Chapter 4. Roots and Shadows.
Becky’s POV.
I got out of the airport, cold air carrying the unmistakable scent of pine and damp earth that only my pack lands had. The familiarity hit me like a punch to the gut, stirring a wave of emotions I wasn’t ready to face. Five years away from this place, and yet it still felt like home.
Dragging my suitcase behind me, I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and took a deep breath. Things would be different now. I was different now. I’d spent five years in the human world, working, studying, and building a life of independence. But the memory of why I left—the rejection, the pain—still lingered in the back of my mind, a ghost that refused to fade completely.
The airport was as quiet as I remembered. I was glad to see that that didn't change with the five years I was gone. I stopped in my tracks, remembering I didn't return alone.
“Becks. Slow down will ya? I know it feels good to be back home but I only have two legs and a heavy suitcase behind me.” Jimmy said, dragging his extra large suitcase behind him while trying to catch up with me.
“Oh Jimmy, you're as dramatic as ever," I said with a chuckle and stopped in my tracks.
“Well, what's life without a bit of drama." He said walking past me.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing, catching up to him. Without him by my side, five years in the human world would have been boring. I caught the scent of someone familiar.
“Becky, Jimmy."
We both turned to see Brandon, my older brother, standing a few feet away. He looked the same. His face was clear with no beards on it, though his stents were a bit more serious. His eyes widened when they met mine, and then he broke into a playful grin, striding towards me with open arms.
I brushed past Jimmy, dropping my bag to hug him tightly.
Jimmy picked up my bag and walked towards us, a cheerful smile on his face.
"Look at you," he said, holding me at arm’s length and scanning my face. "You’ve grown up. You’re… different.”
"Good different, I hope," I replied with a smirk.
He laughed. "Of course. You’re still my kid sister.” he turned to face Jimmy, pulling him in for a hug which surprised him.
“Jimmy, it's so good to see your sassy self. I hope my sister wasn't too stressed out in the human world?”
" Your sister is as tough as a rock and as sticky as a cat.”
Brandon raised an eyebrow at Jimmy’s comment, his lips twitching with amusement. “Sticky as a cat or sneaky as a cat? That’s a new one. Care to explain, Jimmy?”
Jimmy grinned, setting my suitcase upright. “Both. She’s stubborn as hell, but once she decides you’re hers, you’re stuck. Doesn’t let go. Like a clingy cat that swipes at you if you try to leave.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “Oh, please. You’re the clingy one, Jimmy. Who insisted on following me here because ‘life without Becky is dull’?” I mimicked his dramatic tone.
Brandon chuckled, clapping Jimmy on the back. “Well, I’m glad you followed her. Someone’s gotta keep her out of trouble.”
Jimmy smirked. “Oh, trust me, trouble is the one following her.”
I shot him a mock glare before grabbing my suitcase and bag from Jimmy. “Alright, enough teasing. Let’s get going before I regret bringing you here.”
Brandon laughed, picking up Jimmy’s oversized suitcase with ease before taking mine. “I’ll drive. Mom and Dad are waiting, and knowing Mom, she’s probably already cooked half the kitchen.”
We piled into Brandon’s truck, the familiar scent of leather and pine filling the cab. Jimmy sat in the back, peering out the window like an excited tourist.
“Is this your first time in pack territory?” Brandon asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
Jimmy nodded. “Yup. I’ve heard all the stories from Becky, though. Werewolves, packs, mates… it’s all fascinating. A bit like a soap opera, really.”
Brandon snorted. “That’s one way to describe it. Though I’d say it’s less dramatic than you might think.”
Jimmy leaned forward, grinning mischievously. “Oh, come on. You’re telling me you don’t have any juicy pack gossip? Secret love affairs? Betrayals? The usual drama?”
Brandon shot me a look, his smirk widening. “Oh, we’ve got drama alright. Becky will fill you in later, I’m sure.”
I groaned, slouching in my seat. “Can we not? I came back for peace, not gossip.”
Jimmy laughed, settling back in his seat. “Fine, fine. But don’t think I’m not taking notes for when the drama inevitably finds us.”
Brandon’s laughter echoed through the truck as we continued down the winding road toward the pack house. The closer we got, the tighter my chest felt. The trees blurred past, the familiarity both comforting and suffocating.
Brandon got to know Jimmy from the once in a while video calls.
Finally, we rounded the last bend, and the pack house came into view. It stood tall and proud, just as I remembered it, with its wide wooden doors and sprawling grounds. A small crowd was gathered outside, and I recognized a few familiar faces among them.
As we pulled up, Mom was the first to break away, her face lighting up when she saw me.
“Pumpkin!” she cried, running toward the truck before Brandon could even put it in the park.
I barely had time to step out before she enveloped me in a tight hug, her warmth and scent instantly soothing my nerves.
“Hi, Mom,” I murmured, hugging her back.
“Oh, look at you,” she said, pulling back to cup my face. Her eyes were misty, her smile radiant. “You’ve grown so much. And who’s this handsome young man?” she added, glancing at Jimmy with curiosity.
Jimmy stepped forward, flashing his charming smile. “Jimmy, ma’am. Becky’s roommate, best friend, and professional drama diffuser.”
Mom laughed, shaking his hand. “Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Jimmy. Any friend of Becky’s family here.”
I couldn't see my dad or other brothers anywhere. “Where's Dad and the others?" I asked my mom.
“Branson, Damian, and Damon are in the kitchen or talking to some wolves while Sebastian is with your father, speaking with the Alpha King.” Mom said, unable to hide her excitement.
