LOGINElena’s POV
"Mommy has to go help someone who is very sick," I said softly, kneeling down to look my three babies in the eyes. "Mr. Sinclair is going to stay with you. You have to be on your best behavior, stay inside the garden, and you must never take off your necklaces. Do you promise?" I touched the small black stones hanging from their necks. I had spent a fortune on these scent-blockers. They were the only things keeping the werewolf world from smelling that these children belonged to Zack. "We promise, Mommy," they said together. Their little faces were filled with worry, and it broke my heart. Leaving them felt like ripping a piece of myself away, but I didn't have a choice. If Zack was sending letters to "Elena," he was already too close. I feared for how much he already knew. I had to meet him as "Dr. Willow" before he tore this city apart looking for the girl he betrayed. I went into my dressing room to begin my "transformation." I wasn't shifting into a wolf, my wolf was still buried too deep under years of fear. Instead, I was turning myself into a stranger. I pulled on a long, heavy coat that hid my shape. I put on a high-quality wig, covering my natural black hair with a deep chestnut brown. Next came the most important part: the mask. It was a white, professional-looking half-mask that covered my forehead and the area around my eyes. Finally, I sprayed myself with a strong, bitter mix of eucalyptus and medicinal herbs. It was a sharp, biting smell designed to drown out my natural scent of honey and wildflowers. When I looked in the mirror, Elena was gone. Only the mysterious Dr. W remained. I was only a few blocks from the edge of town when the air suddenly felt heavy. A thick, scary pressure settled over the street. The humans nearby didn't know why, but they started walking faster, looking over their shoulders. My heart started thumping against my ribs. It was Alpha energy. I didn't turn around. I kept walking, gripping my medical bag tight. "You there. Stop." The voice was deeper than I remembered. It was a command that made my legs want to shake. I stopped and slowly turned to face the tall man standing by a big black SUV. It was Zack. He was even more handsome than before, but in a scary way. His shoulders were broader, his jaw was sharp, and his eyes were as cold as ice. Two of his guards stood behind him, looking ready for a fight. "This road is closed today," Zack said. He looked at me like a predator watching its prey. He moved closer, sniffing the air as he tried to figure out my scent through the herbs. "You have a strange smell, lady." "I’m a doctor on an emergency call," I said. I made my voice lower, sounding as cold as possible. Zack’s eyes narrowed. He stepped right into my personal space. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. For a second, I was sure he could hear how fast my heart was beating. "You're about the right height," he muttered. He reached his hand out like he was going to snatch the mask off my face. "I'm looking for a girl, Elena. A criminal who ran away from my pack years ago.” My blood turned to ice, but I forced myself to laugh. "Elena? I don't know who that is. I am Dr. Willow. Now move, I was summoned on emergency.” One of his guards suddenly groaned and grabbed his side, falling to one knee. I didn't waste a second. "Get back," I said, pushing past Zack before he could stop me. I walked straight to the guard. I didn't even have to touch him to see what was wrong. "Your man is bleeding inside. He was hit with silver, probably during training. If I don't fix this in ten minutes, he’s going to lose his kidney." Zack froze. "How do you know that?" "Because I'm a doctor," I snapped. I grabbed a spray from my bag. "Now, hold him still." I worked fast, focusing only on the medicine. I didn't act like the "weak orphan" he used to know. I acted like a professional who knew exactly what she was doing. Zack watched my hands; the same hands he used to hold. But now they were steady, covered in gloves, and saving his best fighter. When the guard started breathing normally again, Zack stepped back. He looked almost disappointed, his eyes searching my masked face for any sign of a lie. "I'm sorry, Doctor," he said, though he was still staring at me. "I mistook you for someone else. Elena knows nothing about medicine, she's weak.” “Well, we all make mistakes, don't we?” I said. My heart ached when he called me weak. Is that what he really thought of me? "I actually have a request from your pack. I hear your Luna needs a healer?" I said, maintaining my composure. Zack stood up straight. "You’re the Dr. W the elders told me about?" "I am." He looked at me for a long time. Finally, he gave a quick nod. “Then you’re coming with me. My car is faster." “I can walk just fine.” I protested. "I wasn't asking, Doctor," he growled, opening the back door. "Save my pack, and I'll pay you well.” I climbed into the car. It smelled like him; sandalwood and rain. My wolf finally stirred in the back of my mind, making a sad, lonely sound. ‘We’re going home.’ I squeezed my bag. ‘No.” I thought. We’re going back to the man who broke us.Elena’s POVThe dinner had ended with the warm, easy clatter of plates being stacked and the boys laughing as they carried the leftovers to the kitchen. Under the table, the heat of Nathan’s hand against mine felt like a quiet anchor, but the moment the dishes were cleared, the air in the dining room began to feel too heavy, and too thick to breathe."Step outside for a second?" Nathan murmured, pointing toward the double glass doors that led to the small, brick-paved garden behind the house. "Just to get some air.""Okay," I whispered.The garden was small, enclosed by high ivy-covered stone walls that shut out the noise of the street. The night air was cold, carrying the sharp, dark scent of wet soil and the salty mist off the nearby harbor. I leaned against the weathered iron railing, wrapping my arms around myself as the wind caught my hair. Nathan stepped up beside me, as his broad shoulder brushed against mine,."They really are great kids, Elena," he said. His voice was low a
