LOGINByrain’s POV:
The signal hit me like a hammer to the chest.Lucas the Beast was close.Few of my pack members were killed by Lucas members.I quickly apologized to Lily, my heart heavy at leaving her behind, but duty called. As an Alpha, my responsibility to the pack came first right now, there was no other choice.“Zion! Army! Move!” I barked, my voice tight with urgency. There was no time to think. No time to hesitate.As we left the school gates, I felt the familiar itch beneath my skin. Bones shifted, muscles knotted, and fur erupted across my body. Zion and Army mirrored me. Within seconds, we had transformed into our wolf forms stronger, faster, built for survival and war. The wind whipped past us as we tore through the streets, claws digging into the earth, hearts hammering like war drums. Every scent hit me at once: the metallic tang of blood, the acrid burn of fire, and beneath it all the unmistakable stench of werewolves. My pack. Lucas’ pack.TThe car slowed to a stop in front of a rocky path surrounded by thick trees. The place was quiet.I frowned as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Where exactly are we exactly?”Bryain only smiled and stepped out of the car. “You’ll see soon.”Army and Elvin were already outside, waving for us to follow. Kathryn hesitated beside me, her eyes moving around nervously.“This place doesn’t look normal,” she whispered.“I know,” I said, forcing a breath. “But let’s go.”We followed them toward what looked like a narrow opening between two huge rocks.As we got closer, I noticed it was a cave.The entrance was wide but dark.“Are we going inside?” Kathryn asked quietly.“Yes,” Army replied calmly. “Trust us.”I didn’t like it, but I stepped forward anyway. As we entered the cave, Bryain moved ahead, his hand brushing mine like he was trying to reassure me. Army stayed close behind, and Kathryn didn’t leave my side.Then I saw her.
After a few months, we were finally resuming school. A lot had changed or at least, I knew it would feel that way and I was certain the news of my mom’s case had already spread through the school like wildfire. But honestly? I didn’t give a damn, they could say whatever they wanted.“Are we seriously going to school today?” Kathryn asked for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.I sighed. “Kathryn, we can’t keep running forever. After everything that’s happened, what’s there left to be afraid of?”Without waiting for her response, I walked past her and headed for the car… I’m driving I said to her.I slid into the driver’s seat, letting out a quiet breath as Kathryn climbed into the passenger seat. The drive to school was tense and silent, the kind that made every thought feel louder than it should.The moment we stepped out of the car and into the school compound, we knew something was wrong.A crowd had gathered at the center of the comp
Today was the day my mother would be sentenced.The courtroom was packed, heavy with silence and every bench was filled, yet it felt unbearably empty to me as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. I sat stiffly, my hands folded in my lap, beside me sat Kathryn and on my other side was Bryain, Army and Elvin.A seats ahead sat Mr. Andrew.My stepfather.Yes. My stepfather.The man who had spent months rotting behind bars for crimes he never committed was finally free. After my mother’s confession was leaked, after endless interrogations and verifications, the court had no choice but to release him. He had walked out of prison just a day ago, a free man at last.And here we all were, gathered to witness the fall of the woman who had destroyed so many lives.Stella Anthony.The woman I had grown up calling Mom.I had expected this, I knew the law would not be merciful to her and she deserved everything that was coming. E
I walked back into the interrogation room.She was seated where I had left her, the food tray was empty now and she was biting her nails, restless.“You’re finally here,” she said, looking up at me.“I thought you would have run away, probably afraid to hear the rest of this interesting story I have for you.”Her lips curved into a faint smile.I sat down slowly, keeping my eyes on her.“So tell me,” I said quietly. “What happened to my dad in prison? How did he die?”She let out a short laugh.“You’re in a hurry,” she said. “You want the truth so badly.”She leaned back in her chair.“When Josh was arrested and sent to prison, I actually sneaked into the station that night,” she continued. “I went there to save him, I wanted him to choose me for once.”“But your father didn’t want to be saved,” she said, her voice calm, almost casual. “He looked me straight in the face and told me he would rather rot in jail or die than come with me.”
She laughed louder this time as she continued.“I stopped talking to Kate after that, In my mind, she was to be blamed for everything and not me. None of this would have happened if she had done the right thing from the beginning, I couldn’t stand watching her happy with Josh, not when she knew I loved him too.She apologized, of course. Said she was sorry for not telling me earlier but her apologies meant nothing to me, they were like mosquitoes buzzing in the air…annoying and useless.I wasn’t going to give up on Josh, even if it cost me my friendship with Kate, I didn’t care… I truly didn’t.She kept trying to get close to me, to fix things, but I shut her out completely, I blocked her and cut off every form of communication. When I finally moved out of her apartment, I made sure to go somewhere she would never find me.Then one day, I called Josh, I told him I had something important to discuss so he came over without hesitation, he had no idea what
We hurried straight to the police station and as soon as we arrived, Officer Clinton met us at the entrance.“Finally, you’re here,” he said. “Ms Stella refuses to say a word, she insists she’ll only talk to Lily. That’s why we had to call both of you.”The moment he finished speaking, he led me toward the interrogation room where my mother was being held.When I stepped inside, she was already seated. Her hands were cuffed, resting on the cold metal table, her head lowered onto them.Before Officer Clinton left, he paused and discreetly slipped a small recording device into my palm. The message was clear, since she wouldn’t talk to them, they needed her to talk to me.The door closed behind him.I sat across from her, my heart pounding. My voice came out barely above a whisper.“Mom”She slowly lifted her head and looked at me.The word hit me all at once. Mom.I shouldn’t have called her that, not anymore. She wasn’t my real mother and yet h







