Mag-log inANDRE POVIt had been a week since Drake left. Each day was hard. Running the pack without him felt like a dangerous job that could go wrong any minute. Every choice felt big. Every paper needed checking twice. And all the time, I felt Lillian’s sadness in my chest. Our new mate bond told me her spirit was low.I had sent her flowers. I sent her a pretty silver necklace. She texted “thank you,” but the words felt empty. I did not feel her angry at me. I felt her deep, quiet hurt. But the hurt was for another man. For Drake.That hurt me. To feel her pain for him. And it hurt worse knowing I could not fix it. I could not make Drake come back. I could not change what he did. I could only watch her be sad, and that was its own kind of pain.Some one knocked at the office door—Drake’s office, where I was working. Beta Ben came in. He looked serious.“Beta Andre. The full council is in the war room. They want answers.” I rubbed my head in fatigue. “Where is Lucas?”“Already there. He is t
LILLIAN POVThree days had passed since Drake left. Three days of heavy silence in the mansion, which was broken only by Lydia’s attempts to chatter noisily and Salome’s watchful concern. I moved through my shifts at the hospital like a machine, treating patients, writing charts, but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere between the garden’s humiliation and the unsettling news of his disappearance.Sunday morning found us at the breakfast table. Salome placed down her coffee cup with a loud clink.“We are going out of this house,” she announced. “We are going to visit Willow at her boutique. It is time we actually got to know that woman properly. She has been nothing but kind, and frankly, we could all use some fresh air and something pretty to look at that is not these four walls.”I stirred my tea without looking up. “I do not know, Salome. I am not really in the mood for shopping.”“That is exactly why we are going,” she replied firmly, but gentle. “You have been moping for days. it is
DRAKE POVThe truck’s engine cut out at the border marker, leaving every where so silent. The young warrior behind the wheel turned, with a mixture of duty and concern in his face. “The neutral grounds starts just beyond that ridge. Alpha, I can not go further.”“This is far enough,” I said, my voice rough from disuse. I grabbed the simple bag at my feet, which contains a few change of clothes, basic supplies, nothing that spoke of rank or permanences “Return to the pack. Tell Beta Andre that I arrived safely at the crossing.”“Yes, Alpha.” He nodded sharply.I stepped out. The air was different here, it was thinner, colder and scented with frosted pine. It carried none of the heavy, layered history, of my own territory, no trace of council room polish, of Elara’s cloying perfume, of hospital antiseptic layered over a ghost of jasmine. I inhaled deeply, and for the first time in months, the oxygen did not fee like pieces of glass on my lungs.I did not linger. I stripped immediately a
ANDRE POVThe truck that carried Drake disappeared around the bend in the forest road, and the dust settled. The silence felt heavy, with a final ring to it.Lucas and I stood in the steps, watching the empty space where our Alpha had just fled.“You know,” Lucas said quietly as he broke the silence, “on second thought, maybe this is exactly what he needs.”I turned to look at him, surprised. “How can you say that? He is abandoning the pack. He is running from his problems”“Is he?” Lucas folded his arms with his eyes still fixed on the road. “Think about it. For a week or two, he is out of these walls. He is out of Elara’s clutches, away from sharon’s mind games, and…away from the constant, living memory of Lillian. He had no Alpha responsibilities. No one watching him fall apart. He can just breathe. Maybe for the first time in months.”I sighed heavily and ran a hand over my face. “I hope you are right. I just…every day I look at him. I feel like I am saying goodbye to my own happi
LILLIAN POVBack at the mansion, I sat at the dining table with Salome and Lydia, pushing food aimlessly around my plate. “So let me get this straight,” Lydia said, with her eyes wide. “Both of them just….froze? Because they caught your scent? Like cheese left in an open field?”I shrugged, feeling emotionally drained. “Apparently so. The mate bond is a strong pull. I did not realize I was broadcasting so loudly.”Salome shook her head, with a serious expression on her face. You should have mask your scent with the blocker spray before going. Especially knowing he was there.”“Maybe,” I said quietly. “But I am glad it happened. It gave me clarity. I saw his choice, right in front of me. There is no more wondering.”Salome and Lydia exchanged a long knowing look.“Lillian,” Salome said gently as she put her fork down. “Are you sure? Are you really okay? This kind of love….the kind You build over more than a decade…..it does not just vanish because you want it to. It leaves a scar.” H
DRAKE POVThe walls of the pack house were closing in on me. Every corridor smelled faintly of Jasmine and heartbreak. Every shadow on the garden carried the ghost of her shattered expression. I could not breathe here.I called for a messenger, a young, swift wolf. “Take this to Alpha Jon of the Snow Ridge Pack. Tell him I intend to visit within the week to personally review the northern timber and trade agreement. I await his response.”The boy nodded, and bowed. “Immediately, Alpha.”He hurried out and I stood at my office widow, watching him run towsrds the forest boarder.The door opened without a knock. Andre stood there with a tight expression on his face. “I just saw a messenger breathlessly. What is going on?”I did not turn from the window. “The snow Ridge agreement needs a personal review. I am going.”“The agreement was finalized three months ago. Lucas and I checked every clause. Twice. What is there to review?”“The world changes.” I said flatly. “Trust but verify.”“This







