#Chapter168His upper lip twitched before his lips curled up and into a smile. Cain entangled his hand within my hair, gripping the strands with his fingers, and he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips with his. Cain lifted me up and off his lap. He laid down on the cool sheets, flat on his back and pulled me into him, wrapping his arm tightly around me as he yanked me closer to him, leaving no space between us. Cain kissed the top of my head, lingering there for a moment. Both of us were comfortable, feeling content in each other's arms as the heavyweight of sleep wrapped around us. This moment almost felt surreal, like everything was a dream. Cain had nearly died, I had almost lost him, and I could’ve died, to be honest, a piece of me did. I got Cain back, but I had lost something that meant just as much to me as he does. I could only hope that she was alright and happy wherever she was. I woke up, and the bed was empty; slight panic stirred within me, as I didn’t
#Chapter169Violet grabbed my hand before leading me out of the bedroom, through the halls and out the back doors. She abruptly stopped as we exited through the doors. “I need to cover your eyes.” She told me. I furrowed my brows. “Why?” I asked hesitantly. She gave me a warm and comforting smile. “Just trust me.” Violet requested of me, and although I was reluctant, I did trust her. I nodded and allowed her to cover my eyes with her hand, knowing that I would be safe with her. Violet held my hand in hers and guided me through the yard, warning me of any obstacles in my way, so I didn’t trip and make a fool of myself. Not knowing where we were going or what the fuck was going on made me feel quite uneasy. My heart rate increased, my chest rising and falling heavily, as we continued to walk. I huffed in frustration, becoming impatient now. “I don’t like this, you know,” I told Violet honestly, and she chuckled at me. Did she think I was joking?After a few moments, we finally
#Chapter170Things had been going well for Cain and me since our ceremony. We couldn’t get enough of each other, taking advantage of every opportunity we had to devour one another. Then, the day after our mating, we had Samara and Eve’s funeral, saying our goodbyes and laying them to rest. It was a beautiful farewell; friends and family had gathered around, saying something about the fallen pack members before Cain put them into the ground. Due to their crimes, Cain and I had decided to do things differently regarding a funeral for Calyx, Adela and Erik. Aside from what they had done, they were family and deserved a proper burial. So we decided to bury the trio on the border of both packs and kept things modest, saying a simple goodbye before coating their bodies in soil.As time went on, I slowly learned how things worked around here and adapted to my duties as Luna. Things were a bit rough for a while, but Cain was supportive and guided me through things, being patient with me as
#Chapter171People started to approach, congratulating us and bombarding us with questions. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach, and my head felt fuzzy, as my vision doubled. I looked up at Cain. “I need to use the washroom,” I said quickly, then spun on my heel, practically running towards the bathroom. I made it to the bathroom and hurled the contents of my stomach into the cold porcelain toilet. Once I was finished, I stood from the floor and leaned over the sink, steadying myself. I closed my eyes and attempted to regulate my breathing and erratic heart rate. As I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the bathroom but back in the forest of the damned and standing before the willow tree. I glanced around frantically, wondering what the fuck was going on. Helena appeared out of nowhere, scaring the life out of me and causing me to gasp. “Holy shit! You scared me.” I shouted at her. She raised a brow and gave me a deadpan stare. “Watch that tongue of yours.” Helena scolded m
#Chapter1I laid there in the soft grass, staring up at the sky, watching as the clouds swirled around and the birds soared with the wind. I groaned internally at my wounded pride. "That was a bitch move, you know!" I said to my brother Gunnar. My brother and I are currently having a one-on-one training session, as I want to up my game, but man, he can be challenging at times.He looked down at me with a stern appearance and a tone to match his expression. "Yes, it was, but remember Freja, your opponents won't always fight fair. They will fight dirty and use whatever tactic they can in order to take you out. So you need to be prepared for such moves, whether it's a bitch move or not!" I growled at him and rolled my eyes, even though as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. The Rogues are dirty fighters, and they don't care whether you are male or female; they will do whatever it takes to win the battle. My brother stood there looming over me, with a cheeky smile plastered
#Chapter2The rogues rushed around us with full force; I began taking them out one by one, our pack fought with as much strength and courage as they could conjure up. The copper smell of blood filled the air and pooled on the ground beneath me; blood-curdling screams flooded my ears from every direction. As I readied myself to fire another arrow, I noticed multiple rogues were ambushing Gunnar. I know he is a ruthless, strong fighter, especially when he was in his wolf form, but he was slowly becoming outnumbered at that moment. Without further hesitation, I leapt down from the tree, firing arrows left, right, and center at the numerous rogues surrounding him. As I came closer to him, I dropped my bow, began to discard my clothes and shifted into my wolf, lunging at the rival wolves, shredding them to pieces and fighting alongside my brother. As the odds began to turn in our favour, the rogues started to retreat. Gunnar then mind linked with me, and he was furious! "WHAT THE F
#Chapter3After erasing my insane thoughts, I stood up from the ground, remembering the howl released throughout the forest; my mind began to race with negative thoughts now. What if dad was hurt? What if Gunnar was hurt? I began to run as fast as my feet would take me, searching for familiar faces. Finally, I came to a sudden halt when I saw Erik's familiar and welcoming face! I raced towards him and jumped into his arms. “Are you ok? Are you injured? Where are the others? Did the rogues retreat?” He raised a finger and placed it on my lips, ceasing my rambling. He stared deep into my eyes with a half-smile; he then removed his finger and began to caress my cheek. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch; he always knew how to calm my overactive nerves. “I’m fine, Freja, a few scratches and bruises, but otherwise still alive.” He chuckled, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “You are the first person I have found, and it seems as though the rogues have retreated, but I am not su
#Chapter4“Alpha Cain has requested a meeting. He wants to discuss a treaty between the packs to end the war.” I furrowed my brows, as did everyone else. I didn’t believe my father; this never happened; Alpha Cain was not known for treaties. He always won the battle and left almost nothing and no one behind. So, the big question was why? What could he possibly want in exchange for concluding the war? Dad walked over to my mother, kissed her, then looked deep into her eyes for a moment, and she smiled lovingly at him. I envied their relationship. He then straightened himself and extended his hand to her, and she gladly accepted. He looked around at everyone. “Everyone needs to get some sleep; it has been a long and exhausting day. We need to rest; there is much to do tomorrow.” Dad then retreated to the hallway, with my mother close on his heels, and they bid us all goodnight. Gunnar looked at us, nodded his head and then took his leave as well. My sister was sitting there, l