Elara's POVHe took another step closer, towering over her, his voice menacing and cold. "If I find out you've done anything, I mean anything to harm my pack, you won't walk away this time."Her jaw tightened, but she didn't back down. "I told you, I had no hand in it," she said, all steady-voiced now. "Believe me or don't. I don't care.âAndrew didn't utter a word, his eyes boring right into hers, the look of one searching for any trace of a lie. But Mara's face was a mask unreadable even to me. Finally, he let out a sharp exhalation, his chest heaving with barely contained fury. "Leave," he said, his voice final and not allowing room for argument.She hesitated a moment, her eyes darting between us. Then, with a sharp nod, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the shadows of the forest whence she had come.We stood there for a long moment, the silence around us deafening. My hands were shaking, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts."She's lying," he muttered to himself rat
Elara's POVI slammed the door to my room behind me and leaned against it, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. "Why can't he just trust me?" I whispered to no one, my voice cracking.The silence that followed was deafening, and in that silence, a chilling thought crept into my mind. If Andrew wouldn't tell me the truth, how could I ever be sure of where his loyalties truly lay?The room was dark, except for that dim light of the afternoon sun that managed its way through the curtains. I lay in bed, the happenings of the day filling my head and weighing upon my chest. Andrew's silence, his secrets, everything bothered me, swirling inside like a storm. As much as I wanted to stay angry, eventually sleep overcame me. It dragged me down into a world too real to feel like it had been nothing but a dream.I was back in the forest, the smell of earth and pine heavy in the air, the wind howling sharp and biting, carrying with it an unusual sound that I couldn't understand. I was baref
Andrew's POVElara stood in the dim light of the hallway, her face pale, her eyes with something in them so much heavier than a dream. My chest was tight as I watched her. Her hands shook, clutching at her robe, and her voice was hoarse from the fear she'd felt when she woke me just moments before."Tell me everything," I said, stepping aside to let her in.She hesitated at the door and stepped inside in slow, faltering steps. The moonlight filtering through the window fell across her profile and outlined the thin film of sweat on her forehead.The moment I closed the door behind her, I could feel the weight of her presence, the invisible burden she carried that had threatened to consume her at any time. And all I wanted was to take her in my arms and help her forget everything.It wasn't just a dream," she started, speaking no louder than a whisper as she sat on the edge of my bed. "It felt. real."I sat next to her, not too close but close enough to indicate I was listening. "What d
Elara's POV As soon as Andrew handed me the journal, I grasped it firmly against my chest. I could feel the essence of it, not just the leather and paper, but all the knowledgeable wealth in it. His father's thoughts, warnings, and secrets. I knew this would be the key to understanding my powers, yet a feeling of unease couldn't shake itself loose.Andrew had said little as I left, only that I should rest and read when I was ready. His face had been unreadable-a storm of thoughts behind his calm exterior.Now, sitting in my room, with the journal open before me, I couldn't focus. The whispers I had heard in Andrew's room still replayed dully in my ears. They felt. familiar, yet not in a comforting way, more like a shadow of a memory I couldn't place.That spirit?He had promised to deal with me if I don't kill Andrew. As it happens, I won't be needing him, but can I really stop him when he finally shows up?I traced my fingers over the words on the page. They were in Andrew's father'
Andrew's POVThe pack alarm suddenly burst through the trees-a battle cry that shot chills down my spine. Michael and I ran through the twists and turns of the forest paths in the direction of the northern border. My body was racing, and my mind tagged along as my heart boomed against my ribs.Daytime. Whoever was bold enough to breach our territory in broad daylight either didn't care for their life or thought they had a chance against us.Michael kept pace beside me, his face tense. "Who do you think it could be?" he asked, the mist of his breathing bounding into the crisp air.This is one question that I didn't even know where or how to start answering."I don't know," I said, my voice crisp as I paid attention to the path ahead. "But whoever it is made a mistake coming here.""They will have a hell lot pay for when it turns out they came with some unruly ideas." Micheal threatened."There's something bothering me.""What could that be?" Michael asked still running at a steady pace
Andrew's POV Hearing what Deveriud said about coming for Elara snapped something in me. Who the hell does he think he is, coming to my pack to make demands and worst of all, he was referring to my mate.Though it was obvious he didn't know but I doubted he would've cared anyway. It infuriated me that he had the audacity to come to my park unannounced to lay claims.However, one thing was clear, she was going nowhere with this man.âWhat do you want with Elara?â I asked as I clenched and unclenched my fists. Anything to control the rage within.âI don't believe my use for her is any concern of yours.â He stated stepping a bit forward as his jewels jingled between his thighs. âI would like to leave here without any fight or bloodshed. But if you push me, I don't mind getting dirty.âThe guts to threaten me in front of my pack and in my own territory for that matter. I gritted my teeth, my wolf just below the surface pushing me to relinquish control over to him.âYou must be a fool to t
