Caitlyn’s POV
The Silver Moon Pack’s territory was nothing like I imagined.
I had expected something grand—a kingdom hidden in the wilderness, built upon the blood and legacy of ancient werewolves. Instead, what I found was tension thick enough to choke on.
The pack lands stretched far and wide, nestled between towering mountains and dense forests. The main pack house stood in the center, a structure of stone and wood that carried the weight of centuries. Wolves lingered around the borders, watching me with wary eyes as I stepped forward, my breath visible in the frigid night air.
Beside me, Selene walked with the grace of someone who belonged here. I did not.
The moment we reached the entrance, the doors were thrown open, and I was met with a presence that made my wolf tense.
Alpha Gideon.
He was massive, taller than Raymond, with silver-threaded dark hair and piercing green eyes that flickered with barely restraine
Caitlyn’s POVThe sky burned red.I stood on the balcony of the Silver Moon Pack’s stronghold, staring at the eerie glow of the Blood Moon. The air felt alive, charged with something ancient and powerful. It made my skin prickle, my wolf restless. Lily paced inside me, her unease mirroring my own. I could feel it—the shift, the storm that was coming.A Blood Moon meant war. It meant change. It meant something irreversible was on the horizon. The pack below sensed it too. I could hear them murmuring, could feel their tension thick in the air. Even the wind carried a warning.Then, pain struck.A searing, blinding pain lanced through my chest, sharp and all-consuming. I gasped, my knees buckling as I gripped the balcony railing. My vision blurred, my breath hitched, and suddenly, fire ignited inside me. Not normal fire. This burned through my veins, scorching everything in its path. My bones cracked—not in the usual way, not t
Caitlyn’s POVThe Silver Moon Pack’s territory was nothing like I imagined.I had expected something grand—a kingdom hidden in the wilderness, built upon the blood and legacy of ancient werewolves. Instead, what I found was tension thick enough to choke on.The pack lands stretched far and wide, nestled between towering mountains and dense forests. The main pack house stood in the center, a structure of stone and wood that carried the weight of centuries. Wolves lingered around the borders, watching me with wary eyes as I stepped forward, my breath visible in the frigid night air.Beside me, Selene walked with the grace of someone who belonged here. I did not.The moment we reached the entrance, the doors were thrown open, and I was met with a presence that made my wolf tense.Alpha Gideon.He was massive, taller than Raymond, with silver-threaded dark hair and piercing green eyes that flickered with barely restraine
Caitlyn’s POVThe night air smelled of damp earth and pine as I followed Selene into the dense forest. The moon hung low, its silver glow barely piercing through the thick canopy of trees. My heart pounded with each step, my wolf on edge inside me. This woman—this supposed aunt—had upended everything I thought I knew about myself, about my family.And yet, despite Raymond’s warnings, despite the deep-seated fear curling in my stomach, I needed answers.“Where are we going?” I asked, breaking the heavy silence.“To a place where the past still lingers,” Selene replied without looking back. “A place where you will begin to understand who you truly are.”Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, but there was a hardness beneath it—a weight that suggested she carried more burdens than she let on. I didn’t trust her. Not yet. But she had information I needed, and I wasn’t about t
Caitlyn’s POVTrust was a fragile thing, and tonight, it shattered.The night air was thick with tension as I paced the length of the bakery, my mind racing. Jane had been gone for hours now. No one had seen her leave, no trace of her scent remained, and the only thing left behind was a single silver feather resting on the counter. My hands shook as I held it, a cold dread settling deep in my bones. This wasn’t an accident.Raymond and I had already searched the town. Bree was gone. Elias had disappeared into the shadows as he always did, offering no guidance. The Elders were still waiting for my answer, but how could I think about prophecies or balance when my daughter—my Jane—was missing?A sharp knock at the door made my head snap up. Raymond was already moving before I could, yanking the door open with enough force to make the hinges creak.On the other side stood a woman.Tall, elegant, and dressed in silver and