Elena’s POVThe satellite phone on the kitchen counter vibrated, and the low, steady hum rattled the ceramic saucer beneath it, making the hairs on my arms stand.I set down the wooden spoon I’d been using to stir the marinara sauce and wiped my hands on my apron. I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear.“Julian?”“Elena.” The connection crackled. In the background, I could hear the wind howling through the mountains. Beneath it was another sound. A slow, deep rumble that seemed to shake the line itself.Thump. Thump.My heart tightened. It was the mountain’s heartbeat; Zack’s heartbeat, echoing six hundred miles away in the cold northern mountains.“Sorry to call on the weekend,” Julian said, his voice sounding rough with exhaustion. “Marcus and the elders are arguing about the new housing plan. They want the families to move back into the old barracks near the corporate site. They’re still thinking like soldiers, Elena. They don’t know how to live like a pack anymore.”I lean
Elena’s POVI watched him, and my throat tightened with overwhelming gratitude.Caleb looked at me over the top of the carton. His silver eyes were bright in the morning sunlight, but he didn't say a word, he only gave me a small, quiet nod."Breakfast is ready, boys," Nathan called, setting the plates on the table. "Eat up. We've got an SUV to jump-start before I have to head to the hospital."The kitchen quickly filled with the noisy chatter of two hungry teenage boys. Their laughter came easily, filling the house with a warmth that seemed like it had been missing for so long.I sat quietly on my stool, watching the morning sunlight spread across the floor, feeling the soft warmth of Nathan's sweater around me.The kitchen was still warm with the smell of toast when Nathan stood up, clearing the plates."Don't worry about your car," he said, turning back from the sink as he wiped his hands on a kitchen towel. "My brother-in-law runs a shop just three blocks down from that diner. I’l
Elena’s POVI sat down and wrapped my hands around the warm mug of tea he slid toward me. The warmth of the mug seeped into my numb fingers, and for the first time in days, my shoulders dropped."Caleb is a remarkable boy," Nathan said softly, leaning against the counter opposite me. "The way he handles that pain... it’s not normal for a fifteen-year-old. He holds it inside, like he’s trying to keep the storm from reaching anyone else.""He’s had to be strong," I said, my voice dropping to a quiet whisper. "We've... had a complicated life, Nathan.""I know," Nathan said. He looked down at his own mug, his expression turned distant, as a shadow of old grief darkened his green eyes. "I know what it’s like to watch someone you love live in pain, and feel completely helpless to stop it."I looked up. "Your wife?"Nathan nodded slowly. "Sarah. It was an aggressive form of brain cancer. I was a rising star in the neuro department, Elena." He caught himself, as a small, sad smile played on h
Elena’s POVOutside, the storm had turned the windshield into a blur of rain. Inside the car, it was warm, filled with the scent of Nathan's cedarwood cologne.He was still holding my wrist. His thumb rested gently over the faint lightning-shaped scar, his steady touch making my chest tighten with a strange, overwhelming warmth.Before I could find the words to pull away, a sharp, choked gasp broke the silence inside the car."Mom..."My head snapped toward the back seat. Caleb was upright, his back arching away from the seat. His eyes were wide, staring blankly at the dark roof of the car, his teeth gritted so hard I could hear them grinding from the front seat. His face was covered in cold sweat, and he was breathing in short, panicked breaths."Caleb!"I quickly pushed the heavy wool blanket aside. My hand slipped out of Nathan's as I turned around in my seat and reached into the back.He was clutching his left arm tightly against his chest. His shoulder was raised and stiff, refus
Elena’s POVZack had told me to leave, to find someone else, to be happy. He had practically pushed me out of the pack. But the stone didn't feel like a blessing of freedom. It felt like a heavy, jealous hand resting on my shoulder."Elena?" Nathan’s voice was quiet, pulling me back to reality. "You okay? You look like you're miles away.""I'm fine," I said, offering a small, practiced smile as I set the glass down. "Just... thinking about the clinic. And the drive home.""Well, the boys seem to have negotiated a peace treaty," Nathan said, gesturing toward the other side of the table.I looked, and he was right. Leo and Caleb were huddled over Leo’s phone, arguing in low, hushed whispers about the stats of some professional basketball player. Caleb’s left hand was still in his pocket, but his posture had relaxed, and his shoulder was dropping into a more natural line."See?" Nathan murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "A little greasy diner food can cure almost anything.""I
Elena’s POVThe heavy iron gates of the West-wash pack house swung open with a low, ominous groan. For a second, the air inside the car felt too thin to breathe.Six years ago, I had crawled through the dirt of the forest, bleeding and broken, just to get away from this place. I had been a "rankles
Elena’s POVSix Years Later…“Mommy, wake up! It’s past 8!”A chorus of chattering voices broke through the fog of my sleep, followed by a shower of soft kisses and tiny, energetic hands.“Let’s go for the tickle, it always works,” Caleb’s mischievous voice commanded.I cracked my eyes open, giggli
Elena’s POVI could only stand there and watch as my partner marked another, and there was nothing I could do.***The hall fell unnaturally silent. Even the elders straightened as the Alpha stepped forward.“Now,” the Alpha’s voice rang out, vibrating with authority that jolted me back to reality.
Elena’s POVSoon enough, we arrived at Rashford territory; my childhood cage."Mom?" Cindy’s voice came from the back of the car seat. She had her knees pulled to her chest, her nose-canceling headphones resting around her neck. "The air... it feels thick. Like I’m breathing water.""It’s the swamp