Elara's POVBefore I rushed out to the Northern pack border, I was trying to get some rest after the sort of nightmare I had but then, I heard the shrill sound of the alarm going off.It worried me so, the moment it went off, I sought for answers.When I came out to ask a passerby who was hurrying to answer the what was going on, I learnt that our pack had been breached. However I didn't think much of it, knowing Andrew could handle whatever it is that was going on. However, as l laid back in my room, a sharp knock interrupted my rest. Pulling the door open, I found a lady waiting breathless at the door. Before I could ask what the issue was, she blurted out that the person who had crossed our border was after me. For a moment I was speechless as a heaviness filled the pit of my stomach. With a quick thanks, I dismissed the lady.I didn't need to ask how she knew, I just changed into a pair of jeans and jacket then rushed out to the border to find out exactly what was going on mysel
Michaelâs POVFrom the moment Elara stepped foot into this pack, I hated her. I wanted her gone. She was a cursed wolf, and no matter how many lives she saved, including Andrewâs twice, I still didn't care. I wanted nothing to do with her.Until a few days ago, when she saved the entire pack from food poisoning that would've brought us to our knees.Which was surprising considering all that has been happening. For someone who has been treated like an outsider from the moment she stepped foot into the pack, it was a rather big move.And that changed things, at least for me. It forced me to acknowledge that she wasnât just some outsider, but someone that took us as her pack despite everything. And when I found out she was Andrewâs mate, his Luna, I couldnât ignore her presence in the pack anymore. I guess that's why she saved our asses in the first place. She wasnât just some cursed wolf. She was one of us.Which is why hearing Deveriud demand to take her away made my blood boil. A few
Elara's POVBy the time we all made it back to the cabin, it was well into the day. Bone tired, we all fell into position on a piece of furniture or the floor as we thought back to how the night had gone.I sat in the the couch with Andrew beside me. He drew me close to his side as he was scared that I would evaporate from his side.Michael and Lora took the other sofa in the room, practically sandwiched together. Greg chose the floor close to the wooden walls.âI can't believe we actually survived that.â Michael muttered as he looked between me and Greg.âWhy will you say that?â I asked âI didn't know you had little faith in us.ââOh câmon, that's not I meant and you know it.â He replied giving me his full attention.I knew that wasn't what he meant. It was just that the look on his that still held disbelief just unsettled me and I wanted to tease him a bit.I sighed. âI know exactly what you mean.ââAnd?â He urged.âIt was a miracle. What with the god rising and the way he was deter
Elaraâs POVThe first breath I took was like drowning in light.Not airâlight. Thick and sharp and everywhere. It filled my lungs, my veins, my mind.Then I came back.And everything hurt.My eyes snapped open. The world rushed in too fast. The ruins. The silence. The blood on my hands. The echo of Andrewâs voice still whispering my name.He was holding me.His arms were wrapped around me like he was afraid Iâd disappear again.âAndrew,â I croaked. My voice didnât sound like mine. It was softerâricher. Like something else had laced itself through me.He jerked back just enough to look at me, his face streaked with blood and ash and tears. His lips parted in a shaky breath.âYouâre awake,â he whispered. âElara, youâre awakeâââIâm okay.â I wasnât. But I had to say it for him.He exhaled and pressed his forehead to mine. âYou scared the hell out of me.âI touched his jaw. âYou offered your life.ââIâd do it again.âHe kissed me, quick and desperate. It wasnât gentle. It was real.I clun
Loraâs POVThe world cracked.Not metaphorically. Not in the dreamy, nice and poetic way people say when things fall apart.I mean the altarâcenturies old, cursed by blood and timeâsplit down the middle with a sound like the earth itself had screamed.I flinched as shards of stone flew past my face. One grazed my cheek, warm blood sliding down before I could even register the sting. But I didnât stop moving.âElara!â I shouted, weaving between the broken stones and bodies. I saw her in Andrewâs arms, limp and deathly still, and something in me nearly shattered too.Not her. Please, not her. She was my best friend and the last thing I wanted was for her losing her life in this wretched place.Then Gregâno, the thing that had been Gregâturned toward me. His eyes werenât his anymore. Red and empty. His smile too wide, very wrong and completely twisted.My heart pounded, fists clenched. The god had taken him. It had used him.But now?Now even that thing was looking like it wanted to devo
