Xander's povWe came back like falling stars.One second, I was surrounded by light, clutching Ava’s hand in the fading light of the Veil’s magic—and the next, we slammed into the physical world with a pulse of air that sent every candle in the room flickering out.Gasps echoed.A crash sounded as Kael knocked over his chair in shock.Weapons were drawn.But I didn’t see any of it.All I saw was her.Ava collapsed into me the moment we hit the floor. Her body trembled with the weight of everything that had just happened, and I caught her before she hit the cold stone. I didn’t let go.Not for a second.She felt real now. Warm. Breathing. Alive.And yet, I was afraid to blink. Afraid that if I did, I’d open my eyes and find myself still in that cursed veil with Zerathos’ laughter ringing in my ears.“Ava,” I breathed, my voice cracking around the edges.Her face was pale, streaked with sweat, her lips parted as if she was still struggling to draw breath. She blinked slowly, dazed, like
Xander's pov"Choose."That word hadn’t left my mind ever since I had read it. Since Kael handed me the white piece of bone wrapped in a bloodied material.I didn't even want to think about whose body the bone might have been pulled out from.The bone was now sitting on the war table in front of me, staring at me. The letters hadn't been carved with pure intent, the disorganized manner let me know that the sender was a malicious psycho.Choose.But choose what?Ava sat beside me earlier, trying to calm me. She was still recovering and wanted to be by my side at all times which is the only reason why I let her be in the war room right now. She whispered that it was a trick or taunt by Zerathos to just destabilize me. But I knew better, it wasn't a threat to me.I knew the difference between threats and messages.This was anm message but it wasn't meant for me as far as I could guess but I didn't rule out the possibility that it might.I got up from the table and began to pace across th
Xander's povTrust.It was the cornerstone of any kingdom.If removed it could send the whole thing to the ground.And right now, mine was crumbling.I stared at all my closest allies in front of me and the paper I had laid out, the voice from earlier whispered something one last time.“Time’s up.”The words still echoed in my mind. They weren’t just a threat — they were a promise. A deadline.And someone I trusted was the one who started the clock.I’d fought wars. I’d bled for my people. I’d made peace with nightmares and walked beside the moon-blessed and the cursed alike.But betrayal?That was a different kind of war.It wasn’t just swords and strategy.It was the whispers behind closed doors. The lies disguised as loyalty. The deadly smiles masked as sweet and kind ones.And this time, I would not be caught unaware.Magnus had betrayed me once, I wouldn't let anyone else catch me off guard so I had a plan.The plan was simple.Too simple, maybe — but that’s what made it brillian
Xander's povShe said nothing.Kael stepped between us, disbelief written across his face. “That’s not possible.”“I didn’t want to believe it either,” I said quietly. “But the scouts confirmed it. The moment I saw where the enemy had moved, I knew.”Vanessa’s mouth parted. “You…”“I trusted you, you're my little sister.” I said to Lyra, my voice low. “I cared for you. Protected you. Ava healed you when we rescued you from Magnus. And you sold us out.”She took a single step back.Not to flee.To think.To decide what mask to wear next.But I saw past all of them now.“What did he offer you?” I asked. “Power? Freedom?”Lyra didn’t respond. Her jaw clenched and her hands trembled slightly at her sides.Kaida moved toward her, her wolf rising beneath her skin. “Tell us the truth. Now.”Lyra closed her eyes.And then she whispered, “I was trying to protect you.”That made it worse.Because it meant she’d convinced herself that was the truth.I shook my head. “Guards.”The doors opened.B
Rowan's POVI didn’t hear a word after the fifth report.Voices droned on and on around the table—Kael’s updates on border sweeps, Vanessa detailing the shift changes, Ava quietly offering insight on ward security. Xander stood at the head, his expression unreadable, sharp as a blade. But me?I was gone.Somewhere else.Somewhere quieter. Somewhere before.Before the scarf. Before the disappearance. Before the betrayal.Before I had to live with the idea that my twin—my twin—might have been feeding our enemy.Lyra.I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palm. The hollow ache in my chest wasn’t just grief. It was a storm. Rumbling and growing. It would soon be unleashed.But not yet.I stood up abruptly. “Excuse me,” I muttered, stepping away from the table without waiting for permission. No one stopped me. Not even Xander. Not even Ava.They understood.Gods, they understood.I walked through the stone halls of Ashville’s war camp like a ghost. The same walls that had once b
Rowan's POVI had always believed that silence was a thing to fear.Growing up, silence in the castle often meant danger. It meant tension. It meant something unspoken was brewing in the shadows waiting to come to light.But tonight, sitting on the floor of my chamber with Kaida beside me—her presence comforting, her hand still clasping mine— the silence wasn’t suffocating.After the tears had dried up and the storm in my chest had calmed down, I found myself simply staring at kaida.I never understood the comfort people spoke about from their mates but I had always dreamt of it and now that I tasted it, I craved it more than anythingI had cried like a boy, and she hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t judged. Hadn’t pulled away.She stayed.That meant more than any words.The candle on my desk has burnt halfway down, casting soft shadows and golden glow on her. Her eyes were one of the features I loved so much about her, it was filled with so much warmth right now and suddenly the pain in my
