Zara's pov The pack was quiet, far quieter than I had expected. Nestled deep in the northern mountains, it was isolated from the chaos of the outside world. After everything that had happenedโthe attacks, the betrayals, and the overwhelming presence of Ryker and AdrianโI had made the decision to leave. To truly be free of everyone and everything that had defined my life up until now. I wasnโt running anymore but I want to be free. This faraway pack, the Black Ridge Wolves, had no ties to my past, no knowledge of what I had endured. They didnโt care that I was the โchosen oneโ or that I was hunted by enemies I couldnโt fully understand. They only cared that I was willing to work. All tanx to Alpha Adrian who introduced me to the alpha of the pack, he took me in without questioning me. That was all I wanted. To work. To train. To become stronger than I had ever been. The training grounds here were nothing like what I was used to. There were no neat rows of equipment or carefull
Zara's pov It had been a month since I arrived at Black Ridge Pack, and for the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. The isolation of the mountains brought a calm I hadnโt known I needed. There were no whispers of my bloodline, no hovering Alphas watching my every move, and no enemies breathing down my neck. I was no longer the frightened woman scrambling to survive. Here, I was just Zara, a wolf determined to forge her own path. Kaelโs training sessions were brutal, but I welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that I was getting stronger, that I was no longer defined by my past. The wolves in this pack didnโt care who I had been or what enemies hunted me. They only cared that I pulled my weight, that I worked as hard as everyone else. But even in this haven, secrets had a way of surfacing, and Black Ridge held one that would change everything. The morning sun hit the mountaintops as I stepped into the training grounds, the cool mountain air filling my lungs. Kael
Zara's pov The days following the strangerโs appearance passed in a blur of tension and uncertainty. Kael had been on edge ever since, his already stern demeanour hardening further. Patrols around the Black Ridge Packโs territory doubled, wolves on watch twenty-four hours a day. I threw myself into training with an almost obsessive focus. Every punch, every claw strike, every shift into wolf form was a reminder of what was comingโand of what I had to do to survive. But even as I pushed myself to exhaustion, the strangerโs words haunted me. "Your son is not the only one theyโre after." I have a son. But I still don't remember anything about him. The cryptic message gnawed at the edges of my thoughts, leaving me restless. Who else could they possibly want? What connection did I have to this mysterious Veil? Kael had been helping me search for answers, combing through old texts and records in the packโs library. But so far, all we had were fragmentsโwhispers of an ancient order
Zara's pov The howl echoed across the mountains, carrying with it a chilling sense of inevitability. Every wolf in the clearing froze, their eyes snapping to the forest beyond. My heart thundered in my chest, my claws digging into the dirt as I tried to calm the rising panic. โStay here,โ Kael barked, his voice sharp and commanding. He turned to the gathered wolves. โPatrol teams, spread out! No one gets past the borders!โ The wolves shifted seamlessly into their forms, powerful bodies melting into fur and claws, before disappearing into the trees. Only Kael and Seris remained by my side. โTheyโre moving faster than I thought,โ Seris muttered, her blue eyes scanning the horizon. โWhat do they want now?โ I demanded, my frustration breaking through the fear. โThey already made it clear they think Iโm some kind of threat. Why not just attack outright?โ Seris didnโt answer immediately. Her gaze flicked to Kael, then back to me. โBecause they want something more than you.โ I
Zara's pov The silver-eyed manโs words replayed in my mind, each syllable twisting like a dagger in my chest. The ache heโd awakenedโthe one I hadnโt realized had always been thereโwas impossible to ignore now. Heโd planted a seed, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it grew, rooting itself deeper into my thoughts. โWhat did they take from me?โ I whispered again, my voice trembling. Kael crouched in front of me, his scarred face shadowed by worry and frustration. โZara, donโt let him get inside your head. Heโs manipulating you.โ โWhat if heโs not?โ I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. โWhat if thereโs something Iโm not remembering? What ifโโ โWhat if itโs a trick?โ Kael interrupted, his tone firm. โThe Keepers thrive on deception. Whatever you think youโre missing, theyโll use it to weaken you. Donโt give them that power.โ I wanted to believe him. I wanted to convince myself that the silver-eyed man was lying, that this hollow ache was just another cruel tr
Zaraโs POV Seris requested we do the ritual ina a room so I took her to an empty room in the pack house. The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldnโt quite place. โYou have to trust me, Zara,โ she whispered. โThe answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know who you truly are and why your power is so important.โ Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didnโt have answers toโquestions about my family, my power, and the life Iโd been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. โItโs just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.โ I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me
Zara's pov The clearing at the edge of the forest was eerily silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant cry of the wind. Seris moved with precision, drawing symbols into the dirt with a blade that glinted faintly in the moonlight. The symbols pulsed with energy, their glow rippling like water as she completed the intricate circle. I stood in the center, my heart pounding. The weight of the decision Iโd made pressed heavily on me, but there was no turning back now. If the silver-eyed man was right, if there was something buried deep in my mind, I needed to know. Seris straightened, brushing dirt from her hands as she turned to me. โOnce we begin, thereโs no stopping,โ she said, her tone serious. โThe magic will force your memories to surface, but it wonโt be gentle. Youโll have to face themโno matter how painful they are.โ I nodded, my fists clenched at my sides. โIโm ready.โ She gave me a long, searching look, then raised her hands, her voice low and melodi
Zaraโs POV The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldnโt quite place. โYou have to trust me, Zara,โ she whispered. โThe answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know waho you truly are and why your power is so important.โ Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didnโt have answers toโquestions about my family, my power, and the life Iโd been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. โItโs just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.โ I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to pull back, but I couldnโt deny the desperation I felt. I wanted to know. I needed to know.
