MasukLouis's pov……I changed outfits three times.Three.Which was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.I stood in front of the huge mirror in my quarters, my arms folded, staring at my reflection like it had personally betrayed me.“You are an Alpha,” I muttered. “Not a nervous girl preparing for a first date.”The word date made my stomach flip.This was not a date.This was just… moonlight watching. That was all.And yet.I smoothed my hands down the sides of my dark trousers for the fourth time, then adjusted the soft, fitted top I’d chosen. Practical. Comfortable. Still… nice. My hair was loose instead of tied back. That wasn’t intentional. I just… forgot to tie it.That was all.I took a breath.Then another.Then I left before I could change again.Damien was already waiting near the edge of the clearing when I arrived.Leaning casually against a tree. Arms folded. Dark hair slightly damp, like he’d just finishing taking a bathe. Moonlight brushing over sharp lines of his face.He loo
Damien's pov…..The pack gates creaked open as we returned.The familiar scent of woodsmoke, pine, and warm bread hit me first. Home. Or something close to it. The merged camp had begun to feel almost… real. Alive. Children ran between huts. Warriors laughed near the sparring circle. The guards on the watchtower bowed when Louis and I passed.She walked ahead of me, her spine straight, head high__ Alpha__ Always Alpha.And still, somehow, my undoing.I watched her longer than I should have.The moon was already rising, pale and full above the trees. Its glow dusted her hair in silver and softened the sharp lines of her posture. She turned slightly, as if she could feel my eyes on her.I looked into her eyes and everything stilled.Just for a heartbeat.Something passed between us, Just quiet… awareness.I cleared my throat. “Louis.”She paused and turned to meI stepped closer, ignoring the way my wolf stirred under my ribs. “Would you… want to watch the moonlight tonight?”The words
Louis’s POV…….I was in the training yard correcting a warrior’s stance when one of the younger guard wolves sprinted toward me, breathless, his eyes wide.“Alpha Louis,” he panted. “There—there’s something in the eastern woods.”I straightened immediately. “Slow down. Tell me what you saw.”He swallowed. “I didn’t see it. I felt it. Like… like something watching us. The patrol dogs refused to go further. And the birds went silent.”That alone set every instinct in my body on edge.Silence in the forest was never natural.“I’ll handle it,” I said, already turning toward the packhouse.“Alpha Damien already heard,” the wolf added quickly. “He said he’d go check it out.”I froze.Of course he did.I spun back to the warrior. “He’s going alone?”The wolf hesitated. “He said it could be dangerous. That you should remain here.”Heat sparked under my skin—anger.“I am not some fragile thing to be protected from my own territory,” I said sharply. “Return to your duties.”By the time I reache
Louis’ POV…..I woke up slowly.Not with pain. Not with panic or heat.Just… quiet.The first thing I noticed was the warmth. Not the fevered heat that had burned through me before, but something steady and grounding. The second was the faint scent of herbs clinging to my skin, cool and earthy. The healer’s work.I blinked, my lashes heavy, my body sore in a way that spoke of exhaustion rather than injury.I was alive.The realization settled gently, without fireworks. No rush of fear. No sharp memory of claws or teeth or desperation. Just the soft creak of the den as someone moved outside and the distant sounds of the pack starting their day.I pushed myself upright slowly, testing my balance. My head swam for a moment, then steadied.“You’re awake.”I turned at the sound of the healer’s voice. She stood near the entrance, arms folded, eyes sharp but relieved.“How do you feel?” she asked.“Like I wrestled the forest and lost,” I muttered.She snorted. “You’re lucky to be alive.”I
Damien’s POV……I woke up to peaceful silence.—the kind that pressed too close, too still, like the forest itself was holding its breath.For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. My body ached in that deep, bone-level way that came from pushing past my limits. My shoulder throbbed where teeth had grazed my skin. My arms felt heavy and numb.Then I felt her.Warm,Solid and Breathing.Louis was curled against my chest, her head tucked beneath my chin, her breath slow and even now. The feverish heat that had driven me mad the night before was gone, replaced by something softer, steadier. Her scent—my mate—was still there, but muted. Calm__Alive.Relief hit me so hard I had to close my eyes.Careful not to wake her, I shifted slightly, testing her weight in my arms. She stirred but didn’t wake, her fingers tightening faintly in my shirt as if instinct alone refused to let go.“I’ve got you,” I whispered again, the words etched into me now.The sky was pale with early morning when
Damien’s POV…..The forest was eerily quiet.Howls ripped through the trees behind me—wild, frenzied and feral. The unmated wolves had caught her scent fully now, and it had driven them past their normal sense, past hierarchy, past fear.They were hunting.And I was running.They didn't care if I was the Alpha or not, they were no longer in complete control of their minds.Louis was light in my arms, her body burning against my chest, her breath coming in weak, broken gasps. Her scent wrapped around me like a vise that was choking me—sweet, desperate, pleading. Every step I took was a war between instinct and will.Run.Hide.Take her.My wolf roared inside my skull, claws scraping, teeth snapping.She’s ours. You’re denying us.“Shut up,” I snarled aloud, leaping over a fallen log without slowing. Branches whipped against my shoulders, tore at my skin, but I didn’t feel it. Pain meant nothing. Only distance mattered.The howls were closer now.Too close.I could hear paws pounding e







