LOGINSabrina’s POVAmaria suddenly stood from beside Gerald’s desk and began clapping slowly.“What a marvelous relationship you five have.”Her eyes moved from Damon to Ian, then to Darla and me before settling on Danielle.“You, you little spy.” She looked at Danielle with a disgusted smile. “We could have done so many great things together, but you chose to be good.”She said the word 'good' as though it left a disgusting taste in her mouth.Danielle rolled her eyes and folded her arms.“I think I’m doing just fine without you.”Amaria laughed.“You’ll regret that.”I looked at Damon. He was watching Amaria carefully, his body tense and ready to move at the slightest sign of danger. Ian stood beside him, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles moving beneath his skin. I knew he was barely holding himself back.I exchanged nods with both of them before turning toward Gerald. Our eyes met. I refused to call him my uncle. Not after everything he had done to my family.“Would y
Damon's POVThe heavy oak door of my office locked shut, sealing out the rest of the pack house. Map schematics and troop reports littered the long mahogany table.Around the table stood Ian, Darla, Danielle, and Sabrina. It was finally time to put an end to Gerald’s tyranny once and for all."Blackthorn warriors are armed and positioned," Ian said, his voice clipped and cold. "The strike force is ready.""As is mine," Darla added, resting her hands on the edge of the table. Her brown eyes flicked toward the window where the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. "My soldiers won't hesitate. We strike at Darkcrest tonight."Danielle stepped forward, "Gerald isn't completely vulnerable. Ever since he caught wind that Blackthorn and Ian were preparing an assault, he’s been calling in favors. He’s rallied forces from every ally pack willing to answer his call." She paused, a cold smile touching her lips. "What he doesn't know is that Silverhorn is marching with us as well. He’s expe
Ian's POVThat night, I couldn't stop smiling. My stomach was full of butterflies.A soft knock sounded at my door. I opened it and Darla stood there in a thin robe over her nightdress, her hair loose around her shoulders."What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling."I couldn't sleep." She stepped into my arms and hugged me tightly. "I kept thinking I'd wake up and find today wasn't real."I held her back. "It was real. Come in."She followed me inside, and when I sat on the bed, she settled into my lap. "You're my first boyfriend, you know. I'm so excited. I want a normal life, Ian.""You can have it." I hesitated. "How did you leave Silverhorn?"She shrugged. "I just did. Love makes you brave, I guess. I was more afraid of losing you than of leaving."I kissed her, and she kissed me back, her fingers sliding into my hair. I lowered her onto the bed and pressed my lips to her neck, and she gasped my name.My wolf stirred, calm this time, watching over her. Her hands slid under my sh
Ian’s POVDarla looked at me for a long moment, as though she was trying to process the words I had just spouted. Even I was surprised. I had just indirectly confirmed my feelings for. Feelings I have for so long, found hard to put into words. A smile slowly spread across her face, one so full of relief that it tugged at something deep inside me. Before I could say another word, she closed the distance between us and rested her hands lightly against my chest.“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she whispered.Then she leaned forward and kissed me.For a brief moment, my mind went completely blank. I had imagined what it would be like to kiss her more times than I cared to admit over the past few days, yet nothing came close to the warmth that spread through me the moment our lips met. I slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her back, smiling against her lips when I felt her relax completely in my embrace.When we finally pulled away, neither of us moved very far. She rested he
Ian's POVThe last few days had passed in a blur.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sabrina lying motionless on that bed with her skin growing paler by the hour. Every time I opened them, there was another problem demanding my attention. Between searching for Amaria, securing the pack, checking on Damon, and making sure everyone stayed alert, I had barely had a moment to think about myself.Or Darla.I hadn’t realized how badly I had neglected her until one of the guards approached me while I was finishing another round of questioning with the servants.“Alpha Ian.”I looked up from the report in my hands.“What is it?”“The convoy from the Silver Moon Pack is preparing to leave.”I frowned, not immediately understanding why he was telling me.“So?”“Their Beta’s daughter is leaving with them.”I didn't register his words immediately. I frowned. Darla is leaving?I looked toward the pack gates instinctively before turning back to the guard.“When?”“They just set out, Beta–”I wait
Damon’s POVIan and I moved through the pack immediately after the realization that Amaria had slipped away again, and this time there was no sign of her scent or presence in any of the corridors we checked. We pulled the maids together and questioned them one after the other, watching carefully for even the smallest hesitation, but every answer led to the same dead end because none of them had seen her leave and none of them could explain when she had vanished, only that she had already been gone before the search properly tightened around the inner pack. The more we searched, the clearer it became that this was not an impulsive escape but something planned, something calculated, and that realization made my patience run thinner with every passing minute.Ian finally stepped closer after another round of questioning and said, “Damon, you need to go back to Sabrina. I’ll handle this from here.” His voice was firm. “She is stable now, and we cannot afford to leave her alone for long
Sabrina’s POVI couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth, my bare feet brushed against the cold floor, waiting for Damon to come. I was anxious...who wouldn't be after having such a vision.I turned at every slight noise, hoping Damon would walk through that door and tell me that the witch was dead, I
Damon’s POVI didn’t understand what was happening. None of this made sense. Rogues didn’t move like this. They were mindless, chaotic creatures that only attacked in desperation or hunger. But these… these were too organized. Too disciplined.Someone was controlling them.My arms tightened around
Damon’s POVThe doctor’s words were like razors scraping in the inside of my ears.“I cannot verify what’s wrong with her,” he said carefully, wringing his hands as though my glare might snap his neck. “All we can do is wait… and hope she wakes.”Hope?I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. Hope
Sabrina's POV“Kill him! Kill him and it’ll all be over.”Amaria’s voice grated through the air, sharp and mocking, the kind of voice that pierced bone. She laughed after, a shrill, hysterical laugh that scraped along the walls of my skull.I saw myself sitting in the corner, knees drawn close, arm







