LOGINEpilogueBianca's Point of ViewSunlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite, warming the room with a soft golden glow.My heart is pounding.Not with fear.Not anymore.With excitement.Today.Today I finally become Scott's Luna.I stand in front of the full-length mirror while my mother carefully smooths the skirt of my dress.Emma fusses over the veil for what feels like the tenth time."Slightly to the left."She steps back."No... the right."Emily laughs from the couch."You've been moving it back and forth for the last five minutes.""I know."Emma says."But it has to be perfect.""It already is."Sienna says with a smile.Emma folds her arms."You two are no help."We all laugh.The sound fills the room so naturally that I have to pause for a moment.Not long ago...I never thought I would laugh like this again.Not surrounded by family.Not surrounded by friends.Not surrounded by people who love me.My mother walks around until she's standing in front o
Bianca's Point of View The little café is warm and cozy, the smell of freshly baked bread and coffee filling the air around us. Sunlight streams through the large windows, making everything feel peaceful. It's... nice. After everything we've been through, sitting here almost feels strange. Normal. I don't think any of us have had "normal" in a very long time. Emma sits across from me with a cup of coffee in front of her. My mother and Emily sit beside her, already halfway through their lunch. Scott offered to keep Ethan this afternoon so I could have some time with them. I miss him already. I smile to myself. Seven months ago, I never imagined I'd become the kind of mother who missed her baby after only an hour. Emma notices my smile. "What?" I laugh softly. "I was just thinking about Ethan." She grins. "I had a feeling." "I've only been away from him for an hour." Emily laughs. "I think that's completely normal." "I hope so." "It is." My mother smiles warmly.
Bianca's Point of ViewThe apartment feels too quiet.Ethan fell asleep almost an hour ago after his bedtime bottle, and ever since then I've been pacing between the living room and the kitchen, glancing at the clock every few minutes.Scott said he was on his way home.That was over an hour ago.I know the drive isn't short.I know he probably stopped to make sure everything was settled before he left.I know all of that.It still doesn't stop me from worrying.My phone sits beside me on the couch. I've picked it up at least twenty times, only to put it back down again.I don't want to distract him while he's driving.So instead, I wait.The apartment is dimly lit, the television playing quietly in the background, though I haven't paid attention to a single word.Every sound outside makes my heart race.Every vehicle that drives past makes me wonder if it's him.Then...Headlights sweep across the window.I freeze.A second later, I hear a car door close.My heart begins pounding.I
Scott's Point of ViewThe moment we reach Asher's pack, I climb out of the SUV without wasting a second.My body aches.Every bruise from the fight with Damon reminds me that I'm still standing only because Asher stepped in front of that blade.The image refuses to leave my head.Asher collapsing.The silver knife buried in his side.Blood everywhere.I slam the driver's door shut harder than I mean to.Peter walks over."I'll make sure the prisoners are secured."He says and I nod my head."Thank you."He studies me for a second."You okay?"He asks and I sigh. "No."He gives me a sympathetic look."I didn't think so."I run a hand through my hair."I'm going to go see Derek."I say and he nods his head. "I figured."He pats my shoulder once before walking away to organize the warriors.I make my way over to Derek and we head to his office."Sit."Derek says and I do, suddenly feeling far more exhausted than I did five seconds ago.Neither of them speaks.They are both just waiting
Bianca's Point of ViewThe waiting is the hardest part.I stand just outside the packhouse, my hands clasped tightly together, staring down the road for what feels like the hundredth time. Around me, pack members gather in small groups, speaking in hushed voices. Some pace. Others simply watch the entrance to the territory.No one is relaxed.No one can be.Scott is out there.Asher is out there.Every warrior who left this morning is out there.And all I can do is wait.I pull in another shaky breath.Please... just come home.A soft hand settles on my shoulder."You should sit down for a while."I glance over at Emma and force a small smile."I can't."She nods, understanding immediately."I didn't think you would."Ethan squirms happily in Miss Hannah's arms a few feet away, completely unaware of why everyone around him looks so tense. She catches my eye and gives me an encouraging smile."He's been an angel."I smile a little more genuinely."Thank you."She bounces him gently."I
Scott's Point of ViewFor a split second, everything freezes.Then instinct takes over.I spin toward the man who buried the silver blade into Asher's side.Bianca's father.His eyes are wild. There isn't even a hint of regret in them."Scott!" Peter roars.The bastard yanks another knife from his belt.He doesn't get the chance to use it.I lunge.He sees me at the last second and swings, but he's too slow. My fist crashes into his jaw, sending him stumbling backward.I grab him by the throat before he can recover.He struggles, clawing at my arm."I'll kill every one of you! Starting with that whore of a mate and your little bast...."His words end abruptly as I snap his neck.The crack echoes across the battlefield.His body goes limp.I let him fall without another glance.I don't have time."Asher!"I drop beside him.He is still conscious, but barely.Peter is already on his knees beside him, pressing both hands against the wound."Don't you dare close your eyes," Peter growls.
Bianca’s Point of View. "There you go, good as new. No one will ever know." My mother says, giving me a small smile. "Are you sure?" I ask, my voice tight with tension and she nods her head. "Yes, you look as beautiful as always. Look for yourself." She says, gently touching my cheek tha
Scott’s Point of View I can’t breathe. It feels like the walls in Asher’s office are closing in on me. I need to get out. I hear Bianca calling to me but I don't stop or even look back. I need air. Space. Something. Because if I stay in that office another second, I am going to lose my damn
Bianca’s Point of View When I finally get back to my room, my mother and Emily are already there, waiting for me exactly as planned. To anyone watching, it looks normal. Just two women helping another prepare for the upcoming festival, but I know the truth. This is not just preparation, this is
Bianca’s Point of View My body feels frozen, and my mind won't stop spinning. Damon’s words keep repeating themselves in my head over and over again. Nothing. Useless. The only useful thing you have ever done. My stomach twists painfully as another thought forces its way into my mind. Alpha M







