LOGINZahra's POV
We made it out of school without anything else weird happening and headed to Sienna’s car. She turned 16 in January, and her parents gifted her a Mercedes CLA coupe. I don’t know much about cars, but it’s blue, shiny, and screams, "Look at me, I’m rich." We piled in, and Abby started scanning through the music app on the console. Putting on our favourite summer party playlist, we headed off to the diner.
When we walked into Daphne’s place; Abby’s mom’s diner, we were greeted by Stella, one of the waitresses.
“Hi girls, you here to eat?”
“Hi Stella,” we all chimed in. “Yes please, can we have the usual?”
“Of course, you know where you’re going. I’ll just ring that through for you.”
“Thanks so much, oh and can you let my mom know we’re here?”
“Sure thing.”
We head over to our usual booth in the corner. It’s slightly hidden away, so we get some privacy, but we can still observe the other tables and see who’s coming and going. Stella -the marvel that she is, appears just as we sat down with our milkshakes. As we start to slurp, Sienna speaks up.
“So… my parents are thinking of sending me to my uncle’s pack for part of the summer…”
“What?” Abby and I shriek simultaneously.
“Which pack?”
“How long for?”
“Only for a couple of weeks, a month tops. Blue River Pack, and it’s about eight hours to the south of here. I haven’t been in ages, and my cousins and I used to be close. I’d like to see them.”
I glance at Abby, hating the idea of Sienna going. My brother and his friends leave for the Royal Pack’s summer training camp, which is just for future pack leaders. My dad obviously doesn’t think I need to go-I’m only a female beta, the spare, why bother training me? But with him out of the house for the whole summer, I usually rely heavily on my friends. Abby has a job working in the diner for the summer, with Sienna gone as well, that means lots of time on my own. Suddenly, I didn’t feel very hungry anymore.
I look at Sienna, who seems so worried, her brows furrowed. She clearly wants to see her family.
“Well, I guess I better look for a job. I’ll have so much free time without you here. And you will have to call us every day?” her face relaxes with relief.
“Of course! Listen, it’s not set in stone yet. I just thought I’d let you know as soon as possible, to prepare you. I know you’re not good with change.” Sienna laughed, and I pushed her in the shoulder. “Hey!”
Just then, Stella came back with our burgers and loaded fries, and we start to dig in. I have just taken a massive bite when the door opens, and I nearly choke Sebastian Blackwood and a bunch of friends just walked in.
Great. Just great.
He glances over, and I blush furiously as I try not to die while swallowing my massive mouthful.
“Oh my god, he’s here!” I hissed.
“Who?” both girls said while swivelling around. I internally eye-roll. Smooth, guys, super smooth. There’s no way he doesn’t know we’re talking about him now.
He smiles and waves and heads straight over to our booth.
“Hey.”
Oh my goddess, he’s so handsome with his tousled blonde hair and those eyes. He’s wearing a tight dark green t-shirt and jeans, which show off his amazing body. He’s 17 but built like a man twice his age; damn alpha genes.
“Hi,” I croak out, blushing again. I shoot a panicked look at my friends.
“Hi,” Sienna says, holding out her hand. Where does her confidence come from?! I wish I could do that. “I’m Sienna, and this is Abby.”
“Hey, Sienna and Abby, and Zahra…” he says, turning those chocolate pools back towards me. “Would you girls like to join us? There are too many of us to join you here at your booth, but we have a larger table over there.” He points over his shoulder to where his friends were sitting, all of them looking over at us. His Beta, Max, and his other friends, Noah and Ralph, are looking interested. But the two girls with them are giving us evils and looking stony-faced.
“Erm,” I hesitate eloquently, looking like my intelligence has left the building again. Abby glances at me, and I give her a wide-eyed grimace.
“Actually,” Abby says, “this is a little birthday celebration. It’s kind of a tradition of ours, so…” she trails off, her confidence fleeing as quickly as it arrived in the face of a future alpha.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for interrupting.” Sebastian looks genuinely sorry for ruining our measly “celebration.”
“It’s okay,” I quickly interject, wanting to wipe that demoralised look off his beautiful face as quickly as possible.
“It’s just a silly little thing we do for each of our birthdays. You’re not interrupting. Maybe we’ll come over when we’ve finished eating to say hi?”
His eyes light up, and he flashes me a full megawatt smile, and I swear my heart stutters. “Okay, cool. Well, enjoy your food and your celebration, and hopefully see you in a bit.” He turns and saunters back to his friends, and OMG, his ass is as perfect as his face. Shit I can’t believe I just thought that!!
