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MORRIS' POV. Every evening, I run in the evening run. Come to think of it, I am the king of werewolves and shouldn't do it because I can get anyone I want to do it, but I like doing it myself, and it gives me a check to ease off the stress from the day. My wolf, Ren, is a wolf that everyone fears. He not only protects me but the entire pack as a whole, the Greek Pack. It is our duty to protect them. Ren is running our usual route but that night felt something different. I told him to calm down so that we could find out what it was. It was then that the wind carried a noticeable scent towards us. Ren followed the scent, wanting to find out where it was coming from. We came to a small stream, and we stopped and looked around. By the rock side, we saw something. “Morris, there's something there?* Ren told me, pointing his hands towards the area the scent was coming from. “Let's check. Just before we proceed you’ve to be prepared because they could be rogues or a rogue. I don't want to be involved in an unexpected attack. We came closer and saw the skin of a body lying, showing her long blonde hair. She was not moving but her heart was beating. “Shift Ren,” I told him and we did that immediately. As soon as I shifted to human, I discovered that I was naked but that was not my problem. My concern was for the she-wolf to regain consciousness again. From what I saw, she's a very beautiful girl. I gradually tapped her again but she was not waking. I knew she needed some medical assistance. It could be that she fainted. “Doctor?” I mindlinked our pack doctor “My king?” “I just found an unconscious she-wolf in the forest. I am bringing her to you so be ready to attend to her as soon as she comes.” “Your wish is my command, my king. We’ll be ready.” I bent to check her again and she was still unconscious but breathing, so I quickly lifted her and carried her to the pack doctor. “This face is strange. Where do you think she's coming from? She's not from this pack. Are you sure she's not a rogue? Ren asked me. “I don't know but from my observations, she doesn't look like a rogue. Maybe she fainted.” The way I defended her was what I could not explain. Someone I’ve not seen before. “I love her scent.” Ren Purrs. If not for the fact that I’ve already met my mate, I am sure that this scent would have drawn me to her, not to mention her beauty. Sadly, I already met my mate who betrayed me and died after some years. After that incident, I became hard and cold and locked up my heart. It's been three years now, and I don't have anybody in my life. Many she-wolves have tried to charm and seduce me to make them my chosen mate and queen, but I saw their motives, which were POWER. They all had ulterior motives. I looked at the she-wolf in my hand and for some reason that I can't explain, I could feel Ren protecting her. I decided to mindlink my beta. It was the same beta that was sleeping with my mate before I found out. He pushed the blame to my mate, whom he claimed always seduced him. He openly confessed and asked for forgiveness. I forgave him and we became closer than before. “Kelly?” I mindlinked my beta. He has been my childhood friend. “Ren and I have found an unconscious she-wolf in the forest. She's not from here, nor is she a rogue. Check if there’s any report of her missing.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” “Thank you.” Please when you're done, come to the hospital.” “I’ll do just that. See you soon.” —---- When I reached the hospital, the doctor and his nurses were ready to take care of the she-wolf. I quickly lay her down gently on the bed they brought out and they hurried in with her as she was in a critical condition. I slowly followed them ignoring the way the doctors and nurses were staring at me. I had to wait at the doctor's office while they commenced the treatment. My beta quickly mindlinked me. “Where are you? I'm in the hospital.” “I am at the doctor's office,” I responded. It was not long, and Kelly, my beta, walked into the office. “No report of anyone missing.” “Really? But that's very strange. She looked like she had been running for days because she looked so exhausted. “It could be her family, her mate, or even her pack that doesn't know that she is missing.” Kelly took a deep breath. “I had to even check if there was an attack that had happened somewhere a few days ago, but there was none. Each time there's an attack, there are always victims of the attack, and she may be one of them if there were an attack.” My beta continued. Beta Kelly is the one in charge of news and information. If I want to know what's going on in the werewolf kingdom, I’ll reach out to him.” “I guess we need to wait for her to wake up.” “My king, you can come in now.” The doctor said, We left the office and walked down the hall until we got to the room where she was kept. She was still unconscious, but was assisted by a lot of machines. I was getting scared that she may die since she was still unconscious but on the other hand, I remembered that I have a professional doctor in our pack and can do everything to bring her back to life. “Doctor.” The doctor turned around and bowed to us. “My king. We’ve run a lot of tests on her and discovered that she's in a very critical condition. She doesn't have any wounds either inside or outside.” “Do you have any idea why she passed out?” “It could be stress coupled with the fact that her blood pressure is very high.” “Anything else?” I asked. “Yes, she is pregnant with twins.” I was shocked to hear that. “Are they children fine?’ I was still shocked. “Yes, they are.” “Okay, thank you, doctor. Just let me know when she wakes up.” “Yes, my King. I’ll do that.”