Elara's POVThe room smelled of old paper and dust-a quiet place, far away from the continuous buzz of pack activity. I did not have any business being here. And yet, here I was, thumbing through brittle pages of ledgers and records.I had told myself it was curiosity, but inside, I knew it was desperation. Answers had to be somewhere, didn't they?What I overheard between Andrew and Michael didn't sit too well. They referred to me -like some scapegoat, a chess piece to be moved at every whim. But there was something beneath that, something left unsaid but very pronounced. And I was going to find it.My fingers brushed against an old leather-bound journal tucked between thick volumes of pack history. I opened it, feeling the spine creak, and revealed spidery handwriting that was decades old. These pages spoke of some "Blood Moon curse" with a very unclear origin and of some kind of artifact called Owlshard.My fingers stroked the word "Owlshard," as though touching it would somehow dr
Elara's POVStumbling out of the records room, my head reeled from the after-effect of Andrew's kiss. The tips of my fingers were touching my lips involuntarily as a result of that shared moment, which remained a blur even after. What the hell happened? I felt my racing heartbeat. And now, his words: You're trouble, Elara.Trouble, which barely described it.I shook my head, trying to clear the haze, and made my way toward the pack house's back exit. I needed fresh air. The cold night welcomed me with open arms, and I inhaled deeply, letting the crispness sting my lungs. The moon hung low, casting long shadows across the clearing.It wasn't until I was halfway across the yard that I noticed something was off. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I froze, scanning the darkness. A rustle to my left. A faint growl to my right.I wasn't alone.They materialized, it seemed, out of nowhere; four wolves in huge masses, the light of moonshine showing the menace they held in their eyes
Elara's POVThe pack house loomed ahead. With every step, my heart still hammered in my chest, the adrenaline refusing to seep away however far Mara and her wolves had retreated. I should have felt safe, should have felt relieved, but all I could think of was her.Rhea.The way she stood beside Andrew, the unspoken connection between them, made my skin crawl. She bothered me far more than the wolves snarling in preparation for an attack did. And I hated it.I gritted my teeth and made myself focus ahead. The tension had sucked all the energy from my body, yet I couldn't let myself stop, not until I could shut out the world and at least try to reason out this crazy life of mine.The sound of footsteps in a rush stopped me. Voices behind me, raised before I could turn."You can't keep covering for her, Andrew," one said. There was accusation obvious in the tone of this man.I turned round slowly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. A little crowd had collected, their faces li
Elara's POVMy heart hammered in my chest, not from fear, but from something rawer, sharperโjealousy and anger. It pushed at me, threatening to spill out like a dam about to burst. She was beautiful in the effortless way that made you hate her just a littleโdark hair cascading in perfect waves, eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a smile that didnโt reach her eyes.She pouted, but there was a look of satisfaction in her eyes, like sheโd achieved exactly what she wanted.โI was just joking,โ she said innocently.Andrewโs jaw tightened, and he turned to me, a look of frustration crossing his face. โElara, go inside.โInside. Away from the prying eyes of the pack and the smug smirk plastered across Rheaโs face. But I wasnโt ready to leave just yet.โWhy?โ I demanded, my voice steady but low, carrying the weight of the storm that was inside me. โSo your friend here can keep throwing jabs at me while Iโm not around?โRhea gasped, feigning shock. โI didnโt mean to offend you. I thought y
Andrew's POVAnger snapped through the air like a live wire-hot, dangerous. I was pacing my study, my fists firmly at my sides. It was claustrophobic in here; the walls were closing in while my thoughts spiraled inside my brain. Michael stood leaning against the door frame in the corner, his expression unreadable. It was the casual way he stood that finally set my anger ablaze.โHow the hell did this happen?" I exploded, sharply turning myself back around to face him.Michael's brow rose, and his lips quivered with what I suspected, to be amusement. "You'll have to be more specific, Andrew. What do you think?โ"Elara!" I said, my voice a little higher than I had intended. "How could the pack rally in an attack against her when you're supposed to be there keeping an eye on them?"He shrugged-a maddeningly indifferent motion. "Perhaps because she does not belong here, and they know it.".It led to an uncomfortable silence in the room, my chest heaving as I fought to control my breath.I
Andrew's POVCrossing back to the window, I watched through the curtain, my hands clutched on the edge such that some fabric tore off. Below, Elara stood at the center of a circle of my pack members. Her shoulders hunched, her hair stuck to her face as she mopped the muddy training grounds. Voices rose around her, mocking, and laughing."You missed a spot, witch," said one jeeringly.Another kicked water over her clean patch, laughing as the mud splashed her legs.But she didn't say a word.My jaw clenched. This was not the Elara I knew. The Elara I knew would have fought back, her words flying through the air like knives-sharp, cold, deadly-deadmise dancing in her eyes. She didn't take a problem with fighting against me, challenging my authority whenever she got the chance. But now? She said nothing. She just stood there, taking their jeers.Why?The question filled my mind, annoying and unrelenting. My frustration swelled in my chest, mixed with the growing anger toward my pack. Cru
