MasukElara's point of view
I drove home like my foot was personally offended by the accelerator of my car. My breatsh were painful from all the things I was thinking at the moment.
The apartment building loomed ahead, too familiar, too normal for what my gut already knew was waiting inside. I parked crooked, didn’t bother fixing it, and took the stairs two at a time because the elevator suddenly felt like a luxury I hadn’t earned.
The hallway was quiet. It was unsettling. I unlocked the door as softly as I could, out of habit, out of instinct, out of years of not wanting to disturb anyone. The irony nearly made me laugh.
The smell hit me first.
It wasn't any food or a strong detergent. Not even the faint vanilla candle Murphy insisted helped her “heal.”
Sex. I could smell it in the air, literally! Never felt this disgusted in my life. I noticed the kitchen lights were on.
I stepped inside my apartment. They didn’t hear me coming. I peeked from the corner of the door, making sure I wasn't in the sight.
Murphy was on the counter, legs wrapped around Kit’s waist like she owned the place. Like she hadn’t cried on my couch three months ago, swearing she was afraid of men. She was wearing my robe. The grey one. The one Kit once said made me look “cute and domestic.”
I stood there, very still, my brain doing that funny thing where it refuses to accept reality because it’s too busy trying not to combust.
Murphy laughed softly, breathless and pleased with herself.
“Babe,” she said, voice syrupy, “how do I compare to Elara?”
There it was. The moment I wanted to see, actually I needed to see badly. Even the universe didn’t even give me the courtesy of easing into it.
Kit didn’t hesitate at all knowing he have a girlfriend... He had one.
He toyed with her like she was something precious and new, his smirk lazy, indulgent. “How could that boring woman ever compare to you?” he said. “You’re my goddess. These past three months have been the happiest time of my life.”
Three fucking months!!!
Murphy giggled. She actually giggled. “Aww, babe. You must’ve been starving.”
He laughed, low and cruel. “You have no idea. Elara is so boring. Can you believe it? I only dated her in the beginning because she had a good body. Turns out she’s even duller than I expected.”
I felt something inside me crack. It was too quiet, like a bone splintering under pressure.
Murphy leaned closer to him, eyes bright with satisfaction. “My dear old classmate still has no idea,” she said. “She gets off work and washes my dirty clothes, cooks for me, takes care of me. I almost feel bad!”
She didn’t sound like she felt bad.
“But she was my little maid back in school too,” Murphy continued. “Whenever I said someone bullied me, she’d charge in to defend me without hesitation. Do you know she’s even planning to marry you?”
Kit burst out laughing. “If you stay, maybe I’ll still propose to her,” he said. “She can be our servant while we sneak around. That’d make it even more exciting.”
I stopped shaking as my body went numbe. Cold sweat and warm tears. That was the moment rage settled in, cold and clear, like it had finally found a purpose.
I lifted my phone. Quietly and carefully. I recorded everything. Every word, every laugh and every disgusting casual betrayal delivered like a joke at my expense. Then I stepped forward.
“Smile,” I said pleasantly. “You’re both going viral.”
They froze. Murphy shrieked. Kit stumbled back, knocking over a chair.
“I’m uploading that video,” I said, my voice shaking just enough to make it interesting. “You’re done. Both of you. Congratulations.”
“Elara... wait...” Kit started.
I didn’t. I turned around and walked out.
I don’t remember getting into my car. I don’t remember the streets blurring past or the way my hands were shaking on the wheel. I remember thinking, very clearly, that I had wasted two years of my life being loyal to people who saw me as furniture.
Then the world tilted. The tires skid, and steering wheel jerked violently. There was a loud, sickening crunch as the car slammed into something solid.
A tree. The airbag didn’t deploy. The silence afterward was deafening. I sat there for a moment, stunned, waiting to feel pain. When it didn’t come, I laughed hysterically.
“Of course,” I whispered. “Why not? What bad can happen to me now?"
I grabbed my phone. There were no signal. Perfect... I am alone here and I can't even call for help.
I stepped out of the car, legs shaky, scanning the empty road. That’s when I noticed men. Too many of them. They emerged from the darkness like they’d been waiting. Dirty clothes. Hollow eyes. Smiles that didn’t reach anywhere human.
“Hey,” one of them said. “You lost?”
My heart slammed into my throat. They circled slowly, their movements wrong somehow. Predatory. Hungry. I took a step back.
"She's scared..." Anoter said.
"I love it when prey fears..." One of them smiled widely at me.
"Don't come near... I have called 911." I tried to warn them.
"Bullshit!!! We no there is no signal in this area."
"We got a nice dinner tonite..."
I almost gave up to the fate that’s when the stranger appeared in my sight.
He moved fast. Too fast. One moment the men were there, the next they were scattered, thrown aside like they weighed nothing. I barely registered his face. Just the way the night seemed to bend around him.
Now the pain came and I felt dizzy. Strong arms caught me as my knees gave out.
“Don’t look,” he said quietly.
And then everything went black.
