Sirella’s pov Damien was unraveling. I saw it in the way he moved, the restless energy in his steps, the way his gaze darted around as if waiting for something—someone—to betray him. I wasn’t sure if he was clinging to me because he wanted to, or because he had no one else left. “You keep disappearing,” he murmured, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, not painfully, but firm enough to remind me that he still thought he had a claim on me. I met his eyes, sharp and golden even in the dim glow of the corridor torches. “Maybe I don’t want to be found.” Something flickered across his face—hurt? Frustration? Maybe both. “You don’t mean that,” Damien said, softer now, his grip loosening. “You know me, Sirella. Better than anyone.” I wanted to laugh at the irony. Once, I had believed that. Once, I had looked at him and seen mine. But that illusion had shattered the moment he cast me aside. And yet, here he was, looking at me like I was the only thing tethering him to reality.
Sirella’s Pov The air smelled of steel and fire. From my window, I could see the palace guards training in the courtyard below. The clash of swords, the heavy thud of bodies hitting the dirt—it was an endless rhythm, a song of war that was growing louder by the day. Donovan was preparing. Everywhere I turned, the signs were there—armor being polished, weapons sharpened, messengers slipping in and out of the palace under the cover of night. There was no denying it anymore. The storm was coming, and I was standing right at the center of it. The question was: which side would I stand on when it arrived? I pulled my cloak tighter around me, my fingers trembling slightly. Not from the cold, but from the weight pressing down on my chest. No matter which way I turned, no matter what choice I made—someone would bleed for it. Someone would lose. And I was starting to realize that I might not be the one to win. I found Damien in the training hall, moving like a man possessed.
Sirella’s POV The palace was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Most of the warriors were stationed outside, preparing for the next move against Alpha Salvatore. Tension filled the air, thick enough to choke on. The failed assassination attempt on Alpha Donovan had shaken everyone, though no one would admit it out loud. Whoever had tried to kill him had inside information—details only someone close to the palace would know. A traitor. Keiran had been distant all morning, slipping away without a word. That usually meant he was hunting. I didn’t need him to tell me what he was doing. He was looking for the one who had betrayed Donovan. And if Keiran was looking, that meant blood would be spilled by the end of the night. I should have stayed in my room. Laid low. But I couldn’t. Not when I knew something big was happening. I moved quickly through the halls, keeping my steps light. The farther I went, the fewer servants I saw. Most of them didn’t dare venture near the eastern wing—
Sirella’s POV The first time I felt it, I thought I was losing my mind. I had been in the training yard, watching Keiran sharpen his blade. The way his hands moved, the slow, deliberate drag of steel against stone—it should have been nothing. Just a simple act. But then something inside me twisted. The urge came so fast, so sharp, that I nearly gasped. I wanted to take the dagger from his hands. Not to hold it. Not to train with it. To drive it into someone’s throat. I clenched my fists, trying to shove the thought away. It wasn’t mine. It didn’t belong to me. Keiran’s voice snapped me back to reality. “You’re doing it again.” I turned, finding him staring at me. His eyes were sharp, unreadable. “Doing what?” I forced my voice to stay even. He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood, flipping the dagger in his hand before tossing it at me. I caught it by reflex. The weight felt wrong, too familiar. Keiran stepped closer, lowering his voice. “The Moon Bane doesn’t j
Sirella’s POV The attack came fast. One second, I was slipping through the halls, trying to stay out of sight. The next, the walls shook with the force of something slamming into the palace. Shouts rang through the corridors. Footsteps pounded against the stone floors. I spun around, heart hammering. I needed to move. I took off down the hall, keeping low, keeping quiet. I didn’t know who had attacked—Salvatore’s men, rogue warriors, someone else entirely—but I knew one thing. If I got caught in the middle of it, I wouldn’t have time to ask. A sudden grip on my arm nearly made me scream. A hand clamped over my mouth, pulling me back into the shadows. I thrashed instinctively, but then I caught the scent. Keiran. He dragged me through a side door, shutting it quickly behind us. The room was small—barely more than a cramped storage space, stacked with old crates and supplies. The only light came from a thin crack beneath the door. I swallowed hard, my back pressing
Sirella’s POVThe palace felt like it was holding its breath.Tension sat thick in the halls, heavier than the aftermath of the attack. People moved carefully, speaking in hushed voices, eyes darting around like they expected another hit to come at any moment.Something was wrong.I felt it in my gut.And when I saw Keiran striding down the corridor, his expression like stone, I knew I wasn’t the only one.He didn’t look at me as he passed. But I caught the slight shift in his stance, the way his hand hovered just above his weapon.He was on edge.Something was about to happen.I followed him.The TraitorThe confrontation happened in one of the smaller council chambers.When I stepped inside, my stomach twisted.Beta Roland.One of Damien’s closest men. Someone who had fought beside him for years, who had been there when we were together, when I was still blind to what the world really was.He was the traitor.He stood in the middle of the room, arms bound behind him, his face pale b
Sirella’s POVThe message came at dawn.A sealed letter, slipped under my door. No name, no signature. But I didn’t need one.I knew who it was from.My father.I unfolded the paper with stiff fingers, my heart pounding before I even read the words.Kill Damien. Now.Or I’ll take someone you care about.I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting.Salvatore had warned me this day would come. I had agreed to it, had accepted the Moon Bane’s mission.But standing here now, the order staring back at me in black ink…It felt different.Because now, I knew what this meant.I knew what I was taking away.And worse—I knew who my father would take from me if I didn’t obey.The ThreatI found Keiran outside.He was standing near the training grounds, watching a group of warriors spar. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable.I walked straight to him, gripping the letter so hard it crumpled.“We need to talk.”His eyes flicked down to the letter, then back to me. He didn’t move. “Go ahead.”
