Mag-log inHannah's POVBy the third time I saw the same black sedan, I stopped pretending it was a coincidence.Los Angeles wasn't Frostbite.People crossed paths all the time. Millions of people lived here. Seeing the same face twice wasn't unusual.Three times in one morning?That was different.I stood outside a coffee shop near the office, waiting for my order while pretending not to stare through the window.The sedan sat across the street.Parked.Engine running.Nothing suspicious about that on its own.What bothered me was the driver.Because he wasn't looking at traffic.He wasn't checking his phone.He wasn't drinking coffee.He was watching.Not me directly.The building.The sidewalk.The people moving in and out.Observing.Patiently.My instincts stirred uneasily.The wolf inside me didn't care about evidence.The wolf cared about patterns.And lately patterns kept appearing."Large black coffee."I grabbed the cup from the counter."Thanks."The moment I stepped outside, I glance
Hannah's POV Years ago, before everything changed, exhaustion would hit hard enough to drag me under whether I wanted it or not. Back then life had been simpler. Frostbite. Pack obligations. Training. Family. Problems I understood. Now life looked normal from the outside. A carefully built routine. But that didn't quiet a mind that had learned to recognize when something wasn't right. I stared at my ceiling. Two thirty-seven in the morning. Los Angeles lights filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows across my room. The city never truly slept. There was always movement somewhere. Sirens in the distance. Cars moving through intersections. People living lives I'd never know. Three years. Three years since I left. Three years of building something that belonged entirely to me. So why did it suddenly feel like the ground beneath my feet had shifted? I turned onto my side. Closed my eyes. Immediately saw him. Dark coat. Impossible stillness. E
Hannah's POV The alarm on my phone vibrated across the nightstand. 6:00 AM. I reached blindly toward the sound. Missed. Found it on the second try. It went silent. For a moment nothing moved. The city outside still existed. Cars. Distant sirens. Life already happening beyond walls and glass. Los Angeles never really slept. It shifted. Changed gears. Kept moving. I stared at the ceiling. Three years. Strange. Not because it felt long. Some days Frostbite felt like yesterday. Other days it felt like another life entirely. A different version of me. Someone younger. Sharper in certain ways. Softer in others. My phone buzzed again. Calendar notification. Work. Adult responsibilities. I pushed myself upright. My apartment sat quiet around me. One bedroom plus a bathroom. Small kitchen. Nothing expensive. Completely mine. No pack obligations. I wasn't the Alpha's sister here. No one checking where I was. At firs
✨ Author’s Note ✨We’ve come a long way together, and I want to thank every single one of you for reading, supporting, commenting, and staying with this story 💙But this isn’t the end…This marks the beginning of Book 2, where new secrets will unfold, old wounds will return, loyalties will be tested, and not everyone will walk away unchanged.If you thought the journey ended here… think again.Welcome to the next chapter of this story. Chapter 153 begins a brand-new phase, and I can’t wait to take this journey with you.Thank you for being here 💙****** Eric's POV Steel collided hard enough to send vibrations up my arm. Elias recovered faster this time, which was an improvement. Last month he would've lost his weapon already. Progress. Not enough. He came from the left. Too much commitment. Too much force. I pivoted. His strike cut through empty air. Mistake. My blade struck his wrist. Wood slipped from his hand. Hit dirt. Before he could recover my t
Epilogue 3 Elena’s POV Pregnancy, I learned very quickly… was not easy. It didn’t matter that I could bend steel without touching it. It didn’t matter that wolves twice my size still lowered their heads when I walked into a room. None of that mattered. Because somehow I had become the center of everyone’s attention. And I hated it. “Sit.” “I am sitting.” “Properly.” I exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I adjusted slightly on the cushioned seat in the sunlit room. My mother stood across from me, arms folded..........not harshly, but with that calm authority that had never needed to be loud. “I am sitting properly,” I repeated. Her gaze dropped pointedly to the way I had one leg tucked beneath me. I shifted. “There,” I said. She nodded once. Satisfied. I leaned back, letting the sunlight spill across my skin, one hand resting absently over the gentle curve of my stomach. It still felt unreal sometimes. I was going to be a mother. I wanted to be
Epilogue 2 Elena’s PO Morning settled gently over the capital. Light spilled across the city in soft gold, catching on rebuilt rooftops and the edges of steel that no longer looked like wreckage but. I stood on the balcony with my hands resting against the stone railing, watching the streets below come alive in a way that still felt new, even after months. Movement flowed differently now. Not scattered. Not tense. Purposeful. Wolves moved through the streets in quiet coordination.........patrols blending former rogues with pack warriors, conversations happening without suspicion lacing every word. There were still differences. Still edges that hadn’t fully smoothed over. But no fear. That was the difference. I exhaled slowly, letting the air fill my lungs as my gaze traced the far end of the district where a group of young wolves trained under the watch of two commanders.......one I recognized from Frostbite, the other from what used to be rogue territory. A year
Cain’s POV Frostbite operated on watchfulness. I felt it from the moment I stepped into the main hall that morning. Conversations didn’t stop when I entered but they shifted. Shoulders tightened. Eyes tracked. Not hostility. Assessment. The Alpha King stood near the central table, having a d
Cora’s POV The next morning, I almost didn’t go. I woke before dawn, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night over and over again. The laughter. The softness. The way the Queen looked at me like I was something fragile and precious all at once. It was easier fighting rogues. Emo
Cora’s POV I didn’t call them anything the next morning. Not Your Majesty. Not Alpha. Not anything that felt too heavy. And they didn’t push. That was the strangest part. I woke earlier than usual, restless energy crawling under my skin. The sky was still pale blue when I slipped out of my
Cora’s POV The dining hall had never felt so large. It was ridiculous, really. I had eaten here a hundred times before. Laughed here. Fought here. Thrown bread at Hannah here. Sat across from Eric while he pretended not to watch me like I was the only person in the room. But tonight it felt li







