Rosalee's Point of ViewI gently help the last injured wolf into their hospital room, careful not to jostle her too much. Her weight leans against me, but I don’t mind, I know she needs the support. As she settles into the bed, she turns her head and gives me a small, tired smile."Thank you, Luna."I freeze for a moment, caught off guard by the title. I open my mouth to correct her, I’m no Luna, but the exhaustion crawling through my body makes it hard to care about titles right now. Instead, I just return her smile with a quiet nod of my head and softly close the door behind me.It took several trips, but we did it. All of the injured wolves are finally safe inside the hospital, getting the care that they need. My entire body aches, my arms, my back, even my bones feel sore. Every step feels heavier now, like I’m slowly sinking into the earth with each movement. I could honestly sleep for a week right now.But before I head back to the house, there’s one more person I need to check
Jensen's Point of ViewThe air around the medical tent is thick with the lingering scent of blood, herbs, and healing, chaos slowly giving way to order. The canvas flaps rustle gently in the breeze as I approach, and that’s when I see her. Rosalee, she's standing near the entrance, speaking with Josh. Her posture is tired but upright, her voice low and earnest.I slow my steps, catching her words as I draw near.“I’m so sorry for leaving without telling you, but I saw Nyx slip away from the fight. And I didn’t know what to expect or how to help, other than to follow her.”Josh shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his face. “No, don’t apologize. You saved Nyx and Alpha Ellias. I’d say you did pretty good for your first fight.”My chest tightens with quiet pride. Even after everything, bloodshed, pain, the weight of what she’s done, Rosalee’s heart is still full of concern for others, still trying to do right.I step up beside her and gently slip my arm around her waist, drawing he
Victor's Point of ViewThe air is thick with the aftermath of battle, burnt wood, blood, sweat, but through it, I catch the sharp tang of something else: fear. It rides the wind like smoke, faint but distinct. I know what it means even before the mind link crackles to life.“Some of the Crimsonclaw wolves are retreating,” I say, my voice sharp and commanding as it cuts through the pack link. “Let’s go after them and put this fight to an end.”For a second, there’s silence, then murmurs of agreement ripple through the connection. No hesitation. No fear. My pack is with me.I sever the link and immediately shift, my bones snapping and reforming with brutal precision as fur rips through skin and claws replace fingers. The pain is fleeting, familiar, grounding.Then I run towards where I saw a wolf run off to.The world sharpens instantly in my wolf form, the ground a blur beneath my paws, every scent in the air vivid and layered. I lift my nose to the wind, inhaling deeply, filtering thr
Jensen's Point of ViewI step out of the medical tent, letting the flap fall shut behind me. The air is thick with the lingering scent of smoke and blood, and the ground feels like it’s still humming from the chaos that tore through here not long ago. The weight of everything, the battle, the loss, the look in Rosalee’s eyes, settles heavier on my shoulders with each step I take.I find Ronan and Bruce near the perimeter, standing watch among a loose circle of our people. As I approach, Ronan turns towards me, his expression tight with concern.“Is Rosalee okay?” he asks before I even reach them.I give a short nod of my head, my jaw clenched. “Physically, yes,” I say. “But… she was the one who killed Freya.”Ronan’s brows draw together for a beat before he gives a small, solemn nod of his head. “Rosalee is strong,” he says, his voice steady. “I’m sure she’ll recover from that too.”I hope he’s right.I shift my attention to the others gathered nearby, some sitting, some still catchin
Rosalee's Point of ViewI’m breathless.Jensen’s lips leave mine, and the warmth of the kiss lingers like fire on my mouth. My heart hammers against my ribs, not just from the battle we’ve barely escaped, but from the kiss, deep and fierce, full of something that feels dangerously close to love. His forehead rests against mine, his breath brushing over my face as he whispers, “We should go get some clothes and help.”That’s when it hits me.We’re both completely naked.My cheeks burn as I glance down, and I quickly wrap my arms around myself in a useless attempt at modesty. I look up at him, flustered, and he’s laughing, not at me, not mockingly, but with that warm, amused sound that softens his eyes and makes me forget for a second where we are and what we’ve been through.He reaches out and takes my hand. His palm is rough and warm, steadying me in more ways than one. I don’t hesitate, I grip it tightly, grounding myself in him. We start walking towards the medical tent, our bare fe
Jensen's Point of ViewClaws slash. Teeth snap. Blood spatters across the forest floor as I land another blow, sending a Crimsonclaw wolf sprawling into the dirt. I don’t give him the chance to rise again. But just as I ready myself for the next opponent, everything comes to a stop.It’s not a physical silence. It’s something deeper. Heavier.Like someone’s doused the entire battlefield in ice water.The Crimsonclaw wolves freeze, every single one of them. Some are mid lunge, others in snarls or battle stances, but they suddenly stop, confusion overtaking their ferocity. A few begin to shift back to their human forms, as if the fight’s been drained out of them completely.I feel it in my gut before I understand it. Something has changed. Something final.I shift back into my human form, my chest heaving, my fists still clenched. A Crimsonclaw wolf stands frozen before me, his ears low, his body trembling. I step forward and growl, “Shift.”The wolf obeys immediately, and in a ripple o