LOGINELENA'S POV, “So you think someone let him in. Deliberately.” He stated, and it somehow made me feel extremely happy to see that he didn't present it like a question. “The guards let in a stranger to your quarters without informing Joyce or me about it. That's not a good sign. I specifically asked
ELENA'S POV, After my sudden meeting with the handsome stranger that night, morning came too quickly. I didn't sleep much, and whatever little rest I was able to get in between, it felt shallow, constantly interrupted by the same image replaying in my mind. Every time the stranger was standing un
ELENA'S POV, The pack house had gone quiet hours ago, but sleep refused to come. I sat by the window in the room Joyce had given me, watching the last traces of rain cling to the glass before sliding down in uneven lines. The storm had passed, but it had left something behind. Not in the sky, but
ELENA'S POV, “It wasn’t just a claim,” Andrew cut in, his voice firm enough to stop the speculation before it could spiral. He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the table as his gaze swept across the room again, anchoring their attention back to him. “I had my spies look into it after E
ELENA'S POV, Joyce's pack house was warmer than I expected, but it didn't ease the weight sitting on my chest. The storm had followed us for a long part of the way, rattling against the windows before fading into a steady drizzle. It was as if the sky itself had grown tired of helping me for this
ELENA'S POV, The rain didn't let up—it hammered harder, soaking my coat to the skin. The wind was blowing just as harshly, plastering my hair to my face as cold rivulets snaked down my neck. No one budged, not even an inch despite the heavy rain. They stayed frozen on their knees as little puddl
ELENA'S POV, Ryan arranged for the funeral in just two days, and I didn't know how to thank him for it. It was around 10 am in the morning when I was standing in the middle of a cemetery, so quiet, I could hear my breath stuck in my chest. I was the one who wanted to give Molly a proper funeral,
RYAN'S POV, I usually didn't linger around while Elena put Ollie to bed, but for some reason, I decided to stay that day. Like always, Elena was reading to Ollie before sleep and I could see that she had my daughter wrapped around the story. It was her narration—overly animated voices and loud dia
There was no power, no titles, no status or pride. It was just a man, standing there with his walls down and his guilt showing. There was imperfection in him, that he always hid from the world, and I wanted to know if I was the only person he allowed to see that. “You don’t need to apologize,” I sa
RYAN'S POV,“There’s no we anymore,” Elena said, with tears streaming down her face. “And there never will be again.”It took every last bit of control I had in me not to transform into my wolf. I stood behind her, silently, waiting for her to ask me for help. It was her fight. I had no right to int







