, I had to be sure it was really the red-haired Jacob. And it was really him—he was really dead.Some of my men went in search of his body and found him in a bush. My heart squeaked in guilt, it could have been Lucy lying down here—brutally murdered, but he protected her because I had given him that job.“He was a loyal lad," I told my beta who stood beside me. I let out a breath, fighting the guilt settling within. The war was approaching and many more men would die, and there wouldn't be any room to feel pity for each dead soul.I turned my gaze away from Jacob’s dead body which lay on a gurney in the pack's morgue. “Cover him up. Inform his family about his demise and if they wish to see him, let them." I instructed, my beta nodded and with that, I left t
Vera's POVI punched out whatever anger that shimmered within me. My knuckles had turned red and sore from the countless blows struck to the punching bag—still, I didn't stop hitting hard. The pain only reminded me of how much of a coward I was and a never-ending regret dwelling in the pit of my gut.Andrew and Diana weren't even mated yet, and here I was, heartbroken into pieces. If I couldn't live with them being together, I would pack up my things and leave, start a new life somewhere else, and try not to fail at love for the third time.Suddenly, a distant applause caught my attention, and I turned to see Diana standing in the doorway, her hands clapping enthusiastically as a smile spread across her face.“You fight well." She complimented, moving towards me, hands behind her back. “Thanks." I simply said, steadying the punching bag to prevent it from swinging wildly.“Sorry for interrupting. I just thought your performances were incredible." She said, and I gave her a thin smile.
Andrew's POVI was such a fool to think I'd be happy by causing her to feel a little bit of jealousy. Hoping she'd finally come to agree with her feelings for me. But she was good at hiding it—good at feigning that having another woman by my side wasn't hurting her as much as it hurts me.“How long do you need to think about it?”"What?” I asked, a spoonful of my meal midway from my mouth. I had barely heard Diana's question.But she didn't mind repeating herself. “You said you wanted to think about mating with me, but you never told me how long I should wait?”I snorted, "Don't tell me you were expecting an answer tonight.”She shrugged, "Maybe.”"I just think we have to know each other properly before anything else.”She nodded. "I hope that won't take so long.” She said, taking up her glass of wine as she sipped it, glaring at me seductively through the rim of her glass."But what else would you like to know about me? Apart from the other things I told you earlier."“Why don't you
Vera's POVI should have been happy for him—but instead, I was at war with my feelings. Every ache in my heart revealed just how deeply the news saddened me. It was good news, and yet it left me drowning in sorrow.I reminded myself of what mattered most to ease the heaviness pressing on me: I wanted Andrew free of his curse. The cure was finally here. I had to be happy for him, even if the very thought tore me apart inside—even if I was nothing but a coward to admit that I wanted him.I watched from my bedroom window as Rick’s car pulled into the driveway. The moment he parked, a woman stepped out—a lady with chestnut-brown hair styled neatly yet regally, her figure draped in a beautiful gown that caught the morning sunlight with every movement.I hated to admit it, but she was beautiful and she looked like a lady from a noble house. I sank on my bed, thinking of how stupid I was for not admitting my true feelings. But regrets are only a waste of time; I can't undo my mistakes now, a
Andrew's POV“A silver She-wolf?" My mind reeled. That was all I could fathom at that moment: the news's impossibility. For so many years, the search for a silver She-wolf—for a cure, had been futile, and suddenly—it exists. Was the moon goddess playing a joke on my life?Just when I had given up. Just when I allowed myself to love someone freely, she decided to dangle the solution to my curse before me.“When should I bring her to you?" Rick asked as he closed the door behind him.I moved towards my window, staring out but not really seeing anything. I tried to think deeply about the whole thing again. It was like a dream to me, like the impossible had somehow stepped into reality.I turned back to him, my voice sharper than intended. “First things first, how are you sure she's the real thing?" I asked, failing at controlling the panic in my voice."She's the real thing,” Rick answered reassuringly. His voice was gentle and calm, and the quiet certainty in his eyes was as though he
Vera's POVThe scorching sun pressed against my skin as I stood on the training field, watching Andrew’s armies move with relentless vigor. Every swing of their swords glittered in the light, every grunt echoed like thunder rolling across the grounds. They weren’t training like recruits—they were fighting like the war was already here.Andrew stood beside me, arms folded, his presence as commanding as the field itself.“What do you think of them?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing against the brightness. Even squinting, he carried that dangerous, tempting look that always left me unsettled. His blue eyes shimmered like the ocean, and for a heartbeat, I almost forgot to answer.“Good,” I replied finally, nodding as I forced my attention back to the sweating warriors before us. “They’re vigorous… ready for battle.”He pressed his lips together, his arms tightening across his chest. The tunic he wore stretched over his broad frame, his muscles defined beneath the fa