.SHARON’S POVJordan Pack council chamber smelled exactly the way I remembered: cedar oil, old parchment, beeswax candles, and the faint metallic bite of wolf anger held barely in check. I stepped through the tall double doors with Morris at my side, his hand rested low on my back, it was not possessive, it was just there, steady. The same hand that had held me together when I screamed for dead children who weren’t dead. The same hand that would steady me now.The long table stretched down the center of the room. Twenty-three elders were already seated. Their faces I hadn’t seen in years, some looked older, while some looked exactly the same. All of them watched me walk the length of the aisle like I was a ghost wearing someone else’s skin.Sandra sat at the far end in chains. She had iron cuffs on wrists and ankles. Her black gown was replaced with plain gray prisoner linen. Her hair was loose and tangled. And her eyes were red-rimmed but burning. When she saw me she jerked against th
SANDRA’S POV The moment Sharon dropped the hood I felt the air leave the hall. My face went from smug to blank in half a heartbeat. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My eyes locked on Sharon’s, her wide, glassy eyes stared back at me. My pupils were blown black with disbelief.She took one step forward in one pace like a ghost. “Hello, sister.”The word cut through the sudden silence like a thrown knife.I jerked as if I’d been by Sharon. One hand flew to my throat, as my fingers clawed at the silver torque. My chest heaved once, twice. This was a dream. This has to be a dream, it certainly has to be. Please this can’t be happening here. “No,” I whispered.She took another step forward like the ghost of her that traumatised me every single night. I stumbled back into the nearest table as a goblet tipped and dark wine spilled across the white cloth like blood.“No,” I said again, louder this time. “You can’t do this here, please. Don’t do this. Let me go, I didn’t kill you. I
SHARON’S POV I woke Darius with a bucket of ice water.He came up choking, lungs seizing, body jerking hard against the ropes that cinched his wrists to the iron chair legs. Water streamed down his face, soaked his shirt, and dripped onto the bare concrete. The single bulb overhead swung lazily, throwing his shadow long and jagged across the wall. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, then froze when he finally focused on me. Morris stood three paces away, arms folded, face carved from stone. Kelly leaned against the far wall, chain coiled loosely in one fist, expression calm in that way that always made people sweat.Darius tested the ropes once. Found them solid. Then he laughed—a short, cracked sound that died fast.“So it’s real,” he rasped. “You’re real.”“Very.” I stepped closer. “And still breathing.”He coughed water from his lungs. “Thought the ghosts finally finished me off.”“They almost did.” I crouched so our eyes met level. “But you’re here. Talking. That mea
SHARON’S POV Moonlight turned the quarry road silver and sharp. Gravel crunched under my shoes even though I tried to step soft. The night smelled of pine resin and wet stone, somewhere far off an owl called once, low and lonely. My heart slammed so hard I tasted metal in the back of my throat.Morris’s voice still echoed in my head from an hour ago, rough and pleading in the dark of our bedroom.“Don’t do this, Sharon. Please. I can’t watch you walk into that clearing alone.”I had pressed my forehead to his chest, felt his heartbeat race under my palm.“Nothing’s going to happen. I’ll be back before you finish the second cup of coffee.”He hadn’t laughed. Just held me tighter until my ribs ached.Now I am here.Alone.The plan felt clever when we mapped it out on the kitchen table. Darius was cracking, he was tormented with seeing me everywhere. If the real me appeared, alive, whole, speaking, he would either collapse or spill everything. Either way we will win. Either way Sandra’s
MORRIS’ POV The study smelled of cedar smoke and the sharp herbal tea Sharon kept brewing for Thorne. I stood at the tall window, watching the last of the daylight bleed out of the sky while Elias Crowe sat rigid in the armchair opposite the desk. He looked thinner than the last time he came begging for his family’s lives. His eyes were sunken, and his hands restless on his knees.He spoke the moment Kelly closed the door behind him.“Sandra sent me in,” Elias said without preamble. “She told me to slip past the outer patrols, get eyes on the main house, the children’s wing, anywhere I might catch a glimpse of your wife or the kids. She wants proof they’re really gone. She said the silence from this side feels wrong and too quiet. She said there have been no grief fires and no retaliation ever since you lost your wife and kids. She’s starting to think Darius lied about the whole thing.”I turned slowly. “And what did you see?”“Nothing.” Elias spread his palms. “Because there’s nothi
SANDRA’S POVI paced the length of the private solar, wineglass forgotten in my hand until the liquid sloshed over the rim and stained the cuff of my sleeve crimson. Darius sat sprawled in the high-backed chair near the hearth, one boot propped on the fender, staring into the flames like they owed him answers. He hadn’t spoken much since he arrived. He just nodded when I poured him a drink, then fell silent again.It’s been five days now. Five full days since he told me Elder Thorne was handled, and not a single rumor about his dead body had crawled out of the council quarter. Nobody has been dragged from the river. No servant has rushed in screaming over a corpse in the woods. No frantic search parties lighting torches along the old trails. Nothing, just absence. Clean, perfect, and impossible absence.I stopped in front of him as I set the glass down hard enough that the stem rang against the marble table.“Where is the body, Darius?”He didn’t flinch, he just lifted his gaze slowl