Sirella’s POVThe palace was alive with music and laughter.Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting light over the grand hall. Lords and warriors moved through the space, drinking, talking, pretending this was just another gathering—not a distraction before war.Alpha Donovan sat at the head of the room, dressed in black and gold, his presence commanding. He barely spoke, just watched. Watched everyone.Including me.I moved between guests, balancing a tray of wine goblets, keeping my head down. Playing the role I was meant to play. The servant. The invisible girl.But I wasn’t invisible tonight.I felt the weight of eyes on me.Keiran stood near the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. He hadn’t said a word to me since this morning. Since my father’s threat.And then there was Damien.He was in the center of the room, leaning too close to a blonde warrior, whispering something in her ear. She laughed, tilting her head back, exposing her throat.He knew I was wat
Sirella’s povI woke up that morning with a burdened heart. My chest felt constricted and my hands were icy, though it wasn’t from the chill. I just had so much on my mind.I wanted so much to talk to Kieran at least once before he would get to the war and start fighting. Already I was missing him, I just needed to hold him even if it was just for a few seconds. He was the only one who could make me feel okay. At least while all this war was going on, I just wanted to know how to go through this tough time without even thinking of the sad times we were going through.I strolled the room, the world beyond the door was hushed, unnaturally so.Something would happen, I could feel it. Deep in my bones I knew something heavy was about to happen. I didn’t know what but I knew that it would be something big.I couldn’t stop the war, but I could be able to help in the little way I could.I looked out of my window to see so many warriors still leaving for the war with Donovan and his son Dami
Authors povThe march had begun.Wolves padded through the forest in a silent train, barely stirring the leaves as they traveled single-file behind their Alpha, Salvatore. The war was upon them. Hot breath streamed from their nostrils making white puffs that hung in the stagnant air. No one spoke, their thoughts too occupied with what was coming.Salvatore was proud of this movement. Minus the last time he had attacked, this would be an official battle that would drive those idiots to the edge and he would have the chance to take them down. He smiled within himself as he knew that there was no use in lying to himself. He would make sure they regretted coming to him for anything. He would destroy them.But Kieran had other plans.He stopped walking and dropped back until he was near the rear of the group. Then he walked up to Salvatore, his voice low.“Alpha, I have to leave. There’s something important I need to do.”Salvatore turned, his eyes narrow slits. He couldn’t believe that h
Kieran’s POVThe cheers in the war room were still ringing in my ears. My face stayed neutral, but inside, I felt sick.They had no idea.None of them did.Not Salvatore. Not his trusted generals.And yet they all clapped for me, thinking I was one of them.I stared at the map again, the valley, the forest… the places I had just mentioned.I was marking death zones — but not for the people they thought.Everything I said in that room would help my allies, not Salvatore’s army.“Excellent idea,” Salvatore said with a slight smirk, standing and clapping my shoulder. “You’re sharp, Kieran. You remind me of myself when I was younger.”I forced a smile.I wanted to punch him.But not yet.Later that NightThe packhouse was quiet, except for the guards at the doors and the distant hoot of an owl. I moved quietly down the hallway, my footsteps light on the stone floors.My room was dark when I entered, just how I liked it. But I didn’t rest. I couldn’t. Not with the war coming.I sat at my d
Authors povThe generals slapped Kieran on the back.Warriors grinned and shouted his name. But Kieran only smiled a little.Inside, he had plans of his own.He wasn’t really fighting for Salvatore. He was just humoring him.Everyone went on to talk but said nothing important.Meanwhile, in Donovan’s territory...Inside Donovan’s war room, the tension was palpable.There was a large map on the wall.Candles were burning.Donovan sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed.Beside him stood his son, Damien.The war Generals, strong wolves with cold eyes, were around them.“Let’s begin.” Donovan said.One of the generals opened a scroll.“My Alpha,” he said, bowing, “the spies have all returned.“And what did they discover?” Donovan asked quietly.The general pointed at the map.“They found Salvatore’s traps in the forest. They found guards by the river. But they also found a weak spot.”“A weak spot?” Donovan asked, leaning forward.“Yes, here,” the general said and he pointed to
Kieran’s povI snuck out of the barn, as silent as I possibly can as I made my way walking and slightly jogging.I got to the edge of the pack and zipped away with my super speed. The trees blurred by as I moved without holding back.I had to get out of Donovan's land and fast. I ran, and ran until I found myself at the borderlands between my pack's territory.I didn’t stop there either. I kept moving until I saw an old broken-down building far ahead.It was dark and there were no people around, perfect.As I ran, I got a call from someone as I halted and listened to the call. The allies I had sent messages to were at the building waiting for me. Good.I then walked up to the building and I noticed a couple of shadowy figures standing at.They were not moving, their gaze anchored to the shadows.I approached them with stealthy steps.They saw me and relaxed a little. “You made it,” one of them said.“Yeah,” I panted. “I’m here.”“And no one saw you?”“No,” I said. “I’ve been careful.
