MasukHannah'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
Cora's POV I wake slowly. The first thing I notice is the light. Gentle, golden, spilling through the windows of the room. My body feels heavy, still aching from the fight, but the worst of the pain has dulled. My muscles tremble as I shift slightly, testing each limb. Then I notice her. Sitti
Cora's POV I wake slowly. The forest is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels earned rather than empty. For a long moment, I stay still, afraid that if I move, everything will come crashing back at once. Pain is there—but muted. I sit up with a hiss, muscles trembling under the effort. My body f
Cora's POV: Morning comes quietly in the forest. No bells. No voices. No pack calling me home. I wake curled against the base of a massive oak, leaves pressed into my cheek, the earth cold beneath my spine. For one terrifying second, I forget where I am—then the ache in my chest reminds me. Th
Cain's POV: The pain hits me like a blade to the chest. I’m awake instantly, gasping, my hand clawing at my sternum as if I can tear the sensation out of my body. My heart is racing, pounding so hard it drowns out every other sound. The room is dark, quiet,but inside me, something is screaming.