Max's POVThe next morning, after another sleepless night, I follow my dad into the main meeting room. The air smells like coffee and grief. King James sits at the head of the table. Beta Nicholas to his right. Tobias and Aiden beside him. Lucas, Xander, and Zach opposite. A councilman I do not recognise flips through a leather folder. A house maid sets coffee pots and plates of biscuits in the centre and retreats from the room.everyone nods in acknowledgment of our arrival, but No one speaks. I pour myself a cup of coffee and settle into my chair to wait.Andrew arrives a few minutes later. He looks hollowed out. it's clear, he's not slept, over the last four days He looks like he's lost weight and He moves like his bones ache. I have heard the stories. When a wolf loses a mate, sometimes the wolf dies of grief. Sometimes the human goes with them. Sometimes what remains is a shell. It is too early to know which road Andrew is on, but dad said Aether is silent. If the silence holds fo
Max's POVTobias pats my shoulder. "Come on, man. Let’s head outside. The others will be here soon."I tip back the rest of the beer, feel it hit an empty stomach, and stand. In the bedroom I shrug into my suit jacket. It is tight across the chest but it holds. Tobias clocks it and smirks. I huff a laugh. First one in days. It feels strange in my throat.Outside, people stream from the packhouse to the woods along a lantern‑lit path. I keep my head down and my hands in my pockets. The clearing is already thick with smell of smoke from the last two days. Four pyres stand in the centre: Seb. Luna Anne. Zoe. Rebecca. The pack forms a ring at the edge of the trees, lining up back into the cover of the trees as the numbers swell, bodies pressed close.Tobias and I move to the front where a small platform has been raised. Andrew is there. Dad has an arm
Max's POVThe packhouse feels hollow. Black ribbons hang from banisters. Voices stay low, as if volume might break something that is already cracked. We lost nearly two hundred. Everyone here can name at least one of them.I take a coffee and a muffin from the dining hall because that is what a functioning person does. The coffee tastes burnt. The muffin turns to paste after two bites. I toss the rest and climb to my father’s old office. It is mine now, apparently. The title sits in the room like an unwelcome guest.I work because work is something I can control. Eli’s rotation notes. Ralph’s border reports. I sign where I have to and flag what I cannot decide yet. My phone buzzes beside my elbow.Tobias: I will not ask how you are. I am sure the answer is o
Max's POVI stare at the ceiling while daylight crawls across it, thin and grey. Another night with no sleep. My head is a hive and I am the only thing it stings.I have not slept since my best friend was murdered in front of me. Since I was not where I should have been. My Alpha. I let him down. I was busy watching Xander's back, worrying about his cousin, instead of standing where Sebastian needed me. Now our pack has no future, and that sits in my chest like broken glass.My stomach rolls again. I swallow against bile and breathe through it until the nausea backs off. The last three days I have thrown up more than I have in ten years. Every time I replay the fight, or my thoughts drift to Xander, every time I reach the same point where I chose the wrong alpha to flank, my gut empties. Coward’s body. I grit my teeth until my jaw aches.Yesterday’s meeting will not stop playing in my mind. Alpha Lucas at the head of the table, face drawn, voice steady like a blade laid flat.“Max. Hu
Xander's POVMy vision blurs. The air splits with two howls, a long, broken, mournful note. One after the other, blending together, a harmony of misery.Seb, and Uncle Drew.The sound chills me to the marrow. Its the kind of agony that isn’t just heard, it’s felt. Every wolf freezes for half a heartbeat. Max staggers beside me as the bond to his Luna snaps. Around us, every Silver Dawn warrior falters, some nearly dropping where they stand. The heart of their pack has just been snuffed out.I scan the battlefield, frantic. Then I see him. Sphinx!He stumbles upright, then launches forward. He’s not fighting anymore. He’s destroying. A whirlwind of teeth and fury, blood caking his muzzle, eyes blazing feral. He’s gone berserk, tearing through rogues with a savagery I’ve never seen from him before. His unit try to cover him, but he breaks through their line, chasing the rogues too far, too fast.Medus surges away from me, toward his Alpha, desperate to protect him. To be beside him in h
Xander's POVZach’s voice is tight, even through the link.‘I’m on my way, I’m in the pack house!’ I yell back through the link.Max and I barely make it through the back doors before we shift, Medus and Atlas hitting the ground in sync. The scene before us makes my blood run cold.Carnage. Pure fucking carnage.Wolves are everywhere. Rogues flood the garden, tearing through decorations and tables as if they were nothing. They’re not the ragged, half-starved rogues I’ve seen before. They’re lean, powerful, and moving like a trained unit. The stench gives them away — foul, rotting, wrong.Medus and Atlas surge forward side by side, our training taking over. The garden is a ruin, blood splattered across the grass, screams mixing with snarls and the sickening sound of flesh tearing. Wolves crash into each other in a blur of fur and teeth.Silver Dawn’s warriors are arriving now, charging straight into the fray, but the rogues keep pouring from the treeline like a tide of shadows.The sme







