CHAPTER FIVE
ZOEY
I sat on the cold floor of my cell and I stared blankly at the door that Alpha Graham had just slammed close. My face still hurt from the guard’s slap, but the confusion I felt was wrose. He didn’t trust me and he never would, and matter what I said or did, they had already decided what I was a vampire, a liar, and a threat.
I clenched my fists in frustration.
This wasn’t fair.
I had no idea why I couldn’t shift. I had no idea why my wolf, Frankie, was keeping secrets and now, I was in the middle of a fight between the wolves and vampires, and I had no idea of why I was even a part of it.
I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes. “Frankie,” I called out in my mind but there was no response.
I gritted my teeth. “Don’t ignore me. You owe me answers.”
Still, there was nothing.
I felt anger and frustration rush through me. “You told me I’d understand in time, but I don’t have time! If you don’t tell me the truth, I could die here!”
For a moment, I thought she was going to remain silent again but then, she said, “I know.”
Her voice was soft, and almost sad.
“Then help me,” I pleaded. “Tell me what’s wrong with me.”
Frankie hesitated. “You’re not ready.”
I scoffed. “Not ready? I was almost killed today! What else do I need to be ready for?”
“If I tell you now, it will only make things worse.”
I dug my nails into my palms in anger. “I don’t care! You’re supposed to be my wolf! You’re supposed to protect me!”
“And I am.” Frankie sighed. “Just trust me, Zoey.”
Trust? She had disappeared when I needed her the most. She refused to explain what was happening to me, and now, she was asking me to trust her?
I was about to argue when I heard a sound on the door and I froze. It sounded like someone was trying to unlock the door.
I turned toward the door, and my heart raced. I scrambled to my feet, and pressed myself against the wall as the door was pushed open. My breath got caught in my throat as a figure slipped inside, moving quickly and quietly.
It wasn’t a pack guard, and it wasn’t Alpha Graham. It was a stranger.
I could barely see the person that had walked in, but I could make out the shape of a talk man that was wearing a dark cloak that made him blend into the shadow and hard to see.
“Who are you—” I began, but he raised a finger to his lips, like he was silently telling me to be quiet.
I swallowed hard and kept my mouth shut but I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. He slowly took a step toward me and stoped right in front of me. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured in a low and smooth voice.
I tensed. “What do you mean? I don’t understand what you’re talking about and who are you?”
He stared at me for a while and then he smirked. “You’re much more braver than I expected.”
“Who are you?” I demanded seriously. “Why are you here? Who sent you?”
He looked back at the door before he turned back to me. “To deliver a message.”
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Nobody knew where I was and if Alpha Graham wanted me to know something, he’d send his guards or come by himself “From who?”
He hesitated then he finally said. “From the Vampire Lord.”
I instantly froze on my spot. “The what?” I whispered. I heard him clearly but I was just giving myself time to process it.
“The Vampire Lord,” he repeated. “He’s looking for you.”
I shook my head. “That’s impossible. I don’t even know him.”
The man tilted his head. “Maybe you don’t but he knows you.”
I felt chills run down my spine and my body shook in fear. I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, i heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The strange man cursed under his breath and took a step back. “They’re coming,” he muttered.
I panicked immediately and I tried to make him stay. “Wait! You can’t just say something like that and leave!”
But he was already leaving. “Listen carefully,” he said quickly. “You’re not who you think you are, and when the time comes, you’ll have to choose a side.”
I stared at him, and I still couldn’t understand what he was saying. “What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer. I looked at the door at when I turned back to him, he was gone. It felt like it was just part of my imagination but I could still feel his presence. What the hell was happening?
I barely had time to process what had happened before the door was pushed open again.
A pack guard stood there, and his eyes were filled with fury. “Come with me!”
I drew in a deep breath. I didn’t know where they were taking me to and I couldn’t ask because I knew that he wouldn’t give me an answer so I just prayed for the best.
