Lincoln's POThe only free seat is on the sofa next to Logan, so I take it, ignoring his smug expression as I sit down. Dad is waving his arms dramatically, clearly in the middle of making a point. Whatever this meeting is about, it seems to have him worked up.“Now is our time. My contact says Blood Moon has weakened itself and is vulnerable,” Dad declares, his voice sharp and commanding.“Louis, to weaken Blood Moon, they’d have to lose half their fighters for us to stand a chance,” Malcom counters, his tone sceptical.Dad scoffs and waves off the concern. “They aren’t that much stronger than us, Malcom. Have more faith in our warriors.”“I do have faith in our warriors,” Malcom replies steadily. “However, Blood Moon has considerably more of them. We&rsq
Lincoln's POVAs we enter English, I notice Sam sitting at a desk across the aisle from mine.Curiosity gets the better of me, and I lean over, extending a hand. āHello, Sam, is it? Iām Lincoln Grey, future Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Itās nice to meet you.āHe shakes me hand āSam, Sam WilliamsonāHe pauses, looking at me appraisingly, a small smile playing at his lips as he shakes my hand. āI didnāt think that squirt with the chip on his shoulder I met just now was the future Alpha Iād heard about.āHis words catch me off guard, and I raise an eyebrow at him, intrigued. āWhat have you heard?āāThis and that,ā he says with a casual shrug. Goddess, that sounds ominous. I decide to steer the conversation to safer ground. āWhere have you transferred from?āāMy
Lincoln's POVI pull into the school parking lot with a heavy sigh, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. Another day in this hellhole. I fucking hate school. Don’t get me wrong—my grades are good, and as the future Alpha, I’m popular. Too popular. Everyone practically worships the ground I walk on, and it makes my skin crawl.Dad encourages it, of course. He thrives on the idea of the Alpha being untouchable, a god among wolves. Logan, my little brother, eats that shit up like candy. He hangs on every word Dad spits out, soaking it all in like a sponge. But me? I hate it.An Alpha shouldn’t be worshipped. The way I see it, an Alpha is responsible for the pack. It’s our duty to protect, defend, support, and nurture them. We’re supposed to lead by example, not from a gilded throne while weaker members fawn over us and get stomped into th
Zahra's POVAfter dinner, the guys head upstairs to their floor, and once Iāve helped Alison clean up, I flop onto the couch in the living room, pulling a blanket over myself. I turn on the TV, letting the familiar theme song of some sitcom hum through the room. Iām not really watching it; the noise is just a distraction from the endless loop of thoughts swirling in my head.āYou need to talk to them,ā Zantheās voice cuts through, soft but firm.āNot now, Z. Iām not ready,ā I argue, pulling the blanket tighter around me like itās some sort of armour.āTheyāre your family, Zahra. If you keep running, itās only going to hurt moreāfor all of you.āI sigh, her words cutting through my defences. āWhat if they donāt actually mean it, Z? What if itās just guilt, and once this blows over, they go right back to ignoring me?āāAnd what if they donāt? What if this is the start of something new?ā Her voice is steady, resolute. āYouāve already proven youāre strong enough to stand alone, but you do
Zahra's POVWell, that was a fucking joke. I canāt believe the audacity of that bitch. And then the guys using me to help negotiate new ranked members? Unbelievable.āAt least it was Max who asked... he is so hot!ā Zantheās voice is a dreamy purr in my mind. I roll my eyes, trying not to groan out loud. āGoddess, Zanthe, seriously? Can you not?ā She snickers, unbothered by my annoyance.I trudge up the stairs to my room, still simmering. I know I havenāt exactly made it easy for them to apologize, but they couldāve tried harder. Well, to be fair, they have apologized more than once... but texts donāt count.Slamming my door behind me, I sigh heavily. The world is officially on my last nerve today. I just want to curl up and revise for the rest of the day, ignore everyone, and maybe hope the ground swallows Christine and Bianca.I head straight for my shower. Even though I didnāt break a sweat annihilating those two pathetic excuses for warriors, thereās blood and dust all over me, a
Max's POVBianca stands, and she and Christine head over to their dads on the lawn. Seb gets up and stalks toward the front of the house, clearly waiting for Noah and Ralph to arrive.Quietly, I lean toward Zahra. “Zahra, I’m sorry this is happening. I know you’re going to wipe the floor with them, but can I ask you a favour?”She glances up at me from her bacon, her expression flat. “I am not throwing this fight. You can forget that right now.”I can’t help but smile. “I would never ask that. Honestly, I’m looking forward to watching you demolish them.” Her lips twitch slightly, but I press on. “Here’s the thing. We’ve been having trouble with those two for a while. Seb has two alternatives for Gamma and Delta, and we’ve been trying to find a way to replace Christine an