The woods had always been a place for thinking.Nicklaus didn’t come to the forest for peace, he came for space. Although the quietness presently wasn’t comforting, not exactly. It was too alive, too watchful. Every creak of tree trunks, felt like he was been observed, but he pushed the thoughts away and and continued walking. His thought was centered on Eva.She wasn’t the same girl he had first met, willing to run away from her pack to avoid their mockeries. There was so much fear and uncertainty in her eyes back then. She looked too naive. Too weak, bruised. But she’d changed, bit by bit, hardened and honed.He had seen the changes in her, more clearly than she saw it in herself. The quiet strength building behind her words. The way she didn't flinched when he told her his story... everything, no half truths, no softening, she had just listened, no fright. No tears, just a long, thoughtful silence and that same soft steady gaze she showered him with.He hadn’t told her how muc
Eva's POV.The heavy steel door creaked open on a slow groan, and I stepped in.Nicklaus stood at the far end of the hall, shirtless, skin gleaming with sweat, knuckles bloodied from the heavy bag he’d been working like it owed him a life.His back was to me.“Didn’t I give an order?” he said, voice low and flat.“You did,” I said, stepping closer. “And I’m ignoring it.”He froze. I watched the muscles in his shoulders tense, then slowly relax.“I’m not in the mood, Eva.”“Well, too bad,” I said, folding my arms. “Because I didn’t come here for your mood. I came here for you, and I’m not leaving without answers.”He turned to face me then.And when he did… his eyes were still normal, but everything else about him looked hollow. Torn.“You shouldn’t be here.”“I need to be here.”Our stares locked, for a moment, neither of us moved. The weight of everything unsaid crackled between us like electricity.Then he looked away.“What do you want to hear?” he said bitterly. “That I’m not who
Eva's POV.I didn’t move.Couldn’t.His footsteps had vanished into the thick woods.Red, his eyes turned red.What the hell does that mean?My mind tried to rationalize, to explain it away, some side effect of shifting? Stress? Some bloodline thing I’d never learned? But no… I’d seen shifts my whole life. I’d watched every member of my pack change under a dozen full moons. I’d never seen eyes do that.Tonight too when everyone else was shifting, there was no trace of color change in their eyes. If there was, I could have concluded it to be a pack trait. But it wasn't.And Nicklaus, he was scared. At least he looked so.That terrified me more than anything.I stood up, almost on instinct. My legs still shaky, my heart trying to punch its way through my ribs. I stared at the woods, hoping, stupidly that he might come back. That maybe he’d realize I deserved answers. That I needed them.But all I got was silence.After what felt like eternity, it was finally the early hours of the morni
Eva's POV.The tears had stopped, but the ache hadn’t.I sat there, my knees hugged to my chest, as the moon’s reflection moved in the rippling stream like it was mocking me, the night was quiet now, the kind of quiet that lets your thoughts get louder, I hated that part the most, when your mind starts replaying every word, every stare, every truth you’ve tried to bury.She’s not one of us. She doesn’t even shift.They weren’t wrong.I’d tried to tell myself they didn’t matter, that I didn’t need their approval. But tonight, surrounded by a pack that was transforming under the full moon while I sat on the outside, I had never felt smaller.Eventually, I pushed myself up, limbs stiff, heart heavier than before. I shuffled over to the wooden bench near the water’s edge and sat, closing my eyes and breathed in the scent of earth and water.Maybe just five minutes, I told myself. Just a moment to feel like I’m not falling apart.And for a moment, I did feel safe.Until something moved be
Eva's POVThe evening was in full bloom and I was alone in the room.It was beginning to get suffocating, repeating the same process of the day always.So I decided to step out.The cold evening breeze washed over me and for the first time in what felt like days, I felt alive again.But I hadn’t walked more than a few yards before I noticed something strange.Everyone… was rushing.The streets, usually lazy and slow this time of day, were suddenly buzzing. Everyone hurrying in the same direction. Warriors. Mates. Even the older omegas who never left the kitchens. I paused, watching as people poured out of homes and buildings, heading toward the heart of the woods.Where were they going?A maid, Mila, I think her name was... brushed past me, nearly tripping on her hem.“Mila!” I called out, jogging to catch up.She turned, flushed and breathless, clearly in a rush.“My lady, oh, you're not ready yet?” she asked, confused.“Ready for what?” I frowned.Her brows shot up like I’d just tol
Eva's POV.It was past noon, and the house's silent, all over the house was so suffocating, I wanted to scream. The quiet wasn’t peaceful, it was stifling,I had been alone since Nicklaus slammed the door behind him last night, storming out of his training hall. Since he decided, again that the best way to deal with our disagreements was to run.And this time, he ran to them.His mistresses. His pretty little distractions. His poisonous comforts, women who didn’t ask questions, didn’t make demands, didn’t fight back when his anger rose like a storm tide, women who didn’t care about him, not the way I did.My fingers were tangled in my hair, half heartedly trying to make sense of the chaos there, but I kept losing focus. I sat on the large dressing chair in our bedroom, before the mirror. I hadn't opened the curtains fully; part of me didn’t want the sun to touch me today. It felt like undeserved warmth.I combed through my curls again. The bristles snagged near the roots, and I wince