Hope's POV.
I try to open my eyes, but they feel heavy and the back of my head is throbbing. I'm vaguely aware of frantic whispering. I recognize one of the voices. It's Talon.
"Why'd you have to hit her so hard, jackass?"
There is a brief moment of silence.
"I didn't. I can't help it if she's so fragile."
Talon scoffs. "Yea, well you can be glad that Malakar was passed out. He would have had your head for laying so much as a finger on his mate."
Another moment of silence follows. Longer this time.
"He made a mistake, right? Malakar I mean. He can't have a human as a mate. He's an Alpha. It doesn't make any sense."
Talon sighs heavily. He hesitates before he answers. "Look man, I don't know. We don't get to choose who we bond to. You know that. It happens when it happens."
He gently moves my body into the front seat of my car and brushes the stray strands of damp hair out of my face. I feel the warmth radiating from his body. It's a comforting sensation.
"But the elders will never allow it. Will they?" Talon's companion sounds nervous.
Talon ignores his question. "Let's just get out of here before she wakes up."
My car door closes and I hear them walking away. My eyes still refuse to open. The throbbing pain in the back of my head becomes unbarable. I pass out again.
I'm woken up again by a faint knocking on the window of my car door. It's Jenny. She's a nurse in the E.R. We work together and I suppose you could say that we're friends. It's dark outside and it's still raining. I can barely see Jenny through the dropletts on the window, but she looks worried.
"Hope. Are you okay? What are you doing in your car?"
I feel dazed and croggy. It takes me a few seconds to gather my thoughts. I touch the back of my head with cautious fingers. It still hurts like a mother. I feel dizzy and a little nauseous. I might have a concussion.
Jenny knocks on the window again. More urgetly this time. "Hope. Can you hear me in there?"
I nod my head slowly. "Yea, I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?"
She regards me with raised eyebrows for a second before answering. "Time for your next shift."
I sigh heavily. So much for curling up under the covers and sleeping. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about the events of the day. I'm not even sure if they really happened. Maybe I did fall asleep in my car and I dreamt it all. But why is my head hurting?
I don't really have time to think about it anymore as Jenny rushes me out of the car and into the E.R. The place is buzzing with people. It's a mad house. There are many car accident victims due to the wet roads, and there are also a lot of patients who are rushed in after having hiking accidents. Honestly, who even goes hiking in this weather? I can't help but wonder if people even know that it is possible to live your best life without actually going on a hike?
I have four emergency surgeries and I'm exhausted by the time I slomp down on the sofa in the staff room. I'm too tired to even pour myself a cup of coffee and my head still hurts. Luckily, Dr. Moore comes to my rescue. She's my attending and hands me a cup before pouring herself one as well.
"I take it you didn't get any sleep at all?"
I shake my head misserably. It feels like my brain bounces around inside my skull. I grimmace slightly.
"Are you feeling okay, Hope? You look a little pale."
"Yea. Just tired."
"Maybe you should take the rest of the shift off. Go home and get some rest." She has a stern look on her face.
"No. I want to be here. I just need an asprin and some caffeine. I'll be fine." I love what I do and I enjoy being at the hospital. I prefer it to being home alone. And honestly, I'm too scared to leave. I don't want to be by myself right now. What if Talon and his friend comes back again?
Dr. Moore sighs and resigns herself to the fact that I won't be leaving. She knows me well enough by now to know that it's pointless to argue. "Fine. Just take it easy."
I smile, but I'm distracted. I can't get the image of the injured and bloodied, but absolutely drop-dead gorgeous Malakar out of my head. I can't help but wonder if he's doing better.
"Dr. Moore." I stop her just as she's about to leave the staff room.
"Yes?"
I hesitate for a second. "What do you know about rapid healing?" I feel silly for even asking.
She raises one perfectly groomed eyebrow at me. "I know that it only happens in movies and books. Why do you ask?"
I can feel my cheeks flush. "No reason. Forget I said anything."
"Sure." She frowns at me, but leaves anyway.
I fall back against the sofa and close my eyes. Being kidnapped and taken to a remote camp in the middle of the forest. Abnormally large men. Piercing yellow eyes. A man that growls and snarls. Silver bullets, and rapidly healing wounds. It all sounds made up. It did all sound like something you would only see in a fantasy movie or read about in a book. Maybe I am just sleep deprived. Maybe I just need to get some actual sleep.
I sigh and get to my feet. I take an asprin and swallow it along with the last bit of my coffee. Then, I hear the alarm sounding, indicating that we have another serious case on its way to the E.R. I rush out of the the staff room and bump into a man right outside the door. He almost knocks me over, but catches me just in time.
He is rugged, dressed in black, and soaked from the rain outside. His eyes are dark and cold. He gives me a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Sorry miss. Didn't see you there."
His voice is just as cold as his eyes. He's still holding onto me. I don't like it.
"Don't worry about it." I say as I try to free myself from his grip. He stares into my eyes for a few seconds. Then he smiles, not a real smile, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He lets me go.
I rush over to the E.R, but see that he's still staring at me as I look over my shoulder.
I have no idea who he is, but he looks like trouble.