Elara's Point of View"Emily!" The name tore from my throat before I even realized I had spoken.The instant her fingers tightened around mine, my heart nearly stopped. I jerked upright, staring at her face with wide, tear-filled eyes as if I were terrified that blinking would make the moment disappear. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly before her eyes slowly opened, unfocused at first, wandering across the infirmary ceiling. She looked dazed, her breathing uneven, as though she had just awakened from an endless nightmare.For several long seconds, she simply stared into space. Then her gaze landed on me. "Elara..." she murmured hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you... crying?"A broken laugh escaped my lips. Without thinking, I threw my arms around her carefully, afraid that even the slightest pressure might hurt her. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as relief crashed into me all at once."You idiot..." I choked out, my shoulders trembling. "You scared me to death
Elara's Point of ViewThe journey back to the Red Moon Pack was painfully quiet. No one celebrated. No one spoke of victory. The only sounds accompanying us were the hurried footsteps of warriors carrying the wounded and the occasional groan escaping those too injured to hide their pain. The metallic scent of blood lingered heavily in the night air, reminding me that every battle demanded a price.And tonight... The pack had paid dearly. I refused to let my eyes wander toward the stretchers carrying the fallen. Every glimpse felt like another knife twisting inside my chest. If I hadn't existed... Would these people still be alive? The question clung to me with every step.Emily remained unconscious in my arms, her face frighteningly pale despite the steady rise and fall of her chest. I held onto that tiny movement as though it were the only thing keeping me from falling apart."Move aside!" Helena's firm voice echoed through the infirmary the moment we crossed its entrance. "Healers,
Aéron's Point of ViewThe forest had fallen eerily silent. Even Fenrir, who had been snarling inside my mind moments ago, suddenly went still. Across the clearing, Henry White stood with his hands casually tucked behind his back, the faintest smile lingering on his lips. He didn't look like a rogue who had invaded another Alpha's territory. He looked like a man who had already won.I tightened my grip around the hilt of my dagger, refusing to let his confidence shake me."This fight isn't yours," I warned, my voice carrying through the restless wind. "Leave while you still can. More of my warriors are already surrounding this forest. The longer you stay here, the fewer chances you'll have of walking away alive."Henry's shoulders trembled. He was laughing. Not loudly. Not mockingly. The kind of laugh a teacher gives an overconfident student before proving him wrong."You still don't understand, do you, Alpha Blackwood?" he murmured, slowly beginning to circle me. "You think I crossed y
Aéron's Point of ViewNyra's howl tore through the forest. Every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. It wasn't merely the cry of an awakened wolf—it carried power. Ancient, commanding power that echoed through every tree and every heartbeat within the Red Moon territory.Fenrir lifted his head inside me. "its my mate's cry. She is in danger.""I know buddy and we will protect her." I responded to my agitated wolf.The howl had come from the same direction where Elara had chased Emily. Something had happene, something terrible.I took one step forward, only for four rogue wolves to leap out from the darkness, blocking my path. Their yellow eyes gleamed beneath the moonlight, and without hesitation they lunged together."They're trying to stall us!""Let them try..."I roared as Fenrir crashed into the first rogue. Bones shattered beneath my jaws before I threw him into another attacker. The second wolf slammed into a tree with enough force to split the trunk. Behind me, the warr
Elara's Point of ViewThe world disappeared in thin air. There was no pack or forest and definately, no fear. There was only the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat... and the enormous brown wolf standing several feet away from me.I saw Emily or perhaps... Whatever remained of Emily beneath that terrifying new wolf.The moonlight poured through the clearing, reflecting against my pristine white fur. I could feel every leaf beneath my paws, every movement of the wind, every heartbeat echoing across the forest. My blazing blue eyes never left Emily for even a second.Nyra's calm voice resonated inside my mind. "She is no longer fighting you... She is fighting herself.""I know but..." My heart couldn't accept it."Then why are you hesitating?" She asked."Because that's my best friend." A tear escaped from my eye.Emily lowered her head. A guttural growl rolled from deep inside her chest. The sound wasn't familiar. It carried pain... Confusion... And unbearable hunger. Her black eyes fixed
Aéron's Point of ViewThe library had never felt so suffocating. Ancient books lay scattered across the massive oak table, their yellowed pages carrying centuries of secrets. My fingers were stained with dust from turning page after page, yet none of them answered the one question that refused to leave my mind.Who was Nyra? Every record spoke of the Seven Ancient Wolf Spirits, but when it came to Nyra, there were only fragments. Broken sentences. Torn pages. Missing accounts. It was as though someone had deliberately erased her existence from history.Mother stood beside another shelf, carefully flipping through an even older manuscript. Her expression grew more troubled with every page she turned."There has to be something," I muttered, rubbing my forehead. "An ancient spirit cannot simply disappear from every historical record."Ciara sighed quietly. "Sometimes history is rewritten by those who survive it."I looked at her. "What do you mean?"She slowly closed the book in her han







