LOGINNicole's POV I didn't make it past the third corridor. I knew the moment it happened—felt it in the air before I heard the footsteps. The pack house had gone unnaturally quiet, it wasn’t their usual quiet, this was the kind of quiet that comes right before violence. No distant chatter. No clinking armor. Just the low hum of power shifting. I slowed. Bad idea. The guards stepped out from the shadows in front of me—four of them, flanking the hallway like they'd rehearsed this. Dawnveil colors. Dawnveil insignia. Dawnveil loyalty. They were loyal, not to justice. To Serena, the cold bastard Alpha. "Move," I ordered coolly, not breaking stride. None of them did. "Beta Nicole," one of them said, his voice stiff. "You're not authorized to leave the premises." I laughed. A short, humorless sound. "That's funny. Because I didn't ask." I took another step. Steel scraped. Weapons drawn. Ah. There it was. "So this is how it is," I murmured, letting my wolf rise just enough for
Nicole’s POV The word landed like a blow. I closed my eyes, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. “Explain.” “They said it was to keep her contained,” the omega continued shakily. “To suppress her wolf. But it wasn’t containment. It was punishment.” My stomach churned. “She was bound with it,” the omega said. “Chained to it. Every time she resisted, every time she refused to submit, it burned into her. Inside and out.” My hands curled into fists. I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t. But a part of me raged at the thought of what they’d done to her. She’d gone mad, descended into darkness, betrayed her pack and friends but that kind of torture… for so long. I clenched my fists. “And when she escaped?” I asked quietly. “She took it with her,” the omega said. “Ripped it free. Killed the guard who tried to stop her.” I opened my eyes, staring hard at the wall. They’d accused her of seduction and killing. They’d hidden the real, ugly truth. “That’s why Serena lied,” I murmur
Nicole’s POV I didn’t trust silence. Not the kind that sat heavy in your ears, not the kind that followed you down hallways that were too clean, too empty, too curated. The Dawnveil Pack house had that kind of silence—the kind that felt rehearsed. Three days. Three days of hitting walls made of polite nods and clipped answers. Three days of “we’ll get back to you,” of guards suddenly remembering they were late for patrols, of elders who pretended they hadn’t heard my questions. And Alpha Serena? She watched me like I was a loose thread she hadn’t decided whether to pull. I stood at the tall arched window of the guest wing, arms crossed, staring down at the training field below. Warriors moved in rigid patterns, their movements precise but joyless. No laughter. No casual banter. Just obedience. A pack without warmth was a pack rotting from the inside. That much I knew. The wind howled, cold and sharp, tugging at the edges of my coat. Winter was no longer approaching
Talia’s POV I'd expected Vérin and Jarek to react when they saw me. To stiffen. To pale. To realize—too late—that I'd heard every word. They didn't. Instead, they smiled. Slow. Knowing. Cruel. They walked past my rigid form, hate-filled eyes sliding over me, their mocking smiles deliberate, sharpened just for me. They had no respect for me. No fear either. Inside the office, Cassian stood by the door, shoulders tight, jaw clenched, his sharp eyes fixed on me like he was bracing for impact. I bit my lip hard, holding back the tears that burned and begged to spill. I hated how close I was to breaking. Hated that they'd seen me like this—silent, stunned, exposed. I wanted to run. To disappear. To curl up somewhere dark and quiet and let the tears fall. But I was done running. I'd overreacted once before, when Melissa had insinuated an affair. I wasn't going to do it again. I needed to hear it from him. Needed to know—needed to believe—that this wasn't what i
Talia's POV Word spread around. I'd gone from the Luna the omegas loved and respected to the Luna everyone hated. The Luna responsible for her twin's death. The Luna who created and sabotaged the bakery. The Luna who controlled the Alpha. That one made me laugh sometimes. Bitterly. Even the rumors about my powers—ones Cassian and Nicole had tried really hard to suffocate—had started to crawl out of the cracks. They were still just rumors, whispered with wide eyes because they sounded too absurd to be real. But absurd had never stopped fear. And the council? They were definitely working overtime to turn that fear into certainty. I could just imagine them, excited about how much things have gone to shit. Nicole was out hunting Kira. Cassian was drowning in damage control. Mrs. Alanna was probably occupied with her bald lover she was hell bent on keeping a secret. Everyone had something. Except me. Everything had gone to shit—and somewhere along the line, I'd become unbearabl
Nicole's POVIf frustration had a scent, Dawnveil would be drowning in it.I started where anyone with sense would—incident reports, guard rotations, patrol logs. Basic things. Simple things.Or they should have been.The first Omega I approached barely looked at me. I asked a question; he bowed, muttered something useless, and scurried off like I'd threatened his life.Okay. Fine. Nerves. New pack. I could work with that.The second one? Flat-out refused to speak."I don't know anything," she said quickly, eyes fixed on the floor. "I wasn't on duty.""I didn't say you were," I replied.She flinched anyway.Strike two.By midday, I'd been stonewalled by three guards, ignored by two scribes, and redirected in circles by a patrol leader who kept "forgetting" where the records were kept.It wasn't subtle.It was coordinated.I stopped in the middle of yet another cold corridor and exhaled slowly through my nose. The air smelled sterile. Cleaned too many times. Like they were trying to sc







