Mag-log inAlpha Louis and Alpha Jackson replaced Alpha Corey and Alpha Bradley on the Werewolf Council. A tidbit of information for anyone who read "Tangled Secrets - Taming Mr. Vittori".
OCTAVIA. Hours slipped by in a haze of exhaustion, tension, and relentless determination.The clearing never truly quieted. Warriors and investigators continued combing through every inch of the scene beneath harsh portable lights, even long after they had carefully transported the girl’s body back to the pack for identification.The forest glowed in cold white beams as evidence markers dotted the ground like tiny warning signs. No one wanted to miss anything.Not after this.Forensic teams collected fibers from the bark where the girl had been pinned. Soil samples. Blood samples. Trace residue from the blackened demonic magic staining the clearing. Every footprint was photographed before being cast. Every broken branch was catalogued.The smell of damp earth and blood clung stubbornly to the air.Storm hated it, and so did I.Back at the packhouse, the tech team had converted one of the conference rooms into a command center. Screens lined the walls, displaying maps, timelines, and
OCTAVIA. The world tunneled until everything around me blurred into insignificance. The trees. The warriors. The cold night air scraping against my skin. None of it mattered.All I could see was the girl pinned to the tree.Blood dripped slowly from the iron spikes embedded through her wrists, pattering softly onto dead leaves below in a rhythmic sound that immediately made my stomach turn. The metallic scent saturated the clearing so heavily it coated the back of my throat, thick and nauseating. The smell of fear clung to her skin too, sharp and sour, as if terror itself had soaked into her bones before she died.For one horrifying heartbeat, I thought it was June.The resemblance hit like a punch to the chest. Similar build. Similar hair. Young enough that the sight of her made something maternal and savage rise violently inside me. Panic exploded through my veins.I stumbled forward so fast my knees slammed hard into the damp earth beneath her. Mud soaked instantly into my jeans,
OSRIC. I stayed close to my assigned group as we moved through the dark woods and along the quiet stretch of road that led away from the college.It still felt strange to be here.Not in the sense that I did not belong—at least not entirely—but because of how oddly welcoming everyone had been. When I first arrived at the packhouse, plenty of wolves looked at me as if they expected me to sprout horns and rip someone’s throat out. I could not exactly blame them for that. I was a demon. A real one. Not the watered-down version people told stories about around campfires.There was wariness. Suspicion.But then Luna Octavia and Alpha Roman vouched for me, which had changed everything.Not immediately. Wolves were too smart for blind trust. But little by little, they stopped looking at me like I was a bomb waiting to explode. Some nodded when they passed me in the hall. Others included me in conversations or handed me a coffee without being asked. Small things. Tiny things.But they matter
OCTAVIA. The moment the line went dead, the world narrowed to a single, pounding truth. Alpha Richard done fucked up by taking one of our pack members.The air in Roman’s office felt too tight, like it was pressing in on my lungs. Storm paced inside me, her fire rolling and snapping, furious and focused on equal measure. She wasn’t panicking, neither was I, but the restraint it took not to burn the walls down around us was staggering.“Roman,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “We need to move now.”He didn’t hesitate. He never did. His arm tightened around my waist for just a breath before he stepped forward, already shifting into Alpha mode. Orders came fast and sharp, each one landing with purpose.“Brock—mobilize trackers. I want noses on every route between the campus and Carrie’s house.”“Demetrius—pull traffic cams and street feeds. Anywhere she could’ve passed.”“James—get the perimeter teams ready. We’re expanding the boundary outward.”They moved instantly. No questions
ROMAN.“So, what are the plans for tonight?” Brock asked, tossing me the tennis ball.I caught it without looking, leaning back in my chair as Demetrius and James trash-talked their way through a high-stakes game of darts on the other side of the room. It was the first calm we’d had in days. No alarms, no emergencies, no one bleeding out. And my office felt almost… normal. Which was rare enough to savor.I couldn't help but slowly grin as I checked the time.“I’ve got a date planned,” I said.Brock nearly choked on his drink. “A fancy date?”“Fancy,” I confirmed, throwing the ball back.James looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “You’re taking her somewhere good?”“Better than good,” I said.Because tonight wasn’t just dinner. It was something I’d put thought into—something meant to give Octavia a night away from the weight of destiny and grief and responsibility.“Thalassa Rose,” I told them, and Brock let out a low whistle.Thalassa Rose wasn’t just a restaurant—it was a whole expe
OCTAVIA. We spent a little while in the office, getting to know Osric. Having never known a demon, at least a legitimate one, I wanted to learn about them. Honestly, the entire thing was fascinating. I had questions. A lot of them. Osric didn’t get offended, nor did he tire of answering them.He surprised me by not bristling or deflecting. He didn’t grow weary of my curiosity. Instead, he answered each one with quiet patience. Sometimes, he considered how best to explain something that had been his reality for centuries but was completely foreign to us.“Demons are not all the same,” he told us. “That is where many people get it wrong.”We listened with rapt attention as he explained the distinctions.The biggest difference in demons was whether they were born as one or made into one after death. Natural-born ones were never human or another species like us. They included incubi, succubi, imps, djinn, and cambions. They were born and raised in the demonic realm. Not to mention that th
OSRIC.I wasn’t surprised that King Lezdeus disappeared when he realized that he was losing. The moment the tide turned, the moment his army became more corpse than force, he vanished. He went first before the others joined him.There was no doubt that he would return. Tyrants like him never accepte
OCTAVIA. The battle swelled around us. Smoke and ash filled the air, burning my lungs with every breath.The ground trembled beneath Storm’s movements. The vibrations rattled her bones with each strike against an enemy. Their screams blended with the roar of her Phoenix fire until the sounds became
OCTAVIA.For a heartbeat, I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me. The battlefield was utter chaos. Across from us was a demon who was tearing through his own kind.Not wildly.Not frenzied like the others.But with precision, with purpose.He maneuvered around the battlefield with the meti
ROMAN. I’ve had plenty of nightmares in my life. Some common. Some downright terrifying. Even added up together didn’t come close to what we were facing right this moment. Rows after rows of demons who were staring at us like we were their next meal. Perhaps that was what they thought we’d become,