Andrewâs POVThe moment Elara expended her power trying to keep the god locked, it seemed like everything had stopped to focus on this particular moment. I stood screaming her name as she tried to do the impossible. But when I watched her falling, I couldn't take it anymore."Elara!" I tore through the red-glowing haze that had blanketed everything. My feet slammed hard into the ancient steps, sliding as I reached her. She was limp. Her skin had gone pale, almost gray, and her eyes fluttered like she was on the edge of leaving me. âStay with me, dammit. Elara, breathe.âShe didnât respond. Her lips trembled, breath catching in shallow bursts.The air cracked above usâthe sky splitting as the Blood Moon hit its peak. I looked up.And saw it.The gate was open. Not just some door or portal. This was ancient, raw, and alive. It was jagged light framed by black mist, spinning slowly in the heavens above the altar. And from it, something moved, a hand reached out.The forgotten god.Did
Elara's POVThe scream that tore from my throat didnât feel like mine.It came from somewhere deeperâbone-deep, soul-deep. My back arched against the pulsing altar, and the red light crashing down from the Blood Moon carved through me like I was paper. Everything inside me felt like it was breaking apart. Shattered pieces of a girl who used to be Elara.Then I heard him."Elara!" Andrewâs voice cut through the chaos.I clung to it.The pain was still there, like I was being ripped from the inside out, but I clung to the sound of him. It grounded me. Reminded me of who I was. Of the nights we used to spend togetger as a couple. As mates. Of the way he whispered my name when no one else was listening.I blinked through the red haze and found him kneeling beside me, hands cupping my face. His eyes wide. Terrified. His thumb brushed the tears off my cheeks, and I leaned into the touch like it was the only thing keeping me alive."Youâre still here," I choked out."Iâm not going anywher
Andrewâs POVThe world went quiet.It shouldnât have. There was chanting all around me, the sky roaring with thunder, cultists pacing like wolves ready to tear the altar apart. But all I could hear was the sound of her heart breaking.Elaraâs eyes were locked on meâpleading, desperate, furious.And Iâd faltered.Fates, Iâd faltered.The girl beside herâthe replacementâwas glowing now. Not metaphorically. Literally. The altar pulsed under her knees, and I could feel the magic reaching for her like it had once reached for Elara.This was the moment.One path ended in her survival. The other? Salvation for the rest of the world.I didnât move.My chest felt like it was splitting in half. The prophecy I didn't know much about seemed not to care who she was. It just needed a vessel. And now it had one.But she wasnât Elara.âYou said you loved her,â Michaelâs voice tore through the tension, sharp and shaking. âSo act like it.âI blinked.âSheâs dying,â Dorian said again from behind me. Cal
Elaraâs POVI couldnât feel my hands.Not because of the chainsâtheyâd long since numbed my wrists. It wasnât even the dark magic humming through the stone under me, or the pulsing weight of that fake moon bleeding into the sky.It was the woman.Her.The one Dorian dragged in like an offering. The one who looked like me. I didn't know how he managed to do something this sick all on his own but it had my hackles rising.She stumbled, dirt in her hair, blood down one arm. Her eyes met mineâand I saw myself.I froze.My mouth went dry.No.No, no, no. I have to get to the bottom of this.âWhat is this?â I croaked. My voice was rough, scraped raw from screaming earlier. âWho is she?âDorian smiled, cold and smooth. âInsurance,â he said. âA vessel the altar will accept willingly.ââSheâs not me.â I pointed out trying to figure out exactly was going on.âSheâs enough,â he said. âThe Blood Moon doesnât care for names. Only bloodlines. Only sacrifice.âBehind him, Harrow stood silent, arms f
Michaelâs POVIâd seen hell before.Iâd seen blood-soaked battlefields, the ruins of old packs cursed by forgotten gods, and the aftermath of hunts gone sideways. But nothingânothingâprepared me for the madness that unfolded once Elara vanished into the altar.One second she was there, blood burning on the stones. The next, the ground split and swallowed her like sheâd never existed. Andrew dove after her, but the crack sealed fastâtoo fast.We stood frozen. Just for a beat.Then the sky changed.A deep rumble rolled across the cloudsâslow and hungry. The black above us began to shift, bruising over with a sickly red hue. The true Blood Moon was still weeks off, but what rose above the mountain now? That was no moon. That was an imitation. Something summoned.Kieran raised his hands, shouting incantations in a language Iâd only ever know can be found in hidden scrolls and dark books.The cultists around him echoed the words. Voices rising, and twisting like one. If it wasn't for sac
Andrewâs POVI didnât look at Elara. Not when I heard Kieran say it. Not when that thing that looked like her stepped into the firelight with dead eyes and a mocking smile.Because if I looked at her right then, I mightâve lost the control Iâd been holding onto since we stepped into this cursed clearing. And right now, she needed me steady. Not broken.The Gatekeeper. Thatâs what he called it.But that wasn't Elaraânot really. It was a lie dressed in her skin. Some unholy mimic summoned to rattle us before the real bloodbath began.Greg cursed softly behind me, low and venomous.âWe need to move,â he muttered. âNow. Theyâre baiting us.âKieran was already turning, robes sweeping the earth as he walked back toward the rise of the altar behind him. âFollow,â he called. âOr run. The outcome doesnât change.âHe was right. If we decided to back down, it won't change anything. His men will give chase and he could use some other means to capture Elara.I didn't want to be away from her.I st