~Helen’s POV~Dinner had been peaceful. The kids helped me cook, and when Marcus and Mom finally got home, we all sat together, eating and laughing like any other night. It was the kind of normalcy I craved—simple, warm, safe.But when night fell and the house grew quiet, I found myself lying awake, staring at the ceiling. The "prank" Liam had pulled earlier still gnawed at me."What if it wasn’t him? What if next time it’s real?"I rolled onto my side, shaking my head. You’re overthinking, Helen. Go to sleep.The house was silent. Everyone was asleep.Then, a sound.A faint thud from outside.I sat up, heart hammering.Liam.I let out a sigh, rubbing my temples. Oh, come on. You have to do this again?Grabbing my phone, I squinted at the screen—1:14 AM.Wait…My stomach twisted. Would Liam really be playing games at this hour?Then I heard it again—another noise, closer this time.I slid out of bed as quietly as possible, tiptoeing toward the door. The floor was cool beneath my feet.
~Ruby’s POV~"Hey, Ruby… I'm here now." Liam’s voice came through the phone.I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Oh… thanks, Liam. I really appreciate you doing this.""It's alright, Ruby. Anytime."I glanced at the time on my phone—almost 3 AM. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm in my chest."What about the kids?" I asked, my voice softer now."They're here with us in the living room. They couldn't fall asleep," Liam replied.My heart ached at the thought. "Oh dear, they must be scared.""Yeah… I guess so."There was a pause, a heavy silence stretching between us. I could feel the questions waiting on Liam’s tongue, but he held back."Is Helen there with you?" I asked."Yeah… she's right here.""Alright… good." I exhaled slowly. I had to do something. The kids weren’t safe there, not after what had happened. "I think you'll have to bring the kids over, Liam."There was a brief silence."Oooooookay… when?" Liam asked."First thing tomorrow morning."
~Ruby’s POV~The moment I saw my kids, everything else faded."Mom!" Their voices rang out, high-pitched and filled with excitement as they sprinted toward me.I barely had time to brace myself before they crashed into my arms. My hands roamed over their backs, checking for injuries or anything unusual."How are you two doing?" I asked."We're fine," they chorused.Little Ruby tilted her head up at me, her dark curls bouncing. "It's been a while, Mom.""Yeah... I really missed you two." I squeezed them tighter, as if that would make up for lost time.Helen’s presence caught me off guard. "Helen? How—why did you come too?" I stammered.She nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. "I had to. Marcus can take care of Mom."I swallowed down my gratitude and hugged her too. "Good to see you."Then, I turned to Liam. He was standing there, arms crossed, waiting. He looked the same as always—casual, composed—but I knew him well enough to see the flicker of questions in his eyes."Liam," I said, st
~Roman’s POV~Hours earlier…The day's burdens felt overwhelming. My office was a mess of scattered files, unfinished reports, and half-empty coffee cups. I was exhausted, my brain fogged from hours of staring at documents that never seemed to end.With a sigh, I shoved the last folder aside and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples."Enough."I needed a break.Dragging myself out of my office, I made my way to the living room. The couch welcomed me like an old friend as I sank into it, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels mindlessly.Nothing caught my interest.That’s when my gaze landed on the iPad sitting on the coffee table.I hesitated.For a second, I debated whether to check or not. But curiosity won over restraint.I reached for the device and tapped into the camera feed linked to Ruby’s house.And what I saw made me sit up straighter.Liam.Helen.The kids.All walking into Ruby’s house.I stared at the screen, trying to process it. The kids weren’t sup
~Roman’s POV~I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply.Oh my god.This changes everything.I turned my gaze to Rhett. If he already had this kind of strength at his age… it could only mean one thing.The prophecy might be true.I stared at him, my mind racing through possibilities. His innocent face held no idea of what he had just done, what it could mean. If he was already showing signs now, then there was no more time to waste.Before I could even process my next thought, the front door swung open.Ruby.I’d already heard her coming, already bracing myself for this conversation.“Hey, Mom!” The kids ran toward her, their voices light, innocent—completely unaware of the storm brewing between us.Ruby barely had time to acknowledge them before I stepped forward.“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked with a firm but low voice.She barely spared me a glance, her focus shifting. “Where’s Aunt Helen?”“At the back,” Rhett answered.Ruby let out a breath and then looked at the kids. “G
~Ruby's POV~The house was unusually quiet that night.Even with the kids around, the usual laughter and chatter were absent. Instead, a heavy tension hung in the air, pressing down on all of us like an invisible weight.Helen sat stiffly on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes distant. The kids lingered near the stairs, speaking in hushed voices, exchanging glances as if sensing the unease but not quite knowing what to do with it.And then Liam walked in.The second he stepped through the door, his sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in the atmosphere. “Uncle Liam!” The kids said in a neutral tone. “Hey kids, how are you?” “Good… I guess.” They both chorused.His jaw clenched slightly as his eyes landed on Helen. “Hey, Helen.” “Hi, Liam.”Then on me.He saw it. The frustration. The tension. The exhaustion.He didn’t ask questions right away. Instead, he sighed, running a hand through his hair before speaking. “I need to talk to Ruby. Alone.”Helen nodded, standin
