LOGINPiper’s POV
For a split second, I thought maybe the universe had granted me a miracle, that Elsa’s hand had frozen mid air on its own and that her smug little smirk had been interrupted by divine punishment. But then I saw it; a hand, big, tanned and veiny was wrapped around her wrist in an iron grip. My gaze traveled upward and locked with a storm grey pair that made my stomach flip in a way I wished they didn’t. Archie Quinn. The entire cafeteria hushed like someone had cut the sound from the world. Dozens of eyes darted between him and me as whispers hissed through the silence like sparks before a wildfire. For once, Elsa didn’t look so sure of herself. She blinked at him, her lips parting as the bravado slipped from her face. Slowly, he pried the milk carton from her hand and for a moment, I thought he might hand it back gently. But Archie didn’t do it gently. He shoved her hand away, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to make her stumble backwards. Her gasp that rang through the air was sharp and offended but that was the least of Archie’s concern because he slid into the seat across from me. Every muscle in my body tensed. My grip tightened around my milk carton like it was a weapon and my glare was drilling holes through him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed under my breath. Archie didn’t answer, instead, he reached across the table and tried to take my milk carton but I yanked it back so fast. “Don’t touch my stuff.” I scowled, glaring at him. Instead of flexing his authority as the Alpha son, he just smirked. That damn smirk curved over his lips making it seem like I was an amusing puzzle he intended to solve. Heat rushed to my cheeks that instant. Half was from rage and half was from the unshakable awareness that this boy, my second chance mate, was sitting across from me like he owned the air I breathed. When I couldn't bear it anymore, I grabbed my tray with the intention to leave. But before I could push my chair back, Archie leaned forward. “If you walk out now,” he murmured, his breath brushing against my ear, “I’ll tell the entire school you slept in my bed last night.” My stomach dropped and my hand froze mid air. He leaned back, casually picking at my fries as if he hadn’t just threatened to detonate my already fragile reputation. I wanted to scream, I wanted to slam the tray into his perfect, smug face but the thing was, he wasn’t bluffing. Elsa, apparently unwilling to be sidelined, strutted back into the spotlight. “So this is what it is now?” she snapped. “You just sit with her like she’s worth your time?” She growled. “I understand you just transferred here…” she filtered off like she was waiting for his response. If that was what she wanted, Archie didn’t even look at her, didn’t blink or flinch either. His entire focus was on me. He had made it seem like she didn’t exist. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, her eyes narrowing at me like lasers. “Did he know?" She growled, my eyes never leaving me. Parting my lips, I tried to speak but the words refused to tumble out. Terrified, I tried to speak again. I really wanted to beg her to let it go but I was tongue tied and I could only make gestures that I couldn't understand myself. Smirking, she crossed her hands on her chest, accessed me for a while before shifting her gaze to Archie. “You know you don't belong here." She began. Nodding at the east end of the cafeteria where the jocks and cheerleaders always sat during lunch, she said, “Over there." “You're a part of the hockey team so we reserved a spot for you." She ratted out. Leaning forward, she tried to grab his hand but he flung his hand off the table with so much force that she stumbled forward, lost her balance and fell right on the table. Not going to lie, I was on the verge of laughing. But of what use was that. I was already standing at the edge of the cliff. If I did anything stupid, I was going to find myself falling off it completely. “Are you always this desperate?" Archie spoke for the first time. The cafeteria went hushed as all attention was on the duo now. “What?" I whispered under my breath. Things were spiraling so quickly that I was scared of what was going to happen the next minute. “Do you know who I am?" Elsa asked. Her eyes were glowing embers now and I could feel the pain emitting from her tone. “Of course not." He shot back smoothly. Shrugging he added, “You think you are the hot dog around here, huh?" "Well news flash…” Smirking, he was going to lean forward and whisper something in her ears but he didn't. Falling back on his chair with his hands folded on the table, he snickered, "You are not worth my attention, so just leave.” Reeling with anger, Elsa slammed her fist against the table. “Stand up, Piper.” She commanded, returning her attention to me. For one terrifying second, my body almost obeyed. Maybe it was the sting of humiliation or maybe it was the old habit of always doing as I was asked to without complaint. I swear, my knees shifted like they wanted to rise but Archie’s gaze sharpened, daring me to move. Biting my lower lips, I clenched my fists. My heart was thundering so hard that I swore it echoed in my ears. Slowly and deliberately, I rose to my feet, ignoring the glare I was getting from Archie. “Whoa!" Elsa applauded with a wide smirk. She was certain that she had already won and for some reason, I decided to allow her to bask in the illusion. But then I shifted my gaze to Archie, locking eyes with his stormy grey ones and with a steady voice I didn’t even know I was capable of, I said to him, “Let’s go.” “Sure!" He replied with a carefree tone. Before I could grab my tray, he beat me to it only to grab my hand like he was going to lead me out of the cafeteria. But then, she appeared in front of us.Time had softened the edges of the chaos that once haunted the