POV: Darrell WilliamsEverything I had thought about what had happened the night Ivory was taken away began to shift. I'm not sure if I did the right thing in banishing Ivory now, but I used to. Realizing that I wasn't as right as I thought is like my entire universe is collapsing. I was positive I had chosen wisely for a long time, but with every new piece of information, my perspective is changing, and it's perplexing.As I dug deeper into what happened that awful night, doubts started creeping in. Was I too proud to see the truth? The idea scared me.What if I wrongly banished an innocent person just to save face for the pack? That thought weighed heavily on me, almost overwhelming.But I couldn't ignore the unsettling truths surfacing. No matter how scary it was, I had to face our past for Ivory's sake and the pack's honor.Was I a fool, easily swayed by those with selfish agendas? The thought made me bristle with frustration. As Alpha, I was supposed to embody our pack's strength
POV: Jeremy Williams.Though I knew better, I was unable to stop listening. There are a lot of secrets being kept from me, I've felt since Dad brought me to the pack area. And I might have found something today that will completely transform everything."Alpha, are you sure it's a good idea to keep looking?" Through the study door came a harsh voice I recognized as Hardin's. "Too deep a dig could have disastrous results.""I have to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be," Dad said, his voice firm. "The events around Ivory's exile have affected too many lives."The name Ivory sent my heart thumping. The enigmatic woman who, from our first encounter in the human realm, had piqued my curiosity. There was a draw toward her that I couldn't put my finger on."What if the truth irreparably harms your relationships with people closest to you?" Hardin pressed her. It is better to bury some truths.I leaned in closer, my wolf ears straining to pick up every syllable, as an uncomfortab
POV: JennaDarrel's unwavering concentration on clearing Ivory eroded my position in the pack with every day that went by. The respect was vanishing from the air, my power disintegrating like a lost artifact. I could almost taste it.The more strongly I objected, the more determined Darrel was in his fixation and completely unaware of the impending disaster. Did he not see the destruction his careless quest for "truth" may cause?I was the future Luna, his partner and mate. But he ignored my advice as readily as he would have brushed away dust. I was deeply burned by the emasculation and disdain.In one terrible fell swoop, generations of efforts to preserve order may collapse if his work went unchecked. It was too late not to act decisively.Trying to reason and beg got me nowhere. Maybe Darrel needed a stronger hand to save himself and keep the ranks together. Breathed steadily, I decided and got my plans started.First, a covert rendezvous with Hardin, the one person who could mak
POV: Mia.Watching my closest friend Ivory gradually become enmeshed in the seemingly never-ending inquiry into her history was like watching her sink in pain. Every insight just served to drive her farther into the gloomy depths of hopelessness, not to offer clarity.Her lovely features were marked by the toll: her cheeks hollowed from hunger, her eyes smeared purple. Her normally vivacious personality grew less and less each day.She had slipped totally out of my grasp, so I realized I had to act. It was time to pay it forward. Ivory had been my lifeline throughout my own worst moments.Once inside her little cabin, I saw her bent over the old desk, her forehead furrowed as she worked through a never-ending pile of papers and notes. She was so focused in her search that she didn't notice me right away.I said, "Working yourself into an early grave," and settled down on the worn couch. Ivory gasped, staring owlishly, then sank her shoulders in surrender. Well. You are it."Don't so
POV: Callum Wells.Years passed as the itch progressively turned into an unquenchable thirst that ate up all of my conscious thoughts. It had come time at last to quench that nagging desire for retribution.I felt both twisted delight and white-hot wrath watching from the shadows as Ivory Wells resolutely revealed the dirty truth about her exile from the pack. It was disgusting to see her slink about, always the victim, and not see her responsibility. Had I only had her banished rather than put to death all those years ago, she ought to have been thanking me. Naturally, though, Ivory never knew when to restrain her conceit or blustery pride.Ultimately, her stubborn blindness was what started the catastrophic events of seven years ago and brought such disastrous results tumbling down on her. Now, as she laboriously sought the last shards of the truth, I would be waiting to force her to face her biggest transgression.It had all begun with the tiniest crack in our family relationship
POV: Ivory Wells.My mind hammered, the continuous pounding beating time with the bouncing ideas that would not let me have a moment of quiet. After yet another night of idly staring at the disorganized papers and files strewn across my desk, bone-deep fatigue bit me.I knew the solutions were buried in those damning papers, the jigsaw pieces that would at last bring the whole picture into clarity. However I organized the truth's pieces, important pieces were always absent, the whole picture permanently hidden.A shocking insight struck me like a stray wave on the shore, just as I thought my stupid pride and stubbornness would make me oblivious to what was in front of me. I had assumed for all of this time that Darrel Williams was entirely responsible for what had happened to me when I was banished from the pack. I had without a second thought thrown my suffering, my exile, my entire reason for being in the ordinary world squarely on his shoulders.What if, though, I had been seein
POV: Darrell Willams.With deadly accuracy, the blade whistled past my ear, a metal haze cutting through the quiet of the night. Throwing myself into a forward roll, instinct took over and the knife's sharp edge found grip in the tree trunk inches from where my head had been.I looked frantically around the treeline, chest heaving, for the would-be killer. But the woodland remained a spooky haven of darkness and quiet, the only sound coming through the emptiness was my labored breathing.Pulling the knife carefully out of the bark, I looked at the workmanship with disinterested bewilderment. This wasn't just any steel; it was a ceremonial hunting sword made of silver bolstered with wolf's bane that could stop even an alpha's quick healing.That could only indicate that my unidentified attacker came from among our species.More than any weapon, the realization froze me to the bone. Though it seemed some of my reliable inner circle wanted those secrets forever buried, I had long felt th
POV: Jeremy Willams.I was hammering through the forest, my breath coming out in jerky gasps and every nerve-ending tingling with that familiar rush of adrenaline and danger just out of sight. But under the shaded trees this time, there was no innocent game of hide-and-seek. There were answers to the most basic questions about my very existence calling from the other side of this dreadfully serious quest.Just enough phantom light to guide me to the remote cabin came from lunar wisps that seeped through the canopy. My sanctuary, or rather, our sanctuary right now. Though the task tonight was serious, the illicit joy that came with that secret acknowledgment made my pulse thump.Finally, the modest farm emerged from the shadows, its windows beaming with a warm welcome. I eased to a comfortable pace and took the time to just take in the feeling of community that came from that little home.How odd to consider that the sight of a straightforward wood and glass construction could arouse s