But I was starting to realize that something was wrong with me and whatever secrets Frankie was keeping from me was bigger than I ever imagined.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWOZOEYThe evening air carried a bite of early autumn as I stepped out onto the balcony. From here, the forest stretched into a dark, endless quilt, silvered by moonlight. The world looked calm, almost soft, but the tension in the packhouse told another story.Behind me, muffled voices drifted through the hallway. Graham had returned from his meeting with Viktor only an hour ago, and the whole house felt different. Warriors moved with quiet urgency. Doors opened and shut with careful precision. Even the kitchen smelled sharper, like iron and salt instead of bread and herbs.I wrapped my shawl tighter around my shoulders and listened to the wind, hoping for a moment of peace. Instead, the door creaked behind me.“Zoey?”I turned to see Lily stepping onto the balcony, her dark curls loose around her face. She carried a tray with two mugs, steam curling from the rims.“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, setting the tray on the small table.I shook my head. “Too
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONEGRAHAMThe moon looked pale on the sky, and a ray of light caught between rolling clouds. I kept my steps steady as I crossed the moss-covered stones that marked the neutral ground between our territory and Viktor’s. The night air was sharp and damp, carrying the scents of wet earth, pine, and something faintly metallic, like blood, but older.Ronald followed a pace behind me, silent as my shadow. I’d left Zoey asleep, curled into the nest of blankets I’d pulled around her before I slipped away. Every instinct screamed to stay at her side, but answers wouldn’t come to those who hid.A single lantern burned ahead, its glow revealing a tall figure waiting with arms folded. Viktor. His silver hair caught the moonlight like a blade, eyes cold but alert. Two of his sentries stood several feet back, cloaked and still as statues.“Alpha Graham,” Viktor said as I approached, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. “Your message said urgency. I assume this
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTYGRAHAMThe council room smelled faintly of sharp weapons and freshly scrubbed floors. I stood near the long table, arms crossed, while Ronald placed a rough map across the surface. A small circle marked the eastern border, where the teenage girl had been found the night before.“She swears they weren’t Viktor’s people,” Ronald said, tapping the spot with a calloused finger. “No gold eyes, no insignia. They chased her through the pines, then disappeared like smoke. Patrols found nothing. No tracks, no scent, nothing.”Around the table, my senior warriors shifted uneasily. Their silence was louder than any argument.“We’re sure she’s telling the truth?” I asked. My voice came out low and hard, though I didn’t mean to sound like I was about to tear the walls down.“She’s terrified,” Ronald replied. “But steady. No signs of lying. Her name’s Clara, she’s seventeen, from the western valley. She was heading home from her aunt’s when they surrounded her. Said t
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINEZOEYThe morning sun poured in through the curtains, soft and golden, when I woke to the sound of distant voices outside our window. For a heartbeat I thought it was the usual laughter of children running through the garden, but then I caught a sharper edge in the voices, a quiet tension. I pushed myself up carefully, one hand on my stomach out of habit, and blinked away the sleep.The bed was empty beside me. Graham was gone.Not unusual, he often left early to meet with Ronald or the patrol leaders, but today the silence in the room felt heavier, like it was holding its breath. A tray of breakfast sat on the table by the window, still warm. My favorite tea steamed faintly, and a single orange blossom rested beside the cup.The small gesture made my chest tighten. It was so like Graham to leave something soft in the middle of hard days. But the quiet outside still pressed on me.I dressed quickly and slipped out into the hallway. Two guards stood n
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHTGRAHAMThe moon was gone by the time I returned to the strategy room, but the place still smelled of smoke from the lamps. Ronald was already waiting, a stack of maps spread across the long oak table. Two of our best trackers, Felix and Mara, stood at opposite ends, their faces set and alert. Everyone looked tired, but nobody was leaving until we figured out what the hell was happening.I shut the door behind me. “Let’s begin.”Ronald straightened. “The girl who ran into the park is safe. Hannah checked her, no injuries, no bite marks. She’s shaken but says she’s sure about what she saw.”“She said vampires,” Felix added. “But not like Viktor’s people. Their eyes were red, not gold. She swears she saw fangs before she bolted.”A cold weight settled in my chest. “And the patrols?”“No tracks we can follow,” Mara said, frustration sharpening her voice. “The area smells of earth and pine, but no clear trail. Whoever they are, they covered their scent.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVENZOEYThe moon was already high when the gates creaked open. I stood on the porch with Hannah and Lily, every muscle in my body wound tight. The wind carried the faint scent of pine and smoke, and though the night was quiet, my ears strained for every sound.Then I heard it, steady footsteps, a low rumble of voices, the scrape of boots against gravel. My chest loosened when I finally saw him.Graham emerged from the shadows, broad shoulders haloed by moonlight. Even from a distance I could see the tension in the way he walked. Viktor was at his side, speaking low, his expression unreadable. Behind them, Ronald and two other warriors followed, eyes sharp and alert.The instant Graham’s gaze found mine, his pace quickened.“Goddess,” I breathed, pressing a hand to my stomach as if to calm both myself and the tiny life growing inside me.Hannah squeezed my arm. “He’s safe,” she murmured, though her eyes stayed locked on the group.When Graham reached t