college. Rollins after the match, disgraced and bitter, had left campus months ago, carrying the memory of the girl he rejected and the rival who had bested him both in love and on the ice.His departure left a hollow space, but one filled with quiet relief.Archie, meanwhile, returned to his own path, taking time with his pack, reflecting on mistakes made and bridges burned.He had to find a way back to himself before he could even hope to reconcile with the people he cared about.The first game of the new hockey season marked more than just competition, it marked a tentative return to normalcy.Archie skated onto the ice, muscles coiled, senses alert but tempered with the patience of a man who had learned restraint.The crowd roared, the sticks clattered, the puck slid sharp and true, but his eyes found the bleachers almost immediately.There she was. Piper. She had avoided the rink for weeks, yet now she sat there, watc
Archie stood in the quiet hallway, the soft hum of fluorescent lights above him feeling heavier than usual.The door to Piper’s room clicked shut behind him, sealing the distance between them and the storm of emotions he refused to confront out loud.His chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a band around it and twisted. Every step down the corridor was measured and cautious.Every thought replayed her calm, steady voice, her sharp refusal, the weight behind her words.He ran a hand through his messy hair, the sweat from sword practice still clinging faintly to his scalp. He shouldn’t have come to the hospital.He had no right. Not after what she thinks happened with his father, with Piper’s father, with all the lies and deaths piled like corpses between their families.And yet, the pull had been too strong. Even just to make sure she was breathing, that she was alive.The truth clawed at him. His father, Vlad, alpha of the Ironclaw, had always been untouchable. A figure who insp
Piper’s POVPiper woke to the hum of machines and the soft smell of antiseptic. The light was warmer than she expected, sunlight spilling across the hospital sheets, highlighting every crease and fold.She could feel the cool cotton of the hospital gown against her skin, the subtle prick of the IV in her arm. Machines beeped quietly, their rhythm oddly comforting, like a heartbeat that was steady and predictable.Her mother hovered beside her bed, fussing endlessly. Every small movement, every tilt of the blanket, every brush of hair across Piper’s forehead seemed to demand attention.Her hands trembled slightly as they smoothed Piper’s hair down again and again. Ember sat nearby, quiet, offering water and soft reassurances, her presence calm but watchful.Piper smiled. It was a wide, genuine smile that she didn’t even try to hide. Her mother gasped, clutching at her chest. “You’re awake!” she exclaimed, voice cracking with relief. “You scared us all!”“I’m fine,” Piper said, her grin
The fourth impact didn’t shake the door. It shattered it.Metal split inward with a violent screech, the lock snapping clean off as the steel slab crashed against the wall.Concrete dust exploded into the room. Scarlett turned sharply. That wasn’t her security.That wasn’t controlled anger, that was force.Three figures stood in the doorway.Archie is in front.Ember beside him.And just slightly behind them, Cecil.For one suspended second, no one moved. Piper’s heart slammed into her ribs. Archie’s eyes found her instantly. Relief hit his face so fast it almost looked like pain.Archie’s hands shook once before he forced them steady. He didn’t touch her immediately, like he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast.His eyes scanned her face, her wrists, the bruises forming along her collarbone. Something dark settled behind his stare.“Piper,” He stepped forward, but the scent in the room hit him immediately. His expression darkened.“Wolfbane,” Ember said, covering her n
The light didn’t turn on this time.The door opened in darkness. Piper didn’t move. She felt it before she smelled it, jasmine, cool and deliberate. Controlled.Red Heels against concrete.Scarlett.“You’re awake,” Scarlett said.Not a question.Piper remained seated against the wall, knees drawn in, breathing slowly. Her pulse was steady, but her wolf wasn’t.Her wolf was restless.Agitated.Caged.“You drugged me,” Piper said.“Yes.”Flat. Unapologetic.Piper pushed herself slowly to her feet. The air felt heavier tonight. Thicker. It carried something metallic beneath the jasmine.Her wolf pressed against her ribs.Let me out.Piper inhaled sharply.Nothing.The shift didn’t even flicker beneath her skin.Scarlett noticed and smiled mockingly. “You can’t,” she said.Piper’s eyes sharpened. “Can’t what?”“Transform.”The word dropped between them like a quiet verdict.Piper tried again deeper this time. Reaching for bone, for fur, for the snap and stretch of instinct.Pain lanced th
Cecil adjusted her backpack strap again, letting her fingers linger on the metal buckle for a moment before she stepped back into the school corridor.Outwardly, she smiled, blending seamlessly into the line of students heading toward classes. Her laughter bubbled at the right times, light and casual, as though nothing in the world had shifted under her skin.But inside, every sense was taut, every thought cataloging, analyzing. Scarlett’s words replayed in her mind like a looped signal: “Some victories are visible. Others… are not.”She moved slowly, deliberately, toward the common room. Students jostled around her, voices buzzing. Whispers of Piper’s absence floated just beneath the surface of casual conversation.Most didn’t dare say her name out loud, but Cecil caught the fragmentary murmurs: “She’s still gone…” “Nobody’s seen her…” Each snippet dug a little deeper into her gut. Scarlett wasn’t reckless. Piper wasn’t lost. Piper was hidden. And Cecil was going to have to find her.