~Little Ruby’s POV~The house felt weird that night.It was too quiet.Even though the lights were still on and the TV played some show nobody was really watching, it felt like something heavy was sitting in the air, making it hard to breathe right. Mom was sitting on the couch, looking tired, and Aunt Helen had her arms crossed, staring at nothing.Rhett and I sat near the stairs, not really sure what to do. Usually, there’d be talking or laughing, or maybe Aunt Helen would be telling Mom one of her long stories that didn’t make sense. But tonight? Nothing.Then the front door opened.Uncle Liam walked in, and everything felt even weirder.He looked around really fast, like he was trying to figure out what was wrong.“Uncle Liam!” Rhett and I said together, but not in our usual happy way. Just… normal.“Hey, kids,” he said. “How are you?”“Good… I guess,” we both mumbled at the same time.His eyes moved to Aunt Helen. “Hey, Helen.”“Hi, Liam.”Then he looked at Mom.I saw something
~Ruby’s POV~The morning air felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was just me.I stood at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring my coffee, though I had no real intention of drinking it. My mind was tangled in too many thoughts, one looping louder than the rest.Liam loves me.He actually said it. And now? Now, I had no idea what to do.I’d spent the morning avoiding him, keeping my conversations brief, and dodging eye contact whenever possible. Liam had tried—oh, he had tried—to catch my gaze, to start some kind of conversation about it. But I wasn’t ready.Not now. Maybe not ever."Mom, can I have cereal?" Rhett's voice pulled me from my thoughts.I blinked, looking down to see him already climbing onto a chair to reach the cabinet."Yeah, of course, baby. Let me help." I moved on autopilot, grabbing the cereal and pouring it into his bowl.Little Ruby came in a second later, rubbing her eyes. "Is Uncle Liam still here?"I tensed for just a moment before nodding. "Yeah, he was ou
~Teen Ruby's POV~The wind on Silver Frost Peak has a fresh smell in spring—crisp pine, lilacs, and a hint of warmth. It feels calm and settled. It's been almost twelve years since the last war ended. Twelve years since blood was spilled, and we lived in fear. After all this time, our world can finally breathe easy again.And now? The Silver Frost Pack isn't just a stronghold. It's home. It’s laughter echoing from stone balconies. It’s children playing without looking over their shoulders. It’s wolves racing through wildflower fields, not for battle, but for joy.Mom and Dad—they’re not just my parents. They’re legends.Everyone knows Ruby Blackwood D’Angelo and Roman D’Angelo. The Luna who once stood on cracked bones to protect her blood, and the Alpha who bent his power to hold her heart.But at home? They're just Mom and Dad.Dad still smirks when he catches Mom rolling her eyes. Mom still mutters “I swear I’ll murder him” when he forgets to close the back door. He still doesn
Ruby's POVRoman was quiet after the fight. Too quiet.He didn’t complain about the bruises, the slow way he moved, or how he occasionally winced when standing too fast. He just… watched me. Every time I brought him water or pressed a cool cloth to his shoulder, every time I adjusted his bandage or touched his arm longer than necessary—he watched me.Not like a patient. Like a man memorising his reason to stay alive.He didn’t ask for help, but I gave it. Just like he once nursed me when I was broken, lost, confused, and afraid of what I’d become. Back then, his hands had steadied me without demanding anything in return. So now, I gave him the same.It felt… right.The pack had settled for now. No threats. No chaos. No one knocking on the door screaming for blood. Just silence and this fragile space we were building together, like walking on a glass bridge in bare feet.And then, one evening—when the bruising on his cheek had finally faded to a yellow-brown smear and the dark exhaus
~Roman's POV~The scent hit me first.The smell was heavy and strong—like a mix of blood and smoke in the wet earth. Even though it had rained yesterday, the dampness couldn’t cover up that other smell. It was sharp and metallic, and it felt deeply unsettling.The moonlight filtered through the trees, creating bright spots on the ground while shadows from the low branches danced around us. As Kai and I made our way through the woods, I could hear the crunch of twigs and leaves under my boots, but I wasn't focused on the here and now. My thoughts were racing ahead, wondering what awaited us.And then we saw him.“Rhett?” I stopped short.He was just standing there. Still as stone, eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost. His lips were slightly parted, his skin a few shades too pale.Kai stepped up beside me. “How the hell—?”“I don’t know,” Rhett said quickly. “I swear I don’t. One minute I was in the room... and the next... I was here.”“Sleepwalking?” I asked, my chest tightening as I ste
~Ruby’s POV~The wind was sharp that night—cold and wild, like it knew what I was walking into.It didn’t howl. It whispered. Like the trees were holding their breath, the stars refusing to blink. A silence thick enough to hear your own heartbeat in your throat.I left the letter folded neatly on the kitchen counter. One for Roman. One for the twins. I didn’t write much—no drawn-out goodbyes, no sentimental fluff. Just enough for them to understand I had to do this alone.I couldn't risk Roman holding me back. Not with his heart, not with his fear. Not this time.And now I stood beneath the broken arches of the ruined sanctuary, deep in the forest where no streetlights dared to shine. The stones were old, their carvings worn down by the wind and time. Moss covered everything, feeling thick and damp beneath my boots. The shattered stained-glass window above let in bits of moonlight, casting patches of red and blue on the floor like blood and bruises.She was already there, of course.
