ISLA'S POVThe waitress looked at me with one brow raised, then sat down and smiled. She seemed friendly, maybe even a little too accommodating. Glancing toward the other tables to make sure nobody else wasn't listening, she leaned in slightly."There was a mass murder last night. Twenty-seven wolves killed," she said, lowering her voice. "This morning, Alpha Dexter announced that his Beta, Dustin, was behind it. But honestly, I don't think he did it. My guess is there was a fallout between the Alpha and the Beta, and now the Alpha's out for blood. Which means the real killer is still out there... and the Pinewood pack just lost its best defender."She looked down at the table, clearly troubled."Why do you think your Alpha's wrong?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to trust him?""You don't sound like you're from around here," she replied."I'm not. I've been travelling, looking for somewhere peaceful to settle down. Thought maybe
ISLA'S POV"Don’t worry. I drive a sports car. If I'm fast enough, I can catch up with him and find a way to convince him to join us. We have to remember that he cares about his people. He just needs to remove the obstacles between him and them. If we can guarantee the safety of those who stand with him, he'll join us," I said to Zordon."We need to think this through. What if they stand against us? What if we have no choice but to get rid of them? We need to consider all the options," he replied."I know, and I'll figure something out. But I need you to trust me to make the right decision. I won't bring him in if he poses a threat to our kingdom or our people," I assured him."I trust you to do right by the pack. That shouldn't even be a question. I know you'll do what's best for the people. I have to check on Daisy now. Take care of yourself. I hear things are rough in the Pinewood pack. Stay safe, and call me at the first sign of trouble," he said."Yes, Alpha," I replied.The line
ZORDON'S POVI spoke to Isla once more, and she said she was on her way back home. I had hoped she was bringing Dustin with her. I saw things from her point of view, and she was right. We needed him on our side. We needed everyone Dexter sent away. It would be easier to convince them if they held a grudge.I walked out of my room and sighed. After that argument with Daisy, I wasn't sure she would want to see me. But I decided to try. I didn't want her with me just because of a contract anymore. No, she was more than that to me. She meant more. She had sacrificed her life for mine, something no one had ever done before. I'd asked her to run, but she stayed and fought for me, even though it was her first time on a real battlefield.Too many thoughts crowded my mind, and then the ugliest one resurfaced. The witch would take her price. I decided then that I wouldn't get intimate with her in any way. I couldn't get Daisy pregnant, only for her to lose the baby.I headed to the gym. I had
ZORDON'S POV“You will do nothing, Zordon. Mistakes happen. We don't even know how they managed this, but you keep forgetting that we're dealing with a pack that's made a deal with witches. They're capable of anything. You can't punish someone for something they weren't expecting," Daisy reprimanded me."It's their job to expect everything. I pay them to protect this pack from all kinds of attacks, and if they can't do that, then what good are they to me? I can't take this risk! This is war, and we're not even prepared for it! How am I supposed to deal with Dexter if this keeps happening?" I said, struggling to control my anger."Dexter is a coward. That's why he's attacking like this. We still have the upper hand," she said."No, we don't. He's shown he has no limits, and he'd rather kill you than see you with anyone else. I'm not letting that happen. Go to your room while I handle this," I told her."No! I'm not a child you can just send to her room when the tough conversations happ
ISLA'S POVI jumped out of the car and headed to my own. Dustin and I had talked, and he'd agreed to come with me—he didn't really have anywhere else to go.He wasn't sure where he'd sleep that night, and with the Pinewood pack after him, there was no place safer than the Deathclaw mansion. It was the only place he could truly be protected. He didn't know the way to our pack, so I had to lead him there.The ride was long. I kept glancing in my rearview mirror, making sure he was still behind me. My phone rang, but I couldn't answer it. I knew it was someone from the pack checking in.Stefan didn't have my number, but Zordon might have given it to him. I smiled at the thought of Stefan waiting up for me. I wouldn't be home until midnight, and knowing he was awake, waiting—it made my heart race.When we finally pulled into the pack-yard, I didn't stop. I drove straight to the mansion.Once I reached the house, I parked in the garage, and Dustin followed suit. As we walked to the front d
ZORDON'S POVThe sun hung high in the sky, but I wasn't ready to get out of bed. I just wanted to sleep in. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option. The press was going to find out what happened — it was only a matter of time before they came looking for answers.I didn't know what today would bring. I didn't know what Dexter had planned. I didn't know what to expect. He always had too many tricks up his sleeve. At this point, there was nothing I could do.I lay there, groaning. I didn't understand what was happening anymore. I started to wonder if holding on to Daisy was worth all this chaos. It wasn't that I questioned her worth—she was everything. But was my love for her worth all this? That was the question.I groaned again and rolled to the other side of the bed.A knock came at the door. I groaned louder and threw a pillow over my head.The knock came again. I sat up."Someone better be dying," I yelled."Alpha," the messenger replied through the door, "Beta Isla has requested your
