MasukAdrian’s P.O.VThe Blood Moon warriors stood in a perfect line before me—broad-shouldered, brutal-looking men, each one carved by battle. Their armor glistened faintly in the dim torchlight, smeared with traces of dried blood and dust. Their eyes were sharp, feral even, reflecting the kind of ruthlessness that came from years of conquest. No wonder it was easy for them to abduct weak Omegas; even a Beta would stand no chance against that kind of power.The air smelled of iron and sweat, thick and choking. Around us, the walls of the Blood Moon camp stretched with dark tents and wooden fences patched from fallen trees. The place felt restless, dangerous—like every shadow could bare fangs at any moment.I hadn’t eaten since we arrived. Every second spent here was another moment of losing Freda. I could almost feel her slipping away from me—her scent, her soft gaze, the way she looked at me before Craig came into the picture.I clenched my fists. I only needed to separate her from him. O
Freda’s P.O.VIf we can find the royal family—if the bloodline is truly restored.Those words replayed in my head like a broken cassette, over and over.“Do you mean there are royals even more royal than me?” I asked quietly.Orion nodded, his expression thoughtful. “You’ll need to settle down to hear the full story. Emmy, please help the princess’s friends get comfortable.”A young woman with pale scars along her neck stepped forward. Her movements were careful, almost graceful, despite the faint tremor in her hands. She led Ava and the rest of Craig’s pack into the adjoining rooms, speaking in a gentle voice that made me trust her instantly.Craig, however, refused to move from my side. He sat close—silent, watchful, his arm brushing mine just enough to remind me I wasn’t alone. I could feel his unease pulsing quietly through our proximity.When Emmy disappeared down the hall, I looked back at Orion. “Can you tell me more now?”He chuckled softly, the sound dry and cracked. Then cam
Freda’s P.O.VEvery word that came out of Orion’s mouth sank deep into my mind like drops of water carving into stone. It was only a fragment of what I wanted to know, but I could feel it — he knew more than he was telling us. His calm, almost reverent tone made it difficult to dismiss him as a liar. And that mark on his hand... the faint silver shimmer pulsing beneath his skin — it was proof. No human could fake that.Craig’s gaze flickered between Orion and me. His jaw tightened, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the conflict within him. He didn’t know whether to believe Orion or throw him out. But I did. I wanted to believe. Because every word he said hinted at answers — about the mark, about my missing wolf, about who I really was.“What do you mean by the Blood Moon pack will come for her?” Craig’s voice came out lower than usual, almost shaky. It wasn’t the confident tone of the Alpha I knew; there was a shadow behind it — fear.I turned slightly toward him, studying t
Craig’s P.O.VFor a long moment, I didn’t move. The man’s words echoed through my head like a curse I couldn’t shake.The royal bloodline will return to us.Freda stood beside me, her body tense. I could hear the uneven rhythm of her breathing, the uncertainty threading through her scent.My claws were still out, my wolf still restless. “Who are you?” I demanded.The man’s eyes gleamed beneath the dim light. “My name is Orion. I once served the Silver Blood royal family before their fall.”My wolf growled low in my chest. “That’s impossible. The Silver Bloods were wiped out two decades ago.”Orion gave a faint, almost sorrowful smile. “That’s what the world was meant to believe. The royal line had to vanish so it could survive. After the plague spread, the royal escaped before it became serious.”He turned his gaze back to Freda, as if he couldn’t stop himself from looking at her. “You carry the mark. The very light that once sealed our kingdom’s heart. I knew the moment I saw you. Ev
Freda’s P.O.VMy legs ached.Finally, there was a soft bed to lie on. It was unlike the hard, thorny ground I’d been sleeping on for days. The softness reminded me of home, and tears pricked my eyes before I could stop them. I sniffed them back. That was the past — something I shouldn’t dwell on.A soft whisper brushed past my ear, and the hairs on my arms stood. I turned sharply. A figure stood opposite the door, fully cloaked in silver.“Who’s this?” I asked, my voice sharp.The figure removed his cloak, and a blinding silver light flooded the room. I shielded my eyes and stepped back, my hands curling into a defensive stance. I was ready to use the little Craig had taught me to protect myself.Then, just as suddenly, the light dimmed — and the man bowed before me.I frowned. Was he pretending? Some trick to lower my guard?“Who are you?” My gaze darted toward the door — my only escape — but he stood directly in front of it.He raised his head slowly. “It’s good to see you, Princess
Adrian’s P.O.VThe Blood Moon Pack was nothing like my father had described it. The last time he had visited was two decades ago, when he was still a young and reckless Alpha. According to him, that visit was what elevated the Sun Blood Pack’s status in Orlis. He made a decision that changed everything for our lineage.Sometimes, I wonder how I’m supposed to live up to his legacy — a man everyone fears, a man whose name alone can silence a room. But now, the opportunity had presented itself, and I wasn’t going to let it slip by.Some warriors had been sent to escort us to the Alpha’s palace. I hadn’t expected much from a pack that had always been rumored to be barbaric, but everything I saw challenged those rumors.I expected crude, ancient houses with moss-stained walls and broken fences, yet everywhere looked modern and orderly. There were neatly paved paths, tall iron gates, and houses that reflected wealth and discipline.When I asked Jason to arrange a meeting with Alpha Clayton,







