WREN’S POV
I woke up to a loud bang on the door, someone trying to bring it down. I groaned, wanting to go back to sleep, then realized my hands were inside my pants, and I was having a very wet dream. I scrambled from the bed with wide eyes, staring around. I was back at the pack, and the usual routine must be continued. The sun was already out. SHIT! I’m doomed before the day even begins. Making my way to the door, I opened it to see Piper on the other side, holding a large jug in her hand. Before I could react, she poured it all over me. The water was freezing, biting into my skin. She was seething, her face red with anger and hatred. She looked terrifying, like her wolf was about to break free. “Who gave you the fucking right to lock the door? Do you think this is your house?” she screamed, her voice hoarse but sharp. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry” I stammered, shivering as the water seeped through my shirt to my skin. “Fuck your apology!” She sneered, throwing the jug against my chest. “Don’t forget your fucking place. The sun is out before you today, don't let that happen again or you won’t like what I’ll do to you.” She stormed away and I followed, knowing I didn’t have the liberty to go back and change or even brush my teeth. That would just earn me another round of wicked confrontations and one dose was more than enough. I made it to the kitchen and started making breakfast for everyone, trying hard to remember who was allergic to what and which table needed which casserole. It was tedious, working in a cold, wet shirt with messy hair and bad breath. As soon as I finished, another maid came and summoned me to my mother’s room. I hadn’t seen her since dinner yesterday. She hadn’t looked like herself then so I left her alone. Besides, Piper was there. Why would she send for me now, knowing I was working? I cleaned my hands and headed to her room, trying to smooth my hair into something presentable. She hated when I didn’t dress up around her, and I knew she’d have something to say about how I looked. I knocked on the door, waiting for a moment before stepping inside. Piper was there, along with a man who looked like a doctor, standing beside my mother’s bed. My heart dropped. She looked worse than I’d imagined. Her skin was pale, her eyes pale and shadowed and dark veins ran beneath her skin like a map of grief. Rushing toward her, I tried to take a closer look, desperate to figure out what was wrong as a nurse but she flinched away from me. I didn’t let the sting of rejection show even after noticing how Piper held her other hand protectively as if I wasn’t worthy of touching her. I forced a smile and straightened up, stepping away from the bed and refusing to meet Piper’s smug gaze. The doctor finished what he was doing and turned to me. “You’re Wren?” he asked, tilting his head. He looked young and unfamiliar. I’d never seen him in the pack before. When did he start working here? Where was he from? What were his qualifications? Why wasn’t the pack physician here? “Yes. And you are?” I asked in the same breath, only to hear Piper growl low in warning. Of course, I’d overstepped. “I’m Doctor James” he extended his hand, shaking mine briefly. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked softly, trying to suppress the panic building in my chest. She doesn’t look good. The doctor hesitated glancing between my mother and Piper before speaking. “Lunara’s Blight” he answered with a heavy tone. My heart skipped. Lunara’s Blight. The illness was rare and only whispered about in pack histories as a sickness tied to grief, loneliness and the weight of loss. Or the loss of a wolf. It wasn’t physical but emotional. A werewolf’s bond with their wolf becoming fragile or breaking entirely. Without treatment it left the wolf dormant and the person weak till they died. When I heard of it when I was younger I was glad I didn’t have a wolf. Of course that was stupid. Every werewolf needs a wolf. “She’s been under immense stress” The doctor continued. “The symptoms worsen if the emotional state isn’t addressed. Her wolf… it’s slipping away.” I looked at my mother, who turned her face to the wall as if ashamed. She was intentionally doing it to herself because she has lost her mate. She didn’t want to live anymore. Then why did she agree to marry the alpha in the first place? “Why wasn’t I told sooner?” I whispered in a thin voice filled with emotions. “Because there’s nothing you can do. You left her here all alone. Just like always.” Piper scoffed. The door was pushed open without knocking, a figure entered the room with a commanding presence. I felt a shiver racing down my spine as he raised his head and stared at everyone in the room with bottomless sharp eyes. He looks nothing like Piper. She definitely got her looks from her mother. Alpha Ronan is a tall man and masculine in every sense. He has the most beautiful set of golden eyes I have ever seen. Like aged whiskey under the sun. I was startled as the heaviness of his gaze landed on me. My heart stuttered in my chest and I instinctively stepped back, bumping into the wall behind me. Alpha Ronan's presence was overwhelming. "How is she?" He turned his attention to the doctor, his voice cutting through the room with power. Like a true alpha. . "She’s suffering from Lunara’s Blight, Alpha. The symptoms are advanced” Doctor James straightened, his posture rigid under the Alpha's scrutiny. "And what are you doing about it?" The Alpha’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as he processed everything. "I’ve started her on the treatments we have available but this illness..." The doctor hesitated, glancing toward my mother. "She needs more than medicine." Alpha Ronan’s golden eyes flickered toward my mother, softening for a fraction of a second before hardening again. Then his gaze snapped to me, pinning me in place. "And you? What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice low but laced with authority. I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. Piper was the one who answered for me, her tone dripping with contempt. "She’s just here to gawk like always." Alpha Ronan’s eyes narrowed slightly and for a moment, I thought he was going to dismiss me entirely. Instead, he turned to the doctor. I definitely look comical right now. "Do what you can. I’ll handle the rest." He commanded. Doctor James nodded quickly then started gathering his tools and headed for the door without looking back. I stepped aside to let him