Ava's povThe moonlight filtered into our chamber through the talk windows. Everything was quiet. Too quiet.Outside, the war continued in subtle ways—strategy, training, whispers of what the warriors were anticipating—but in here, all I could hear was the sound of the crickets chirping and Xander’s shallow breathing.He sat at the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward, elbows rested on his knees. It hurt to see him this way with his back hunched forward like the weight of the world was resting there.And maybe it did.I sat up slowly, watching him for a moment, giving him space. His hands were clasped tightly together, knuckles white. His jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle twitch beneath his skin.“Xander,” I said softly, barely a whisper.He didn’t turn to me.After a while he spoke but his voice sounded distant and hoarse. “I was twelve when my mother died,” he said. “The day after Lyra and Rowan were born.”My heart clenched, and I silently pulled the blanket tig
Rowan's POVThe war room was quieter than usual.It wasn’t for lack of people—everyone who mattered was present. All the alphas from the allied packs, their Lunas, council members, and trusted generals sat or stood in the circular stone chamber, murmuring and glancing at one another. A map of the Shadow Forge was pinned to the center of the strategy table, surrounded by half-filled goblets of wine and war plans scribbled on paper.But the air was thick with something heavier than war.Betrayal.Lyra.My sister.I sat to the right of Xander, who looked like he hadn’t slept all night. His hands were folded in front of him, jaw locked tight, dark circles shadowing his eyes. I knew that look. He was barely holding himself together.I wasn’t doing much better.Lyra.The name echoed inside my skull like a curse I couldn’t shake. My twin. My mirror. I knew her movements like I knew my own. Or at least I thought I did.Until she vanished into the shadows.Until she had failed the test Xander
Ava's povThe air buzzed with excitement.Golden rays of the sun spilled through the leaves above as the clearing beside the Moonstone Falls which glowed with enchantment.I had never seen the sun so bright, it was as if all the gods were watching closely to see what would be revealed today.Long, linen banners fluttered from tree branches, dyed in the traditional white and silver hues of blessing rituals. It was a sacred spot—where our ancestors once received visions from the Moon Goddess herself—and it felt like the perfect place for today.My gender reveal.Or as the werewolves called it: The Spirit Beckoning.Kaida had explained it days ago while wrapping my waist in white silk, her eyes shining with pride as she narrated the ancient tradition.I wasn't surprised that she knew so much because the nightshade warriors were known for holding on to our history very tightly, they even knew far more than even blackthorn but only shared why they deemed necessary.“When a pup grows strong
Ava's povThe day had started like any other.There were meetings with the inner council, light bickering over the upcoming full moon festival, and more parenting advice— that I didn't ask for— than I could keep up with. My mind felt full, my ankles were sore, and despite how much I adored everyone’s excitement, all I wanted was silence, a soft place to lie down, and maybe a jar of pickled mangoes.Xander had been called away to handle a little rogue situation near the southern border, and although I tried not to worry, being apart from him—even just for a few hours—tugged at something inside me.Even after the war,.rogues would still be spotted from time to time. They weren't threatening and tended to run away at the sight of us. They just wandered aimlessly but we had underestimated them once and didn't want to make the same mistake twice.He’d been protective ever since we found out about the baby, even more so since I’d started showing a few weeks ago. My bump was still small, but
Ava's povI always thought pregnancy would feel magical. Glowing skin, cute bump, a sense of purpose, maybe even that mythical "pregnancy glow" everyone swore existed.Instead, it felt like I was being hunted… by my own body.“Move,” I growled at Xander, who stood directly between me and the basket of moonberry tarts I’d been craving since sunrise and asked the cooks to make.He turned slowly, blinking. “You’ve already had three.”I narrowed my eyes. “And?”“And… I love you,” he said quickly, stepping aside and lifting both hands like I was some scary creature.Which I kind of was.Pregnancy had changed me. It was like I had become Ava 2.0—crying over songs with puppies, getting irrationally upset when Xander didn’t refill the honey jar, then five minutes later curling against him like nothing ever happened. The mood swings weren’t just real. They were ruthless.The moonberry tart was cold by the time I got to it, but I didn’t care. I devoured it with all the speed of a starved animal