Sirella’s povI could feel their eyes on me all throughout the day as I got out of my room after having my bath. I knew some of the guards watched and followed me and I knew who had sent them.Even when I went to my room, sometimes I’d hear footsteps outside.I knew they had been sent by Donovan.The trust was gone. He didn't believe me anymore.And he wanted to follow me, to see if I made a mistake.I kept my head low, pretending not to see them.I was careful about everything I did.Finally the day got over. I was sitting in my room on my bed with an open useless book, just pretending to read it.The house was quiet now.Most of the wolves were asleep.Even the guards had relaxed a little, but I knew they were still there, hiding in the dark corners.Then my phone vibrated.I jumped a little.I quickly grabbed it and checked the screen.Kieran.My heart started to race.I opened the message. “I’m at the barn. Come.”I got up slowly, trying not to make any noise.It was risky but I h
Sirella’s povI as sirella sat on the dusty floor. Cracks lined the walls and I admired how quiet it was here. It was always cold and dark. That’s what I loved most about this place. I held the phone in my hand tightly as I called Kieran. My hands were shaking a little but I still pinched myself every now and then to be more confident in myself.Finally, after a few rings, he picked up. “Sirella?” Kieran’s voice came through the phone. It sounded worried.“Hey, I’m here,” I said as I looked around to make sure no one was listening.“Are you okay?” He asked. “What’s going on?”I took in deep breaths and closed my eyes for a moment.How could I tell him? How could I tell him what I had witnessed? How could I tell him Donovan and Damien were more evil than we realized? I was already tired of saying that to him and I was sure he knew.“I’m alright,” I said after a second, keeping my voice steady."Sirella," Kieran said slowly, like he didn't believe me. "Don't lie to me." "I'm not lyin
Kieran’s povI stabbed my fork into the meat harder than I needed to.I couldn’t get Donovan and how he was doing things in his pack out of my head.At first I had my doubts; perhaps he was just another greedy alpha like so many of the others. But now… now I knew something was deeper wrong. Stealing wolves? He was clearly using them against their wills.The way he acted.The way he smiled too much.The way he always had to be in control of everything and everyone around him. It made my skin crawl.I exhaled and lowered my fork.I glanced at my hands.I thought of Sirella and thought of her bruises I had seen.Bruises that appeared as if she’d been manhandled, thrown, injured.I haven’t asked her about it yet. I pushed it aside.Maybe I just didn’t want to hear her lie.Or maybe I just wasn’t ready to hear the truth.Something bad was happening to her and she was keeping it from me.“Why, Sirella?” I whispered to myself. “Why are you keeping secrets?”I sat back in the chair and rubbe
Kieran’s povI was so mad. I could feel my entire body shaking as it felt like I was on fire.With what I had learned, I knew that no knowledge should go to waste and I needed to know how to use this against them.Donovan and Damien.They were criminals.They were traitors.They were stealing wolves and plotting something dark, something evil.I stormed out onto the training grounds.The sun was high, the heat seeping through my thin, darker red robes not bothering me one bit. I had to get eyes on the guards. I wanted them ready.I got into the training grounds and what I saw made my skin crawl. Some of the guards were laughing. A few were even throwing stones at one another.They played like children in the park.My blood boiled hotter.This was no time to play. I quickened my pace, my feet pounding the earth.It quit when I got there. They looked up from their places around the fire and they froze.They stared at each other with wide, frightened eyes.I stood before them, arms cr