登入LOUIS'S POV I never thought all the anticipation and anxiety I felt this past week while sitting beside Tracy’s bed would fade the moment her eyes opened. But I should have known better. I had been praying for her recovery, especially after the bullshit her parents spewed about how she could stay in that coma for who knows how long. I wasn’t about to have two unconscious mates. So when I finally heard her voice, that soft voice I now knew was nothing but a fake act—a wave of deep relief washed through me, even if it didn't last long. I expected her to lose her mind over me marking her, but hearing her finally drop the act and speak her mind was almost funny. If she was half as smart as I knew she was, she would take my advice and show up at the council meeting with me tomorrow. Her harsh words might have pissed me off if I couldn't feel how differently she actually felt through our bond. She was so vocal about hating me and calling me a monster, but beneath her anger, I felt the
"You... you marked me?" I choked out in sheer disbelief, ignoring how dry and cracked my throat felt. "Tracy..." My brother breathed, his voice breaking as both he and Louis rushed over to the side of the bed, their eyes wide. "You’re finally awake... Goodness, you actually made it," Mark added, his hands trembling as his eyes searched my face. "I thought we lost you for a second there, Tracy. God... why did it take you so long to wake up?" I tried to pay attention to my brother's frantic check-over, but I couldn't peel my eyes away from Louis, who sat on the bed beside him. Louis’s dark eyes were stretched wide, yet his expression remained strictly guarded... and I absolutely hated that I could see right through his mask now. I could feel the profound wave of relief that flooded through him via our newly forged bond. I wasn't sure how to feel about that intimate connection—it terrified me. "Can you leave us for a minute, Mark?" I finally choked out, forcing my gaze off Lo
I thought that was the end of me. I thought life as I had known it was completely over the exact moment I felt those cold fangs sink into my throat. I hadn’t even seen the face of the man who marked me, but I didn’t need to—I could feel him. His aura was unmistakable. He was the exact same monster who had plagued my nightmares. My body shut down the second his mark settled against my collarbone, plunging me into a deep, suffocating void. A darkness I didn’t even bother trying to fight my way out of. I would rather remain dead and buried in this abyss than live bound to a monster like him. To me, dying wasn’t a tragedy—it was a mercy from the Moon Goddess. Or at least, that was how I rationalized it in the small, fading corner of my mind. My only real regret was leaving my brother behind without saying a proper goodbye. That single thought pulled at my chest far more than the terror of death... that, and the memory of Lou— Before I could even complete the thought, a blindi
LOUIS'S POV We marched back through the pack gates reeking of blood, and death. More than half of the warriors I had marched out with didn't return. Doctors, and panic-stricken family members scrambled through the field, pulling the wounded off stretchers. The collective eyes of the entire pack remained glued to me as I cut through the chaos, clutching Tracy tightly against my chest. Her breathing had grown shallow—frighteningly so. Because of that, nothing else in the world mattered to me. Not the casualties. Not the defeat. Nothing. "Get your parents," I commanded coldly to Mark, who was being propped up by Denise. "They're already on their way..." Mark choked out, his voice barely audible as his bloodshot eyes fixed on his sister's deathly pale face. "She was marked twice, Louis..." His voice cracked, tears cutting clean trails through the mud on his cheeks. "Once by that shadowed monster... and then by you. Even if your mark overwrote his... what guarantees she'll survive it
LOUIS'S POV "What the fuck are you doing here?!" I growled internally, skidding to a halt mid-strike as Tracy’s sharp voice bridged my mental barrier. "How can you link me, Tracy?" I added, my heartbeat spiking as I forced my mind away from the surrounding slaughter and locked entirely onto her link. "Just answer the damn question, Louis! Where are you and my brother?!" her voice rang back—unyielding, and unlike any tone I had ever heard her use before. "Watch out, Louis!" Mark’s scream shattered my focus. Before I could react, a blade drove painfully into my left shoulder. Raon surged forward, snapping our eyes pitch-black. In a fraction of a second, my bare hand clamped around the attacker’s throat and twisted—snapping his neck with a sickening crunch. The moment his corpse hit the dirt, I stepped over the pile of bodies until I reached Mark, who looked as battered and exhausted as I felt. We had been fighting continuously since the moment our boots crossed this perimeter. I
The moment my boots hit the thick forest grass, the mask I had faithfully worn inside the pack shattered completely. Leaving without raising an alarm had been the hardest part of the plan, but thanks to Denise’s knowledge of the patrol blind spots, we had slipped past the border posts just a few minutes after midnight. I had barely explained where we were going or what we were about to face, yet she followed without asking a single question. As deeply grateful as I was for her quiet loyalty, I knew I didn't have the right to drag her into my personal hell without giving her a choice. The second we cleared the standard guard paths, I skidded to a halt and turned to face her. "Have you ever heard of a place called the Craken?" I asked, eyeing her in the moonlight. "I have heard nothing of it, Luna," she replied calmly, her voice steady. "Is that where we are heading?" I nodded. "I know it was wrong of me to pull you out here without warning—to ask you to disobey your Alpha’s dire