LOGINSarah is no joke when it comes to training. Do you love how she pushes Jocelyn, and what possibly could she be hiding? Rhett, Nadia, Elian, Declan, Sarah… Jocelyn is forming her own version of family. Which one of these characters has your heart so far, and why? Personally, I'm struggling to choose between Sarah and the Vane Siblings. Elian is so fucking hot 🔥🥵. Poor Sophie. Also, do you think Jocelyn's strength only comes from her heart? What makes her powerful to you? Talk to me in the comments... 💬 Also, if you're enjoying this book so far, please help this caffeinated, sleep-deprived, indie author to recommend and vote this story so that others can join the fun. This book is participating in a contest I hope to win, fingers crossed🤞. Thanks you so much as you continue to support and love this book🤗💕.
~ ELIAN ~ Pain. Pure, crushing pain. That’s the first thing I feel inside my entire body the instant I wake up and stir. The pain is deeper than any physical pain I've ever felt, and the parts of my body that hurt the most are my shoulders and ribs. Fuck. I thought I died. The realization that I'm not dead yet fills me with both happiness and fear. Yes, I'm alive, but why didn't they finish me off? Also, where am I? I stir further to the point where I'm able to sit up properly. A painful groan rips out of me when my ribs crack. It's really painful, as if someone continued beating me even after I was knocked out. My throat burns. My chest hurts, and I feel like my bones are grinding together to make sure I suffer more. I should be healed by now, so why is my body taking this long amount of time to heal? Lycena. That bitch! Whatever her nails did to me when they pierced my shoulders must be the reason why I'm still in so much pain. But where am I? My eyes peel open slowly.
~ ELIAN ~ I feel sick about this. My eyes stay on Lycena as she pedals faster. The moonlight is my only guide, painting the woods in a wash of white while the shadows of the trees keep creating their own darkness. Every muscle in my body is straining as I keep pushing myself forward and keeping low, and my wolf inside me is demanding to be released, but I fight down the urge to give in and shift. I can’t shift now. I'm not with any spare clothes to change into if I shift and then transform back to my human form naked. I want to contact Jocelyn, but I can't risk it, especially since I don't know where this woman is heading to and I could be putting Jocelyn in more danger than the one she's already drowning in. I can't risk doing anything that will raise more suspicions and accusations against her. With that decided, I chase Lycena alone and faster, but not too loud to raise any suspicion. I've also masked my scent, but even that is not enough because my guts are telling me that so
~ ELIAN ~ I had told Jocelyn to let me carry some of her pain. And truly, I meant every word. To be honest, being here in the Nightfall Pack feels like living in a foreign jungle where I have no protection. This place doesn't feel like home, and the answer is pretty simple. Many idiots live here. And there's so much going on behind the scenes that doesn't make any sense but still affects everything in the wrong way. Take for instance that shit Caspian pulled today. It doesn't make any sense that he accused Jocelyn of being the traitor when he knows how much she has sacrificed to help in ending the attacks. Even thinking about his foul accusation now only angers me more. But that aside, I believe Jocelyn is right about Caspian being manipulated, and we need to get to the bottom of this before it becomes worse. I let out a sigh and pause on my stroll near the servants' quarters not too far from the guesthouse. I find an empty rail near the walkway and rest on it, breathing in the n
~ ELIAN ~ “He’s a fucking idiot!” I yell as soon as I enter the private sitting room of the guesthouse where we stayed during the summit. I dump our travelling bags on the ground and begin pacing the room, going back and forth with my blood boiling inside my veins. That asshole! He has lost his fucking mind. That’s the only explanation. Behind me, the door clicks shut softly. I turn just in time to see Jocelyn wiping her red puffy eyes and looking fragile, as if she is holding herself together with the last threads of strength she has left. Her bag slides from her shoulder and hits the floor with a dull thud. She doesn’t look at me. She doesn’t move. She just stands there, staring at the rug with her hands trembling at her sides. I stop pacing. Seeing her like this twists my anger into another feeling. A painful feeling that has me wondering why the hell Alpha Caspian behaved that way. The images of everything that happened back in that office swim through my head in a rapid rush
~ JOCELYN ~What?Tears sting my eyes instantly, but I fight them back. “Wait, you think I’m working with the monster who wants to kill me? Are you insane?”“You're the one who is insane for lying to everyone and having the damn guts to tell me that you're suspecting someone else of being the traitor when the bloody traitor has been you all along. How dare you lie to me?”“And how dare you invite me here to listen to this garbage?!” My voice cracks, both broken and angry. “Who's feeding you lies about me? Is it Lycena? Tell me, is it her?!”“Shut up you liar!” He unfolds his arms, his fists clenched so tight the veins strain against his skin. “Lycena has nothing to do with this. In fact, I think she's been right about you all these years.”“What?” “You heard me. Don’t play innocent. Don’t you dare. Thanox knew about the summit. He knew exactly where and when to strike. And the only person he bloody had access to was you.”It's my turn to chuckle. “Wow. If that is why you think I'm th
~ JOCELYN ~ Over a week has passed since the summit ended. Over a week of restless nights and pretending to focus back home here when really, all I’ve been doing is replaying Caspian in my head over and over again. During these past few days, I also took Declan's advice and thought long and hard about a lot of things. Turns out Declan is right. Choosing to forgive Caspian doesn't mean I'm weak. It means that I'm stronger than the person who hurt me and that I'm moving forward without anything or anyone holding me back. But now, being here in Declan's office and staring at the envelope between us as he waits for my reply to what he said to me earlier, something feels off. Caspian wants me to come back to the Nightfall Pack for something urgent, and somehow, it doesn't feel… right. “Jocelyn?” “Mhm?” I look up from the envelope, meeting his eyes. “Do you want to go?” he asks quietly, “I mean this…” he taps the letter, “this feels sudden.” “I know, but I'm sure there must be a go