ZORDON'S POVI stood there in her arms, like a desperate child just longing to be held and loved. My wolf howled in disagreement, rejecting every thought running through my mind. I pulled away from the hug and looked at her. She was still as beautiful as the first day I laid eyes on her. There were no words to describe how I felt—it was as though a part of me that had been frozen for so long was finally beginning to thaw."I'm sorry for showing up unannounced," Liv said softly. "I heard what happened at and needed to make sure you were okay. I know I ran off and things got messy, but I'm here now. I want to stay. You know how good I am in battle—you'll need me in this war. And honestly, this is the only way I know how to keep you safe.""I'm just glad you're back, Liv," I said. "You don't know how relieved I am to see you, to talk to you, to hold you. But you've got to tell me why you've waited so long to come home." I took her hand and led her to the study.I had two hours before my
DAISY'S POV I was out of breath when he pulled away. But he didn't stop there. He lifted me off my feet, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He set me down on his study table and tugged my hips closer. My eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants, but he touched my chin and tilted my gaze back up to meet his. "My eyes are up here," he said with a soft chuckle, kissing my nose. "What's all this about?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. "I needed a reminder of why I chose you," he said. "This is about her, isn't it? The woman who was here when I walked in?" I asked, gently pushing him away as I stepped down from the table. I had overheard their argument while waiting for the right moment to step in. I didn't know her—he never mentioned her. But it was clear she meant something to him. I just didn't know how much. "It has nothing to do with her. She's not as importa
DAISY'S POVAlpha Godfrey was standing there, looking at me through marble-black eyes that shone like laser beams.My claws stayed out, my body ready to strike, but something inside me needed to know.I took a slow step forward, my voice steady despite the storm churning in my chest."Why?" I asked him. "Why are you doing this?"Godfrey didn't answer right away. He studied me with his dark and ancient eyes, like they'd seen too many winters and too much blood. He looked at me the way someone might look at an insect they couldn't quite squash, curious, detached, and completely without mercy."It's nothing personal, child," he said finally, his voice low and almost... kind. "It never was."My jaw clenched. "You're trying to kill me and take my child, and you think that's not personal?"He gave a small, cold smile. "Well, you're at war with mine, and I'm not taking it personal." He casually gestured to Kendra. A low chuckle spilled from his chest. His gaze slowly crawled to my belly, and
DAISY'S POVZordon didn't wait.He charged forward with a growl that sent a shiver through the ground. His body twisted midair, fur ripping through skin, bones reshaping as he shifted faster than I'd ever seen. When he landed, the black wolf that emerged was massive, terrifying, and entirely focused on blood.Isla was right behind him. Her armor clanged to the ground as her body folded into itself, reshaping. Grey fur that seemed silver at first glance bloomed across her back. She hit the dirt running, a flash of steel and teeth.Then Stefan. He let out something between a battle cry and a roar as he leapt, his russet form exploding forward, golden streaks lighting his fur as he collided with a corrupted wolf mid-sprint.Just like that, the front line was chaos.Wolves clashed. Witches shouted spells. Steel met shadow, and blood sprayed into the night air.But I hadn't moved.I stood there, heart pounding, breath caught in my throat.She was awake.My wolf.For the first time in years
DAISY'S POVThe moment the words left my mouth, the world seemed to still.We fight now.The silence before the storm was thick and charged, as if the air itself was holding its breath. Then the roar came, with thousands of voices howling in one unified cry that echoed across the valley, shaking the ground beneath our feet.I stood at the head of the formation, the silver crest of the Deathclaw banner flapping behind me. My heart pounded with a fiery purpose. I wasn't just walking into battle. I was walking into fate.Zordon stood to my right, his tall and steady frame towering over the field like a shadow. He was one who always commanded gazes, but this time, the army's eyes weren't just on him.They were on me.The woman they'd once whispered about behind closed doors. The orphan girl, the wolfless Luna, the scorned Luna sold to pay off a pack's debts.Now I was their leader.Our leader.I raised my newly formed sword, which had runes carved into its blade by Lila herself. I demande
ZORDON'S POVThe fortress burst into movement. Wolves howled. Witches began chanting. Soldiers strapped on armor, sharpened claws and blades. The heartbeat of the Deathclaw pack thundered through the stone.That's when I heard her voice."Alpha Zordon."I turned.And there she stood.Olivia. Dressed in black leathers. Her braid pulled back like it had been in her warrior days. Her chin high, shoulders squared. But it was her eyes that stopped me. Not pleading. Not angry.Resolved."You are staying," I said, uncertain whether it was a question or a statement.She nodded once. "At first... I came back for you."Isla stilled beside me."I thought maybe we could fix what was broken," Liv continued. "But I see now... some things aren't meant to be." Her eyes flicked toward Daisy, who stood nearby with a protective hand over her stomach."But if my pack is going to war," Olivia said, her voice steady, "then I'm not staying behind. I'm still a warrior. I won't watch others bleed while I hide
ZORDON'S POVThere are moments in a man's life when the ground shifts beneath him, when the air stills before the storm and all he can do is brace himself for what's coming.This was one of those moments.The sky had darkened earlier than usual, thick clouds rolling in like they too sensed blood in the wind. I stood on the highest balcony of the fortress, staring out across the land that had belonged to my ancestors for generations. Deathclaw territory. Ours by birthright, kept by honour. But this wasn't just about land anymore.It was about cleansing a rot that had gone unchecked, Xavier's lies, Dexter's tyranny, and witches who thought themselves gods.Behind me, the fortress pulsed with purpose. Warriors sharpened blades. Healers bustled between rooms. Elders chanted protective spells. The scent of steel, smoke, and magic mixed in the air.Somewhere inside, Daisy was getting ready. Her heartbeat steady. Her spirit still glowing, crackling with the light of the child we nearly lost.