Malakar's POV.I stand at the base of the stairs, arms crossed, expression carved from stone. The warm laughter drifting toward me from the tree line doing little to soften the storm building in my chest.There they are — Hope, Morgana, Lucian, and Sarah — strolling out of the forest like a pack of teenagers sneaking in after curfew. The moment Hope’s eyes meet mine, her smile falters. Good. She should know exactly how much trouble she's in. They slow as they reach me, the weight of my glare silencing whatever joke had just been shared.“Nice of you all to drop in,” I say coldly. “Had a fun little field trip, did we?”Hope steps forward, chin raised, that familiar fire in her eyes. “We got what we needed. I didn’t have a choice, Malakar. I had to act fast.”“You didn’t have a choice?” My voice is low, dangerous. “What you had to do was tell me. Or wait for me. Or — I don’t know — not disappear with a known enemy and a woman who tried to kill you!”“She’s not the enemy right now,” Hope
Hope's POV.The fluorescent glow of the medical center casts long shadows across the pavement as the four of us cross the parking lot. I keep my gaze low, deliberately steering the others away from the Emergency Room entrance. I can't bring myself to look at it. Just the sight of the double doors brings a lump to my throat.This place had once been my sanctuary — my purpose. A life filled with midnight shifts, tired laughter in the breakroom, and the kind of adrenaline that has nothing to do with hunters or fangs. My old life comes rushing back in painful clarity, and I'm hit with an unexpected wave of longing.I hadn’t realized how much I missed it. My job. My friends. The life I'd built for myself before everything changed. I don't regret choosing the pack. I don't regret choosing Malakar. But there is a small, aching part of me that wishes I could have both."Hope?" Lucian’s voice nudges me from my thoughts. "You alright?"I blink, forcing a smile as we enter through a side door ne
Hope's POV.I approach the toolshed with purpose, the key already in my hand. The two guards stationed outside give me curious glances but don't question me. I nod once, unlocking the door and stepping inside.Sarah looks up from her cot, brows lifting in surprise. “Back so soon? What is it this time—more casual interrogation or just bored?”“Neither,” I say, my tone clipped. “I need your help.”That wipes the smirk off Sarah’s face. “Help?”“You said you wanted out of here,” I continue, arms crossed. “This is your opportunity.”Sarah sits up slowly, eyes narrowing. “You’re serious.”“Deadly. I need you to come with me to the Medical Center. There’s someone there—a friend—who might be able to help with our little poison problem. But I need what you know, and I need you to be honest.”Sarah hesitates, doubt flickering across her face. “And if I say no?”I raise a brow. “Then you stay here. Enjoy some more of that famous werewolf hospitality you like so much. But you won't, say no, I me
Hope's POV.The room is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the wind outside and the steady rhythm of Malakar’s breathing beside me. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me like he never wants to let go, our legs tangled beneath the blanket. The warmth of his body seeping into mine, a comfort I hadn’t realized how desperately I needed until I was finally back in it.He only just returned—grimy from the road and exhausted to the bone—but he is here. Whole. Safe. With me.My fingers trace slow circles on his bare chest, lingering over the scars I know all too well. His heart beat strong beneath my palm, and I lean in to press a soft kiss just above it.“You’re really here,” I whisper.Malakar’s hand slides up to cup the side of my face, rough thumb brushing gently across my cheek. “I told you I’d come back to you.”“I know.” I smile, my heart tightening. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t worry.”He turns his head, eyes catching mine in the dim light. “You and worry go together like m
Lucian's POV.Darkness swallows me whole.I drift in the space between life and death, consciousness and oblivion, but even here—where pain should have dulled and time should have stopped—the memory finds me.The dream begins in shadows, the kind that draped the corners of my childhood home like cobwebs. The scent of pine needles, smoke, and old books lingers in the air. I know this day. Know it too well.I was standing in the doorway of my father’s room. The man who had raised me—strong, proud, stubborn to a fault—lay in bed, his face pale, his breathing labored. The illness had stolen so much of him already, but his eyes were still sharp. Still full of something I didn’t yet understand: guilt.“Dad?” I said, my voice tight. “You said you needed to talk to me.”My father nodded slowly and patted the edge of the bed. I approached, hesitated, then sat. My father’s hand, rough and familiar, gripped my own.“I should have told you sooner,” the old man rasped. “I didn’t want it to come to
Velara's POV.I sit on the edge of the window seat, the soft light of morning casting a pale glow across my face. My hands are clasped in my lap, white-knuckled, as if holding myself together by sheer force of will.Outside, the forest is quiet, a deceptive stillness that makes the storm inside my chest all the more unbearable.“He won’t even look at me, Vladimir,” I whispered. My voice cracks, raw from sleepless nights and stifled sobs. “He walks the other way when I come into a room. Like I’m a stranger. Like I disgust him.”Vladimir stands a few feet away, arms crossed as he leans against the far wall. He says nothing for a moment, just watches me with a heavy heart. I must look so small—so unlike the fierce, composed Luna I'd always been. The woman he’s known for decades is unraveling.“I've lost him,” I say. “Haven’t I?”“No,” Vladimir says softly. “But right now, he’s... broken. And he's trying to figure out if the pieces are even worth putting back together.”I turn toward him,