pass, my pulse still racing. "Leave us” Alpha Ronan to me without looking at me. I hesitated, glancing at my mother, who wouldn’t meet my eyes. Piper’s smug expression practically burned into the side of my face as I turned and walked out of the room feeling rejected. She wants so bad to remove me from the little family they made while I was away and it hurts so much. I didn’t leave though. I stayed outside until Piper stomped out of the room, she didn’t see me behind the door so she walked down the corridor growling about killing me. I shrunk deeper behind the door. Alpha Ronan walked out next and watched me with those eyes that made me shiver with both fear and desire. “Pack up your bags. We are going to an island in five hours. Your mother will explain everything to you” He said coolly then left just like that.RONAN’S POV When the cabin door closed behind me, the silence felt suffocating. I should have gone straight to bed, but my body was tense, wired with something I didn’t want to name because it doesn’t have a fucking name. Instead, I paced. The living room was dimly lit witfthe faint scent of saltwater lingering in the air from when she had walked in. She reeked of the ocean, of wind and loneliness and something about it gnawed at me. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly. This was ridiculous.this is something I never would have expected from myself. I don’t have feelings but something about those haunting eyes makes me feel tinge of emotions. I turned on my heel and strode into my bedroom. The sheets were untouched. I hadn’t even bothered lying down earlier. I’d just been sitting there, waiting watching the clock tick past one then two then three. When had I become the kind of man who waited? I shook my head and moved toward the bathroom, stripping off
WREN’S POV The needle buzzed against my skin in sharp and steay move, the pain more of a sting than anything unbearable. It was almost grounding me. A welcome distraction from the storm brewing inside me. “I still can’t believe you’re actually doing this” Camille sat beside me, her chin propped up on her palm as she watched with an amused expression. “What, you thought I was bluffing?” I smirked through the pain. Ever since I had Ashley, my pain tolerance has been high. “I don’t know. You’ve been acting kind of reckless lately” She sheugged I scoffed at that. I don’t know why Camille feels like an old friend. “Lately?” Camille’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You’re really upset about Alpha Ronan, huh?” The name hit me like a slap. I hadn’t said it out loud all morning. Hadn’t let myself think about him the way I really wanted to. But here Camille was, laying it all out in front of me. “I’m fine” I muttered, eyes fixed on the artist’s hands i
WREN’s POV The salty breeze wrapped around me as my feet pounded against the damp sand. The sun hung lazily in the sky casting golden light over the waves that crashed and curled along the shore. This place was beautiful and I’m sure I’ll miss it so much when we leave. Running had always been my escape when my mind felt too cluttered, when emotions I didn’t want to deal with threatened to drown me, when the weight of Ronan’s indifference pressed too heavily on my chest. When the mating bond persists but he is still undisturbed. My wolf stirred, her presence brushing against me as if to remind me she was still here and still restless and still aching for something we both knew we couldn’t have. Having a wolf makes this yearning worse. It wasn’t this stormy then. I pushed harder focusing on the burn in my muscles and the rhythm of my breath with the way my hair whipped behind me in the wind. But no matter how fast I ran, the thoughts followed. Where had Ronan gone this
WREN’S POV I woke up to an ache behind my eyes, a dull and throbbing weight pressing down on my skull that made it feel twice as heavy. My face felt stiff, my skin tight and when I rubbed a hand over my cheek, I realized it was swollen. Puffy. I blinked against the morning light with confusion curling through me. Had I been… crying? Why was I even crying in the first place? I’m not usually a cryer like this. What on earth is happening to me? I didn’t remember doing it. I didn’t remember the tears or the sobs but it was obvious I had spent a great deal of time breaking apart in my sleep. Maybe I should stop getting drunk because it is a bad image of me. I hope I didn’t do it in front of Alpha Ronan. A bitter scoff left my lips as I sat up. Pathetic. Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled toward the bathroom with my body still weighed down with exhaustion. The reflection staring back at me was worse than I expected. My eyes were slightly red and puffy and my lips were ch
WREN’S POV The walk back to the cabin felt endless. The music and laughter of the party faded into the background and then it was swallowed by the crash of waves and the rustling of palm leaves in the night breeze. My feet dragged against the sand, exhaustion creeping into my bones but it wasn’t the kind of exhaustion that sleep could fix. It was deeper and heavier like something clawing at my chest desperate to be let out. The fact that sometimes I don’t even know what to think right now. They are all jumbled up. And that beautiful she-Wolf who no doubt has a prettier werewolf form said something about next time. I hate her. Ronan walked beside me and as usual he was silent as ever with his steps dominant. I didn’t dare look at him. Not after what had just happened. Not after the way he had called me no one in front of that she-wolf, as if I was nothing more than a passing shadow in his life. My throat burned and my stomach twisted painfully. I was. A stepdaughter he did
WREN’S POV The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care. I picked out a bikini that complimented my auburn hair perfectly. It is a deep emerald green with delicate gold accents that shimmered faintly in the light. The color made my hair look like it was aflame, glowig like the embers of a dying fire. Over it, i slipped on a sheer white sarong that tied at my waist, teasing just enough to be alluring without overdoing it. I debated putting on makeup but eventually, I decided against it. The natural flush of my cheeks, the freckles dusting my nose and the bright gleam in my eyes would do just fine. It was a beach party, after all. Who needed layers of concealer when the salty air and ocean breeze would ruin it within minutes? Not tha I’m perfect with makeup anyway.