LAUREN'S POVSitting on the towel I've laid by the river of a deep forest close to my pack, I consider this hideout place my paradise.This is the only place I can be myself without the fear that someone will find out my true identity.I like to spend my quiet time by the river in the forest, not too far from my pack. I often visit the beautiful forest to clear my head from the day's stress.When the thought of a dream I had a day before crossed my mind, the moon goddess appeared to me again."My child, it is time."Her message to me was clear, but I asked still, โAm I prepared?โAm I prepared to take back my father's throne from the traitor, who killed my parents and took over our pack?It was just one sentence. She smiled at me and then vanished.The first time she appeared to me, I was just thirteen years after I first shifted into my wolf form.That was also the day I met my companion and my wolf Jada.โSheโs gone, Lauren.โ Jada said and then added, โSheโs so incomparably beautifu
Thoroldโs POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like โ real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolfโs chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfangโs lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didnโt trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thoroldโs POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like โ real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolfโs chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfangโs lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didnโt trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thoroldโs POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like โ real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolfโs chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfangโs lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didnโt trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
(Zaraโs POV)I spotted Thorold behind the healerโs hall, sitting on the low stone wall with his boots dangling just above the dirt. His elbows rested on his knees, shoulders relaxed, and for the first time in days, he lookedโฆ at ease.He didnโt flinch when I approached. His head turned slightly, and he gave me a small, tired smile.โTrying to disappear?โ I asked.He shrugged. โJust hiding from Ryker. He wants to spar. I told him my bones need a break.โI smiled and sat beside him. โSmart choice. He doesnโt go easy.โโIโm learning.โWe watched a few pack members sparring in the open yard. There was no war urgency in their movement. They were laughing, shouting challenges, tripping over their own feet. It was the kind of scene I used to dream about.โYou look like him,โ I said quietly, surprising myself.Thorold looked over. โRyker?โI nodded.โThe way you stand when youโre thinking. That habit of checking the exits even when youโre smiling. And when you lift your chin before speakingโฆ
LAUREN'S POV Logan was too hot my heart pounding and when I felt his fingers playing with my n**ples, it gave me a different sensation. it felt so good as if that was the first time we were making our downtown move slowly and grabbed my hard n**please, and sucked on it, he was such a baby. "Will you stop teasing me already?" I said to him angrily. Logan kissed me again with passion, his gue trailing down to lick my collarbone, then feature down to my n*please. Logan slipped his hand into my pants and started playing with my cl*****s "Baby you are already wet?" he said, whispering into my ears. he looked up into my eyes, " Bianca,l love you so much, and thank you for not giving up on me when I was lost. he touched my n**ples again, your n*ples are so hard and I love it when I turn you on. I looked him in the eyes, "Will you f**k me already and stop the talking?" my pussy throbbed and ached, he inspected his finger into my p**y and f**led me with his two fingers. it was so g
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls.As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently."We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates.""We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best."The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked. "ou
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently. "We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates." "We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best." The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked
LAUREN'S POV As the preparations unfolded, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and excitement was palpable. From far and wide, members of various packs journeyed to join in the festivities, eager to witness the union of two destined souls and perhaps even find their own mates amidst the throngs of wolves. The air was filled with the scent of roasting meat, and the sounds of laughter and chatter echoed through the forest. The clearing where the celebration was to be held was adorned with colourful ribbons, and a large bonfire had been lit in the centre. As the sun began to set, the sky turned a deep shade of orange, and the first stars began to twinkle above. At the heart of the clearing stood my mate and I resplendent in our fur coats and adorned with feathered headdresses. we exchanged vows of love and loyalty, and the packs howled in approval. It was a moment of pure joy and unity, one that would be remembered for generations to come. It was a one-week program for ev