JEZEBEL'S POVThe black flame candle twisted sharply.Then it screamed.I shot up from the circle, my robes brushing the stone like wings. For a second, the flame glowed bright silver then it vanished into a thin coil of smoke.But it wasn't smoke.It was cold.Ice.I rushed to the altar, my heart was pounding. The mirror I'd used for the spell was already frosting over, thin cracks of white spreading across its surface.No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.The child's spirit that I thought was painstakingly crafted from shadow and bone, stitched with blood and forbidden runes, should've been drawn cleanly from Daisy's womb. It should've settled into Kendra without resistance. That was the plan. That was the promise.But something pushed back.I hissed and sliced open my palm again, pressing the blood to the edge of the mirror. "Show me," I snapped. "Show me her."The mist inside the glass shifted and Daisy came into view.She was on the floor, pale and trembling, her hands grip
ZORDON'S POVThe hall was dim and lined with silent warriors. Everyone could feel it. The coming storm, the weight of tomorrow's battle pressing on every wall, every breath. Even the torches seemed to burn more quietly, as if the flames themselves held their breath.I found Isla in the sitting room, her laugh soft, her posture relaxed as if this morning were any other. She spoke to the man draped in deep, midnight robes stitched with stars and old runes. His silver beard was braided, his presence impossible to ignore.Elder Elric.The man who recently saved my life from a poisoned dagger.He stood slowly as I entered, his every movement calm, deliberate. But his eyes were sharp and bright, held the weight of something far heavier than time."Alpha Zordon," he said, bowing slightly. "Sorry for my intrusion.""I owe you my life," I replied, inclining my head with respect. "If you say it's urgent, I listen."Isla looked between us, her expression shifting. "He says he had a vision. Somet
DAISY'S POVI woke up to a chill that didn't belong.It wasn't the soft kind that curled against your skin after a restless sleep. This was like ice forming inside my stomach. A creeping, unnatural frost that clawed its way through my womb like a curse reborn.My hands shot to my stomach. My breath hitched."Zordon," I whispered, panic building like thunder beneath my ribs.His arms were around me before I could cry out again. His presence always calmed the storm inside me. But not this time. His touch did nothing to chase away the cold gnawing at my core.He looked into my eyes, and I saw the shift, the fear and the helplessness."What is happening?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Why does it feel like... like my baby is turning to ice?"Zordon pressed his palm to my belly. His magic, usually soft and golden, flared faint and flickering, like a candle struggling in a windstorm. He didn't say anything right away, but I could see it on his face—he felt it too."The magic inside you," he m
JEZEBEL'S POVThe moment I finished eating my meal, I tasted it.The air shifted.A ripple moved through the ancient bonds that tethered me to life and death. Something pulsed in the ether. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring it like blood on the tongue.Life.Not just any life.Her life.The Moonblood's womb had stirred. The child had taken hold.A wolf blessed by the heavens... and touched by shadows.I smiled. My deal with Zordon had brought me everything I needed. His desperation had opened a door. Now, I would walk through it.I reached for my mirror, bone-framed and rimmed in hair. A cruel thing made from a dozen betrayals. I whispered Kendra's name, and the mirror flared to life.She answered on the second ring, lips already painted red like blood in bloom."Jezebel," she said, her voice sharp. "Why are you calling so late?""It's time to get you pregnant."Kendra's breath caught."Now?" she whispered. "But Dexter is getting ready for battle tomorrow.""Yes now. It's