My heart immediately sank at the last word she said and I felt my knees getting weak.
Chapter 36: The Mess Before The Beautiful.Sebastian’s POVThe drive to Grandma’s house was unusually quiet. Normally, a car ride with the four of us would be filled with snarky jabs, off-key singing, and the occasional wrestling match in the backseat between Damian and Brandon. But not today.Today, Becky was pressed up against the window in the backseat, earbuds in, hoodie pulled over her head, acting like the world didn’t exist. And maybe to her, it didn’t.I glance at her through the rearview mirror. Her arms were crossed over her chest like she was guarding herself from something — or someone.“She hasn’t said a word in over an hour,” Brandon whispered beside me, scrolling through his phone but not really looking at it.“Yeah,” I muttered. “I noticed.”Damian, in the passenger seat, turned around slightly to peek at Becky. “She’s shutting us out again.”“She’s not shutting us out. Something’s wrong.” My hands tightened around the steering wheel. “And I don't know what it is. Or d
Chapter 35: Power Problems and Sibling Nonsense.Becky’s POVSebastian landed on the floor with a thud and a bark of laughter. “There’s the little beast I remember.”I scowled at him, crossing my arms. “You’re lucky I didn’t blast your ass through the wall.”He raised a brow and stood, brushing himself off. “You probably could’ve. That’s the problem.”I hated that he was right. Again.I could still feel it—whatever it was. This low, constant hum inside me like something ancient was trying to claw its way out through my bones. My wolf was quiet, like she was sitting back to watch what happened next.That never meant anything good, for me. Sebastian grabbed my desk chair and spun it backwards, sitting in it like some knockoff interrogator. “So... what are we dealing with? Elemental magic? Ancestral witch curse? Accidental wolfsbane ingestion?”I gave him a flat look. “Not wolfsbane. That would’ve killed me.”“Only if you’re normal.” He smirked. “Which we both know you’re not.”“ Awww.
Chapter 34: Home sweet home.Becky's POV “For fucks sake Haunter, could you please stop staring at me with those fack ass lovie dovie eyes? It's making me feel nauseous.” I barked, unable to stop myself. It's the fifth time he's stared at me with those eyes since I woke up. It's driving me insane and it's all thanks to the stupid mate bond and my recklessness last night. He looked at me with hurt in his eyes before it was quickly replaced with a look of indifference and innocence. “But I didn't do anything?" “Fuck it, I'm going to my parents how for a few days and I'll continue working form home form there.” I said, already getting up from the chair. " And don't worry, I have five older brothers who are also hybrids and hybrids as friends too so they can protect me well.” I said cutting him off before he could speak, as I walked out of the dining room and upstairs to my bedroom. By the time I reached my room, my hands were shaking. I didn’t know if it was rage, frustration, or th
Chapter 33: The Claim.Becky’s POVThe word hung in the steamy air between us, vibrating with a possessiveness that should have chilled me. Mine. It wasn't a question, not a declaration of protection. It was a primal assertion, carved from the bedrock of whatever ancient magic bound us. Haunter’s silver gray eyes, usually so controlled, burned with an intensity that stripped away the steam, the towel, the lingering shock of the night. He didn’t just see the change in me; he claimed it. Claimed the power, claimed the danger, claimed me.And the terrifying, exhilarating part? My traitorous body sang in response.A wave of heat, entirely separate from the shower’s residue, washed over me. It started low in my belly, a coil of pure energy tightening, and radiated outwards, making my skin prickle beneath the damp towel. My breath hitched, audible in the sudden, charged silence. It wasn’t just the adrenaline from the fight or the wolfsbane’s lingering haze. This was different. Deeper. A res
Chapter 32: Cracks in the Silence.Becky’s POVTwo weeks of tension—of pretending not to feel the way my chest stuttered every time Haunter looked at me for too long—had finally built into something unbearable.The cult hadn’t resurfaced since the attack on the perimeter. But silence? Silence was worse. Silence meant plotting. Silence meant waiting. And I hated waiting.I tried to keep myself busy. Mapping old paths through the forest. Studying the fragments of parchment we'd found in the collapsed tunnels. Making late-night excuses not to sit too close to Haunter in strategy meetings because his proximity made my pulse betray me every damn time.I was doing okay. Holding it together.Until tonight.---The mission was simple: scout a burned-down sector on the west ridge where dark witches had supposedly held rituals decades ago. I was with Candy, Micah, and two younger wolves from the patrol unit. It was supposed to be quiet. Abandoned.Except, It wasn’t.Micah was the first to get h
Chapter 31: Bloodlines and Broken TrustHunter’s POVThe scent of burnt fur still clung to my jacket, thick and bitter. I stalked through the compound’s hallways, my wolf pacing just beneath my skin, restless and wild.Becky had tried to play it cool tonight loyal soldier, fearless warrior, calm in the face of fire.But I’d felt it.The lie.The hesitation.The way her pulse had stuttered when I mentioned the bond.This wasn’t just about the curse. It went deeper.She flinched when I touched her—barely noticeable, but I saw it. Like even that small contact was something sacred she didn’t deserve anymore. Or worse… like it reminded her of a truth she couldn’t speak.I should’ve pressed her. Should’ve demanded answers. But Jimmy’s smug face flashed in my mind.That bastard.Too comfortable these days. Too smug. And earlier tonight, when I caught him digging through encrypted files, he hadn’t even tried to deny it.“Maybe you’re not digging deep enough.”His words hit like a slap.Like h