MasukVioletI woke up the next morning feeling like a giant train had run over my entire body.My right shoulder was throbbing under the fresh bandages, but the pain in my chest felt ten times worse.I stared up at the dark wooden ceiling, remembering every single cold word Dante had said in that video.Useless.An obedient dog.A quiet sob tried to bubble up in my throat, but I forced it right back down into my stomach.I was completely done crying over an Alpha who treated me like dirt and cheated on me behind my back.The bedroom door creaked open softly, making me turn my head toward the bright doorway.Simon stepped into the room holding a tray with a hot mug of tea and a small plate of soup.He didn't look like a scary killer today—he was wearing a simple gray sweater and dark jeans.What made me completely freeze on the bed was his hair.His short brown hair from before was gone, revealing thick, natural snow-white hair that matched my grandfather's exactly."You're awake," Simon sa
VioletI woke up with a sharp, throbbing ache radiating through my right shoulder. My eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking against the bright white light streaming into the room.I was lying on a soft bed inside a clean, spacious bedroom with dark wooden walls and high ceilings."Where am I?" I whispered out loud, my voice raspy and dry.I tried to sit up, but a jolt of pain shot down my arm, making me gasp and fall back against the pillows."Don't move too fast, child," a soft, raspy voice said from the side of the room.I turned my head quickly, my heart racing as I looked toward the window.An old man was sitting in a wooden armchair, wearing a heavy gray sweater and dark pants.What caught my attention immediately was his hair—it was completely, unnaturally snow white. Just like mine. Beside him stood a young woman holding a tray of clean bandages, and her hair was pure white too.In fact, two guards standing quietly near the bedroom door had the exact same stark white hair."Who
VioletThree full days sitting alone in this empty vacation house was torture.I paced around the silent living room, staring down at my phone screen for the hundredth time today.There were zero missed calls, zero text messages, and no sign of Dante."Is he seriously ignoring me on purpose?" I asked myself, throwing the quiet phone onto the soft couch cushion.I thought back to how he held me against his study desk, making all those grand speeches about missing me and begging for thirty days.Yet the second I moved out to this remote lake house to recover in peace, he went ghost on me."I can't just sit in this quiet forest doing nothing forever, Nala," I grumbled out loud, crossing my arms over my chest."He's probably just busy dealing with Gwen and the elders," Nala offered softly in my head. "You know how crazy things are back at the pack house right now.""I don't care how crazy things are," I muttered back, staring out the window at the tall trees. "He could have sent a simple
DanteI pulled the SUV into the pack house driveway, cutting the engine before the dust even settled.Bret hopped out of the passenger side and yanked the back door open, dragging Morgana out by her iron-cuffed wrists."Get her down to the sub-level cells," I told Bret as I stepped out into the night air. "Keep her separate from Doctor Evans so they can't coordinate a lie.""Got it," Bret said, hauling the trembling witch toward the side basement entrance. "She won't make a peep."I marched straight through the front doors of the pack house, my boots echoing heavily off the marble floor.Ted was standing near the main staircase waiting for me."Did you send out the notice?" I asked, stopping right in front of him."Yeah, Alpha," Ted nodded. "All five council elders are already assembling in the high chamber, along with Gwen and her father.""Good," I said, a dark wave of satisfaction washing over me. "Are my personal enforcers posted at every door?""Every exit is locked down tight,"
Dante I followed them inside, shutting the storage room door and leaning my back against it."What do you want with me?" Morgana hissed, glaring up at me with pure hatred in her dark eyes. "I left your territory two years ago! I don't owe your pack anything!""Two weeks ago, a female wolf named Gwen came to see you," I said, walking over and standing right over her.Morgana kept her lips clamped shut, turning her head away to stare at the stacked cardboard boxes against the wall."She paid you to perform a blood-binding spell on a vial of blood," I continued, keeping my voice steady and cold. "Don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about.""I deal with dozens of desperate idiots every week," Morgana lied smoothly, raising her chin in defiance. "I don't remember any wolf named Gwen.""I don't have time to play stupid games with you, witch," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a small dagger coated in rowan wood oil.Rowan wood was pure poison to rogue witches—it didn
DanteI walked back down to the freezing basement cell, my heavy boots thudding against the cold concrete steps. I needed a name, and I wasn't leaving this underground room until Evans gave it to me.Bret was standing right outside the heavy iron door, tapping his foot against the floorboards while keeping guard."Did you call the tracking team?" Bret asked as I stopped in front of him."Yeah, but sending them blindly into the southern swamps is going to take way too long," I said, pulling my key ring out of my jeans pocket. "We need the name of the witch who did this.""Evans was practically fainting when I left him in there," Bret warned, stepping back to let me unlock the door. "He might pass out the second he sees you again.""Then I'll wake him back up," I said flatly, turning the heavy metal key until the lock clicked loudly.I pushed the iron door open and stepped inside the dim cell. Doctor Evans was slumping forward in the chair, his chest rising and falling in shallow, panic
Volet’s POV“What the hell is wrong with you?”I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I failed.My eyes stayed on Derek. I couldn't look away even though my chest burned. He was on the couch in the balcony with Cherry, his ex-girlfriend, sitting on his lap like she belonged there. His hand was un
VIOLET'S POV"That's it, take five," Our instructor said, and I let out a sigh, as I reached the floor like a puddle of slime.I looked around to see that I was the first one on the floor not surprising... I'm the weakest one here.We had been running for hours. Not the dramatic kind with screaming
DANTE'S POV I stepped out of the car, taking in the house in front of me while my men spent the small seconds doing a sweep. It had to be one of the blandest houses I had seen, white all through, probably because of all the shady stuff that happened behind those wooden doors. I never liked to
Violet's POVTwo months laterI never wanted to be a boy but that's the only way I knew how to survive.....“Catch that thief!” A man's voice echoed through the streets, and I tried my best to push through.My feet pounded against the pavement as I tore through the market crowd, clutching my bag to