Xander’s POVThe moonlight spilled through the open balcony, casting soft silver over the sheets tangled at the foot of the bed. The fire in the hearth had died a while back, quiet and tired like the rest of the castle.The day has taken an unexpected turn which I loved so much. A twist that made my heart race and a smile light up my face.She was asleep.Ava.My mate. My Luna. My light.Her hair was fanned across the pillow, her face relaxed and peaceful—something I never took for granted anymore. I didn’t move, just sat at the edge of the bed, eyes watching the delicate rise and fall of her chest.Her unexpected words echoed in my head like a metal being hit by something.She’s pregnant.It should have been a simple announcement. But for me, it cracked something wide open.For weeks, I’d noticed something different in her scent. Not wrong—just new. I hadn’t placed it, not until she stood before me and told me herself. There had been no grand preparation. No expectations. Just her an
Ava's povSunlight spilled through the high windows of the grand hall, gleaming on the silver fixtures and dishware. For the first time in months, the hall wasn't empty. Laughter echoed all around me, mingling with the clinking of cutlery and the smell of warm bread and honeyed meats.I sat between Xander and Vanessa, my fingers curled around a steaming cup of tea. My stomach fluttered—not from nerves, but from something far newer. Something growing.The thought never failed to pull a smile to my face.I glanced around at the faces gathered at the table. Rowan was teasing Kael over a burnt piece of toast, Kaida sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his wrist. Lyra was at the far end, wrapped in a thick shawl, her expression quiet but calm, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched them. There was no tension in her shoulders.They were all here.All of them.And that meant more to me than any feast ever could.“Gods,” Vanessa said, stretching back in her seat. “It’s been f
Ava's povThe morning sunlight filtered in through the tall windows, casting soft golden glow across the stone walls of our chambers. The fire from last night had burned down to glowing embers, but I still felt warm—safe in the memory of the stars and the enormity of the secret I’d carried all night.I smiled, rubbing my tummy even though it didn't have a bump. It all still felt like a dream to me. I couldn't believe that I was carrying my child— out child— and would soon be able to hold him or her in my arms.This was like a reward from the gods for taking down zerathos. It was the most perfect gift.Xander’s scent hit me before I heard his footsteps. Woodsy. Earthy and a hint of citrus.He pushed the door open with ease, stridijg in, he was already halfway out of his ceremonial coat, his black shirt clinging to his chest beneath it. His eyes found me immediately—still seated at the edge of the bed, half-dressed, barefoot, lost in my thoughts.“There you are,” he said, his voice soft
Ava's povPregnant.The word sat on my tongue like a secret not yet ready for the world to know. Heavy and new. Sacred. My hands trembled as I exited the healer’s wing, the soft glow of lanterns lining the path doing little to light the darkness within me.It wasn't a bad darkness, it was just confusion.The corridor behind me felt like it belonged to another world—a place of certainty and whispered truths. Healers always knew things, some that we wanted to hear and the ones that we didn't want to hear. Out here, beneath the dark sky things felt more real.Too real.I walked slowly, aimlessly, not ready to return to the castle after what I had just learned. Not ready to face anyone. Especially not Xander.Not yet.The gardens were quiet this time of night. Peaceful. A hush had settled over the grounds, as though the very earth was holding its breath. The petals of Kaida’s cherry blossom tree glowed pale pink in the moonlight, and I found myself drawn toward it. Toward the spot we alwa
Ava's povSunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Blackthorn castle, warm and golden as it spilled across the newly polished floors. I stood at the balcony just outside the council chamber, my eyes tracing the distant tree lines. Smoke no longer rose from the hills. Screams no longer echoed through the valley.Peace.It was strange how something we fought so long and hard for could feel so… quiet.I placed a hand over my stomach. That now familiar queasiness cane again, subtle but persistent. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, grounding myself the way I’d been practicing since taking on the Luna title. Calm. Poise. Grace.“Luna Ava?” A voice called gently from behind. One of the omegas.“Yes?”“Lady Vanessa and the others are waiting in the courtyard. You said you wanted to walk with them today?”“Yes. Thank you.”I smiled and nodded, but the moment I turned my back, the nausea returned—like it never left. I gritted my teeth and blinked back the faint dizziness. I've been
Xander's povThe night was quiet, save for the faint crackling of the fire still burning at the center of camp.But Ava… she had curled up beside me, her head on my shoulder, her fingers gently tucked against my arm. Her breathing slowed sometime between Rowan’s quiet jokes, Vanessa blushing with Kael teasing her and Lyra sitting in silence after her brief confession.She fell asleep there, in the circle of firelight and friends and whispered memories.I couldn’t bear to wake her.So I carried her.Her warmth pressed against my chest as I walked us to the chambers we’d been assigned in the temporary Ashville pack house. The bed was a bit small but clean, sheets tucked in and blankets folded. I laid her down carefully, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek before covering her with the blanket.I wanted to stay awake and watch over her. Zerathos may be gone but he has left a lasting trauma and fear of the shadows. I was scared that if I closed my eyes and opened it I would real