LOGINTHIRD PERSON Standing on the left side of the room was Councilman Vance, his hands bound in heavy iron anti-wolf cuffs, guarded by two stern warriors. Next to him sat Tristan, bruised, disheveled, and staring blankly at the floor in defeat.On the right side of the room stood Trenton and Aria, holding hands tightly. Their fingers were locked together so fiercely that their knuckles were white, but the warmth of their touch flowed freely between them, healing the long weeks of cold separation. Luna Helen stood proudly right behind them.Alpha Lockwood stood at the head of the chamber, his grand velvet cape draped over his broad shoulders, his presence dominating the entire space."Members of the High Council," Alpha Lockwood began, his booming voice echoing off the high stone ceiling like thunder. "We are gathered here tonight to put an end to a long, ugly campaign of lies, deceit, and treason that has threatened the very heart of the Winterridge pack."The elders shifted uncomfortabl
THIRD PERSON The freezing autumn wind whipped through Aria’s long hair, but she barely felt the biting cold against her cheeks. Her chest heaved with ragged, desperate gasps as she stood outside the dark, empty greenhouse. The terrifying words of Tristan’s text message danced in front of her eyes like glowing coals, burning into her mind. You have three days left. Let's see if your bond survives them.Her fingers shook violently as she unlocked her phone screen, searching for her contacts. She didn't call Trenton again, knowing his line was completely dead. Instead, she dialed her mother, Luna Helen.The phone rang once, twice, and then Helen's worried voice cut through the receiver. "Aria? Where are you? Did you find anything?""Mom! Listen to me!" Aria cried out, her voice breaking into a terrified sob. She gripped the phone with both hands, pressing it hard against her ear. "It's Trenton! Tristan set a trap for him at the southern entrance! Commander Vance and a whole squad of gua
THIRD PERSON The cold autumn wind howled against the glass windows of the Alpha's grand study, rattling the heavy frames as if something outside wanted to break inside. The room was dark, lit only by the warm, flickering glow of a single brass lamp sitting on the large mahogany desk.Alpha William Lockwood stood by the window, his broad shoulders heavy with exhaustion, staring out into the dark shadows of the courtyard. Behind him, Luna Helen paced slowly across the Persian rug, her footsteps muffled by the thick wool. Her face was pale, and her hands were clasped tightly together in front of her chest.Sitting across from them in a wooden chair was Aria. Her amber eyes were wide with stress, and in her trembling hand, she held the fake council summons demanding her immediate exile to the eastern mountain sanctuary."It's a trap," Aria said, her voice shaking slightly in the quiet room. "I know it is. The dates on this summons match up perfectly with the exact days Trenton is schedul
THIRD PERSON The harsh white light of the desk lamp buzzed quietly, casting long, sharp shadows across the wooden surface of Aria’s dorm room. The room was freezing, but Aria did not feel the cold. Her fingers were locked around the edge of the paper, trembling so badly that the official council document rattled softly in the quiet air.She stared down at the peculiar handwriting on the page, tracing the strange, hooked shape of the letter 's' with her eyes."Maya," Aria whispered into the empty room, her voice sounding breathless and small.The handwriting did not belong to Officer Miller, the guard who had filed the false report against Trenton. It belonged to Maya. Aria’s mind raced as the terrifying puzzle pieces locked together with a sickening click. Maya hadn't just been typing notes in an office; she had been forging official pack documents, slipping false evidence into council files, and helping Tristan build the massive web of lies that had gotten Trenton banished.Aria gra
THIRD PERSON The heavy oak door of the small storage shed behind the stables was bolted tight from the inside. Outside, the cold autumn wind howled across the Winterridge pack grounds, rattling the loose metal roof tiles and casting long, flickering shadows through the dusty windowpanes.Inside, the room was dim and quiet, smelling sharply of old leather, dried cedar, and rain.Aria stood frozen in the center of the room, her hands pressed tightly against her mouth to hold back a sob. Just a few inches away stood Trenton. His broad shoulders were tense, his dark hair was slightly messy, and his amber eyes shone with a raw, painful mix of anger and sorrow. The council’s banishment order was less than an hour old, and he was being forced to pack his bags and leave Winterridge before sunset."They can't do this," Aria whispered, her voice breaking as fresh tears spilled over her eyelashes and ran down her pale cheeks. "Trenton, they are physically pushing you out of our home. Every sing
THIRD PERSONThe heavy brass clock inside the Alpha’s grand hallway ticked slowly, its loud, metallic sound echoing through the empty room like a countdown. Outside, the night sky was dark and heavy, choked with thick gray clouds that hid the moon.Inside the bright, warm study, the atmosphere was freezing.Trenton stood near the large mahogany desk, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles looked like white stones. His chest heaved with angry breaths, and his amber eyes burned with a furious, restless fire. Just a few feet away, Alpha Lockwood sat heavily in his leather chair, holding a thick folder filled with official council papers. His face was pale, and deep lines of worry carved themselves into his forehead."They are saying what?" Trenton shouted, his voice cracking with sheer disbelief as he glared down at his father. "They are claiming I abused my authority as future Alpha? That I physically attacked a guard at the south gate just to force my way through?
Aria.“You… poisoned me…” I whispered, feeling a coil wrapping around me tightly, suffocating me.I slumped on the floor, blood already dripping down my mouth and nose.“Of course.” He laughed coldly, staring down at me like I was something unworthy. “You really believed that I was going to have so
Aria.“Trenton Lockwood!!!”The cheers of the students and the cheerleading squad echoed through Winterridge University’s hockey arena, pom-poms waving in the air.Trenton Lockwood, the golden son of Alpha Liam Lockwood, the future pack leader, my stepbrother, skated through the ice, every stride p
Aria's POVEven from where I stood, I still couldn’t understand why Trenton was staring at me with such suspicion. That look wasn’t just terrifying—it was horrifying. This was the first time he had ever looked at me that way.Even though the scene refused to leave my mind, I decided to brush it off
Trenton's POVCoach Damien raised his voice over the cheering. “Listen up, everyone!” The rink went silent before he continued. “For the championship qualifiers, the player representing Winterridge…” He paused. “Trenton Blackwood.”“Congratulations, man,” Lucien—my best friend—pulled me into a side