~Ruby's POV~I knew something was wrong the second I saw Rhett sitting on the edge of the couch, shoulders tight, hands tucked beneath his thighs like he was trying to stop himself from shaking. His eyes darted to me when I walked in, then back to the floor.“Mom,” he whispered.I sat beside him. “What is it, baby?”He looked up, his little face pale and frightened. “There was… there was light. From my hands. Like real light, not in my head. It burned.”I bit my lips. Roman had actually told me what he sawI didn’t know what to say at first. I felt Roman’s shadow behind me, his presence instantly tense.“What do you mean, it burned?” I asked carefully.“I dreamed again,” Rhett continued. “Shadows and fire. But this time… when I woke up, my hands were glowing. Like fire, but not hot. And then it stopped. And it happened earlier today during training.” I reached out, gently cupping his cheek. “Did anyone else see it?”He shook his head. “Just me, Aunt Esperanza and Uncle Evan.“Okay,”
~Roman’s POV~The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the open training field. The air was filled with the sounds of light grunts, the thud of feet on the ground, and the rustle of grass being disturbed by determined movements. I stood just outside the entrance to the field, my hands in my pockets, quietly watching everything happen.In the centre of the clearing, Rhett was hard at work. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his cheeks were bright red from the effort. His moves were sharp. They weren’t perfect—he was only six, after all—but the fact that he was out here, going up against Evan and Esperanza, said a lot."Keep working on those forms, Rhett!" Evan called out."You're doing really well," Esperanza added from the sideline, her arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on her face.I watched as Rhett adjusted his footing, shifting his weight like Evan taught him. He maintained a wide stance, with his knees bent just enough, his spine straight, and his f
~Ruby's POV~“Miss me, Ruby?”My breath caught. My throat went dry. That voice—smooth, mocking, sharp like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath.“Sarah,” I whispered.She laughed. “Still sounds good coming out of your mouth. But don’t worry—I’m not here to play games. Not yet.”And then, just before the line went dead: “Roman is mine and I’ll make sure of it. So be ready, Ruby. I always get what I want.”It echoed in my ears long after the silence took over. The words weren’t new. She’d said them once before, months ago at that party.That night still haunted me.Her red dress. Her wineglass clutched with elegance. Her gaze, like a sniper’s, locked on Roman and burning holes through me.“I don’t know what little fairytale you’re living in,” she’d whispered that night, smiling like we were old friends. “But Roman belongs to me. And I don’t lose.”I hadn't taken it seriously. I’d told myself she was just jealous. Obsessed. Bitter.But now?Now I knew better.I stormed down the hallway.
~Kai’s POV~The dim blue glow of my laptop screen was the only light in the office, throwing strange shadows across the scattered papers and empty coffee cups. My fingers flew across the keyboard, heart hammering in my chest as I pulled the last of the encrypted files from Damien’s hidden folder.Almost there. Just a few more seconds.Lines of code scrolled faster than my eyes could follow, the Tribunal’s secure database unravelling in front of me like an old, fragile map. I had hacked into high-clearance systems before—military, government, and even private wolf packs—but this felt different. More dangerous. More... necessary."Come on," I muttered, tapping my foot anxiously.Finally, the upload bar blinked green: SUBMISSION COMPLETE.I sat back with a sharp breath, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. The files—everything: illegal experiments, secret auctions, conspiracies — were now public. Leaked under a fake, high-level Alpha Court signature. The Tribunal had no choic
~Ruby's POV~We were under attack.The cold night air hit my face as I stood on the balcony, the wind tugging at my clothes. My heart raced in my chest, pounding hard. Below, I watched as soldiers and warriors sprang into action, their weapons shining in the dim light. I could hear their shouts and the commands being yelled over the growing tension.No time to waste.I quickly turned and raced down the marble stairs, the sound of my boots pounding against the floor ringing in my ears. I wasn’t thinking about the warriors gathering or the enemies getting closer; my main concern was the kids.Always the kids.I reached their room and flung the door open, my breath coming fast.“Mom?” Rhett sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, confusion twisting his young face.“What’s going on?” Little Ruby asked.I forced a smile — a poor disguise, but the best I could manage. I crouched quickly beside their beds, gathering them close.“Nothing too serious," I said lightly. "Just a small fight. Nothing t