Elara's POVThe silence in my room was deafening; the weight of my thoughts was my only companion. I sat cross-legged on the small cot, my fingers tracing the rough fibers in the blanket, staring at the wall.No different was Andrew's pack from Grimshade, I thought sourly. Cruelty, it would appear, goes wherever I go. The laughter from earlier still rang in my ears, each jeer slicing deeper than I should let it.Part of me wondered where I got the right from, caring in the first place. This wasn't my home, it wasn't my people. Yet their words still got under my skin. The way they looked at me though-like I was something dirty, something less โฆ it was too familiar. It brought me back to Grimshade, to nights spent nursing bruises and swallowing my pride.Was I better off here?My door suddenly flew open, banging backward against the wall, sending me upright; my heart shot up in my throat, as I clenched my fists ready for another attack.Andrew leaned on the doorway, casual in his pose,
Elara's POVI shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the Jeep, as it continued to bump its way along the dirt trail. The silence was a thick, heavy hanging between Andrew and I, broken only by the sound of crunching tires over gravel and the occasional howl of wind through the trees. Greg sat in the back quiet, his eyes scanning across the woods as if anticipating danger to leap from the appear at any moment.I still didn't know why I was here.Andrew said it was training, but what kind of training required dragging me to the edge of the pack's territory with no warning and no explanation? He hadn't spoken much since I'd met him downstairs-just barked orders at Greg and tossed me into the Jeep like some kind of inconvenient luggage."Why am I even here?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.Andrew didn't look at me. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white. "You'll see soon enough.""That's not an answer."He glanced at me then, his sharp eyes glinting wi
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.โI can't believe we actually survived that.โ Michael muttered as he looked between me and Greg.โWhy will you say that?โ I asked โI didn't know you had little faith in us.โโOh cโmon, that's not I meant and you know it.โ 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. โI know exactly what you mean.โโAnd?โ He urged.โIt was a miracle. What with the god rising and the way he was deter
Elaraโs POVThe first breath I took was like drowning in light.Not airโlight. 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 Andrewโs voice still whispering my name.He was holding me.His arms were wrapped around me like he was afraid Iโd disappear again.โAndrew,โ I croaked. My voice didnโt sound like mine. It was softerโricher. 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.โYouโre awake,โ he whispered. โElara, youโre awakeโโโIโm okay.โ I wasnโt. But I had to say it for him.He exhaled and pressed his forehead to mine. โYou scared the hell out of me.โI touched his jaw. โYou offered your life.โโIโd do it again.โHe kissed me, quick and desperate. It wasnโt gentle. It was real.I clun
Loraโs POVThe world cracked.Not metaphorically. Not in the dreamy, nice and poetic way people say when things fall apart.I mean the altarโcenturies old, cursed by blood and timeโsplit 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 didnโt stop moving.โElara!โ I shouted, weaving between the broken stones and bodies. I saw her in Andrewโs 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 Gregโno, the thing that had been Gregโturned toward me. His eyes werenโt 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
Andrewโs 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. โStay with me, dammit. Elara, breathe.โShe didnโt respond. Her lips trembled, breath catching in shallow bursts.The air cracked above usโthe 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 didnโt feel like mine.It came from somewhere deeperโbone-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!" Andrewโs 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."Youโre still here," I choked out."Iโm not going anywher
Andrewโs POVThe world went quiet.It shouldnโt 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.Elaraโs eyes were locked on meโpleading, desperate, furious.And Iโd faltered.Fates, Iโd faltered.The girl beside herโthe replacementโwas 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 didnโt 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 wasnโt Elara.โYou said you loved her,โ Michaelโs voice tore through the tension, sharp and shaking. โSo act like it.โI blinked.โSheโs dying,โ Dorian said again from behind me. Cal
Elaraโs POVI couldnโt feel my hands.Not because of the chainsโtheyโd long since numbed my wrists. It wasnโt 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 mineโand I saw myself.I froze.My mouth went dry.No.No, no, no. I have to get to the bottom of this.โWhat is this?โ I croaked. My voice was rough, scraped raw from screaming earlier. โWho is she?โDorian smiled, cold and smooth. โInsurance,โ he said. โA vessel the altar will accept willingly.โโSheโs not me.โ I pointed out trying to figure out exactly was going on.โSheโs enough,โ he said. โThe Blood Moon doesnโt care for names. Only bloodlines. Only sacrifice.โBehind him, Harrow stood silent, arms f
Michaelโs POVIโd seen hell before.Iโd seen blood-soaked battlefields, the ruins of old packs cursed by forgotten gods, and the aftermath of hunts gone sideways. But nothingโnothingโprepared 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 sheโd never existed. Andrew dove after her, but the crack sealed fastโtoo fast.We stood frozen. Just for a beat.Then the sky changed.A deep rumble rolled across the cloudsโslow 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 Iโd 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
Andrewโs POVI didnโt 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 mightโve lost the control Iโd been holding onto since we stepped into this cursed clearing. And right now, she needed me steady. Not broken.The Gatekeeper. Thatโs what he called it.But that wasn't Elaraโnot 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.โWe need to move,โ he muttered. โNow. Theyโre baiting us.โKieran was already turning, robes sweeping the earth as he walked back toward the rise of the altar behind him. โFollow,โ he called. โOr run. The outcome doesnโt change.โHe 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