Dad’s call came late at night, and ever since, Rael hadn’t been able to sit still. He paced the living room of my little house in Brooklyn like a wolf who smelled danger in the wind.Rael was Dad’s most trusted Beta—the backbone of Moonveil, a silent protector. His loyalty had never wavered. Sometimes I wondered what kind of debt he owed my father, or what kind of goodness Dad had once shown him, that Rael would willingly die for him... and for Moonveil.He stood by the window, staring into the thick night. Then, with a swift motion, he picked up his phone and tapped something.“Sean,” he called out.It didn’t take long before a tall man appeared at the door. At a glance, he could’ve been mistaken for Rael—broad shoulders, serious stance.Rael gave him a sharp look. “You’ll take my place guarding Princess Willow. Wear my jacket, this mask, and the cap. Make sure you’re visible from outside.”Sean hes
POV: WillowRael looked at me—really looked at me—with those pitch-black eyes that didn’t reflect light. They just absorbed it. Like they could swallow you whole if you stared too long. His voice was calm, but the chill in it crawled down my spine.“Leon knows who you really are, Willow,” he said quietly, sharply. “He knows about Moonveil.”The world tilted, not because of what he said—but how he said it. It wasn’t a judgment, and it wasn’t an accusation. It was a warning. A line just drawn in the sand.“But…” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay upright. “He’s not a threat. Leon isn’t like that. He wouldn’t—”Rael raised a hand, cutting me off. “Not right now, no. But that’s not the point. What we’re dealing with isn’t just intent. It’s potential. And anything that orbits Moonveil gets watched. Including him.”I clenched the edge of my jacket like it could anchor me
Leon’s POVRael led me into a room behind the café—definitely the owner’s. The chair was soft, the walls were spotless, and everything smelled like expensive coffee. But it was too quiet. Too clean to just be for invoices or planning a seasonal promo.Rael sat behind a sleek, dark wood desk. Everything about it looked sharp and intentional, just like him. I sat across from him, still trying to figure out why I was the one being pulled aside for a serious talk—especially when he should be out there protecting Willow from... whatever the hell is coming.But before I could ask what this was all about, I heard a soft mechanical hum behind him. The bookshelf—which had looked solid as hell—started to tremble. Then, like something out of a spy movie, it slowly rotated to the side. Behind it, a wall split open, glowing faintly.I stood on instinct, but Rael raised a hand casually, motioning for me to stay seated.
Valencia Café felt warm that afternoon. The scent of coffee and caramel wrapped around me like a soft hug—comforting, familiar, the kind of smell that made you forget for a second that the world was complicated. Rael and I walked in together. I felt a bit nervous, though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because Leon was here. Maybe because I didn’t know who else was keeping secrets.Leon stood behind the counter, wearing a cream-colored apron and a tired, almost-genuine smile. His hair was tied back neatly, though a coffee stain marked the edge of his shirt. He looked exhausted—but calm.“My boss is here,” Leon said with a half-joking tone. “Should I stand up straight and salute or something?”I gave him a quick glance. “Leon.”Rael looked at him, like he was weighing something. There was a subtle tension between them. But I knew Rael could smell something—betrayal, maybe. Or just the trace of a small lie hidden beneath Leon’s usual grin.
I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, pretending to take notes. The words on the screen blurred like rain washing away ink.Today was... insane.Xander stood beside a woman claiming to be his future Luna, and for some reason, it burned. Deep in my chest, like something being torn apart from the inside.He’s the only guy who’s ever kissed me—and maybe that kiss was what triggered the cursed blood running in my veins.Then Enzo cornered me before class started, his voice low and sharp, promising he wouldn’t give up. Not now. Not ever. His intensity still lingered on my skin like an invisible scar.And Jarek? He just showed up—like a storm with no warning, just impact.And Leon… sweet, stubborn Leon. The one who looks at me like he knows who I really am. And I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed to talk to Rael and Tiana before I opened that door.Professor Reed's voice droned on from the front of the class, echoing
I froze.It wasn’t a conscious reaction. Before my brain even registered his face, my body had already locked up. I blinked once. Twice. Hoping my eyes were lying.But they weren’t.It was Jarek.The one name every pack feared.He stood near the fountain in the center of campus. Calm. Still. Like he belonged. But he didn’t. This was campus—where midterms and shitty vending machine coffee ruled.Not blood. Not ancient oaths.Next to me, Enzo was frozen, too. His hand still held mine, but he didn’t say a word. I knew him well enough to understand he was calculating. Watching. Waiting.Because everyone knew who Jarek was—and what he was capable of. He didn’t just destroy enemies. He tore through anyone who stood in his way. One wrong move could start a war. And not just for him—for every pack connected to us.What the hell was he doing here?This campus had always felt like the only safe place in