Caitlyn’s POVThe air inside the house had turned thick, suffocating, as Linda’s words sank in.My parents had made a pact.A pact with something ancient. Something not entirely of this world.I stared at her, my hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. “You’re lying.”Linda shook her head, her expression tight with regret. “I wish I were.”The weight of her gaze was unbearable, as if she were staring through me rather than at me. She looked different—older, wearier. The sharp, confident woman I remembered was gone. Now, she seemed like a ghost of herself, burdened by truths too heavy to carry alone.Raymond stood beside me, arms crossed, his body tense. The muscles in his jaw clenched. “Tell us everything. Now.”Linda took a slow breath before speaking. “Your parents… they were brilliant, Caitlyn. But they
Darkness. Then a rush of cold air.The scent of pine and damp earth filled my nostrils as I gasped awake, my pulse hammering in my ears. My body trembled as I took in my surroundings. Tall trees loomed over me, their twisted branches forming jagged shapes against the starless sky.I wasn’t in my bed. I wasn’t in my house.I stood barefoot in the middle of the woods, my toes sinking into the wet soil. The night air bit at my skin, my thin pajamas offering no warmth. My breath came in short, panicked gasps as I turned in circles, searching for any sign of familiarity. Nothing. Only silence. An unnatural silence, as if the forest itself was holding its breath.A blackout. Again.The third one this week.Terror coiled around my ribs, squeezing tight. My hands shook as I pressed them against my temples, willing myself to remember. But my mind was empty—a vast, gaping void where my memories should have been. One moment, I had bee
Caitlyn’s POVThe storm outside raged as if the heavens themselves were at war. Thunder cracked through the sky, shaking the windows of my small bakery, while the rain pounded against the glass. It was the kind of night that made the hairs on my arms stand on end, though I knew deep down that it wasn’t the storm outside that unsettled me. It was the one brewing inside my home.Kane had barely slept since the last nightmare, and when he did, he woke up shaking, drenched in sweat, whispering things in a voice that wasn’t his. I had stayed by his side all night, but exhaustion clawed at my limbs. Even Raymond, who rarely showed concern openly, hovered nearby, eyes sharp with worry.And then there was Lily—my wolf—who had been restless ever since the rogue’s death. She paced in my mind, ears perked, sniffing at something I couldn’t see. It was as if an unseen force was pulling at her spirit, and she didn’t like it. Nei
Caitlyn’s POVThe nightmares started two nights after the rogue died in my bakery.At first, I thought Kane was just restless. But then, I noticed how his small body would jolt awake, drenched in sweat, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing was uneven, his golden eyes flickering with something I couldn’t place. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It was something more.“Mom,” Kane whispered one night, gripping my arm as I sat on the edge of his bed. His voice was hoarse, like he had been screaming in his sleep. “They keep calling my name.”A chill ran down my spine. “Who does, sweetheart?”“The wolves with glowing eyes.”My heart pounded. “Glowing eyes?” I repeated, brushing damp curls from his forehead.Kane nodded, his face pale under the dim light of the bedside lamp. “They stand in the dark, just watching me. But then they start whispering my name.
Caitlyn’s POVThe past few days had been a haze of slow recovery and unspoken words. Raymond was still healing, though his stubbornness made him a difficult patient. More than once, I had caught him trying to move around the house when he should have been resting. His pride wouldn’t allow him to admit weakness, even when his body screamed for respite. I had to scold him—sometimes gently, sometimes with more force—but it never fully stopped him.Kane and Jane had settled into our lives in a way that felt both unexpected and inevitable. Their presence filled the space between us with laughter and warmth. Jane’s boundless energy and innocent questions often made even the most serious moments feel lighter, while Kane’s quiet, watchful nature reminded me of Raymond in ways neither of them would ever admit.And yet, beneath it all, something still felt off—like the tension in the air before a storm breaks the sky apart.