LOGINDid you guess it right?
You did. Of course, he didn’t tell me anything. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the forest exploded in motion. Figures emerged from the shadows – wolves wearing strange masks that covered their faces. Had they been trailing us this entire time, waiting for the right moment? Craig pushed me behind him, and the members who look relaxed few minutes ago were all at alert. Even Ava who looked so sweet and innocent now wore a strange look that made her totally opposite of the way she was. The mask men were mostly in front, leaving the back open, but they were armed with weapons, each one held with deadly familiarity. They looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. I, on the other hand, had no idea how to fight, let alone use a weapon. My wolf wasn’t out yet. All my live I had been treated like a delicate princess, and even when I had begged my parents to let me learn few defense skills, they had claimed I wouldn’t need it as they would be there to protect – or my future mate would be. Here, in this forest filled with danger, that protection felt like a distant dream. I couldn’t even defend myself. The other women, though, seemed to know exactly what they were doing, and I clenched my fists, desperate not to feel useless. One of the mask men stepped forward, “You know - we don’t have to make this bloody if you just hand him over to us. We will leave you just alone. As you can see, you are outnumbered and can’t win over us.” Greg chuckled, a dark sound that sent a chill up my spine. There was nothing funny about the situation we were in, but his confidence was unnerving, but he stepped forward without a hint of hesitation. “How about you leave before we cut you down?” The leader exchanged looks with his men before they burst into mocking laughter. In an instant, their expressions hardened, and they wielded their weapon, ready to strike. I didn’t expect it but Craig made sure I was always behind him as he used his claw as his only weapon. I couldn’t see much of him as I was behind, but I saw the victims who fell down. I looked around to see Ava jumping as she held a small knife and attacked a man that looked twice her size. From the look of it, she didn’t seem bothered by the size as if she had fought numerous people of same size. She effortlessly moved around the guy slicing him bit by bit. The big guy was barely able to make a mark on her - she was so flexible. I wished I wasn’t at the point of death and could easily appreciate her skills, but I was also on the lookout for any intruder that wanted to pull me out of Craig’s back. I might not be a great fighter, but I won’t go down without a fight. Chaos erupted around us – screams, growls, bodies hitting the ground. The sound of struggle filled the air, and I couldn’t help but think these fallen men would likely become food for any predator that happened upon this scene. Though the fight stretched on, the leader of the masked men eventually called for retreat. Despite outnumbering us, their skills clearly fall short. “We’ll be back,” he spat, signaling his men to fall back. Greg charged after them, but Craig called him back. “Let them go.” Greg frowned, obviously displeased with that command, “But we can just finish them off at once now.” Craig glanced around at the injured members of his pack, “I know, but if we don’t tend to them, we could lose more.” Grey looked displeased at the thoughts of letting them go, but he had to obey his alpha. He turned back and stalked into the clearing. I watched him move away from others. My eyes slowly moved away from him towards other members of the pack, a few of them had sustained injury and those who hadn’t were trying to do whatever they could to help them. Now that the danger was gone, Craig was no longer protecting me. He crouched towards the level of one of his injured pack mate. After staring at the injury, he tore part of his cloth to dress it up. I stared at him in surprise. He hadn’t thought of it before rendering his help to his member. I swallowed. I also wanted to be of help. They had protected me when fighting. I also wanted to do something in return, but there was nothing I could do. Slowly, my eyes returned to Craig, especially his hand. Maybe. Just maybe, there was something I could do. Slowly, I moved beside him, crouching down next to the injured wolf who was biting his lip to hold back the pain. “I need to talk to you,” I said softly. For a moment, his hand paused on the injured wolf. “How about you see me later? I’m busy here trying to save a life.” I shook my head, “I know and that’s what I need to talk about.” He sighed, “And this thing can’t wait.” He sounded like a man used to dealing with petty issues like this. I looked around to see the others in pains, “It can’t.” “Fine.” He pulled himself to his full height while I mirrored his action. He patted the wolf shoulder in assurance and some we were standing in a distance away from them. “I want to help heal the injured.” I said, my voice steady. Even though, my heart beat wasn’t. He frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, then realization dawn “Are you serious?” I nodded, “You protected m from those men. I want to do something I can in return and since I have the healing power… I think I can help.” He looked at me, as if trying to decide whether to argue, “You don’t have to do this.” “But I want to.”I insisted. He pinched the bridge of his nose, finally nodding. “Fine. If you’re sure start now – before someone bleeds out.” A thrill of determination surged through me as I crouched back down, extending my hands to the injured pack member Craig had been helping. I didn’t know exactly how my power worked, but I let my hand drift over his wound, hoping for something, anything. A warmth pulsed through my gingers, like energy seeping out of me and into him, and I watched I awe as his wounds slowly knitted back together until there was no sign of injury. I stared at his head, still finding it hard to believe I had such a rare power, but before I could bask in my victory, Craig had already pulled me over to the next injures member. Just like that, I handled every injured member while the rest stared at me in awe – everyone, that is, expect for the cold-eyed woman who shot me a frosty glare. I sent her a warm smile in return, only to be met with another icy stare. “That was amazing.” Ava nudged me on my shoulder with a smile on her face. Gone was the fierce look she had when fighting, and now she was back looking sweet and innocent. I shook my head, smiling back at her, “You were the amazing one. Who taught you to fight like that?” She stared at me like I had asked a strange question. “Craig. He said I needed it to protect myself and he’s right. The world is an unfair place to live in.” I knew that feeling, but my thoughts had moved towards something else, “It look like you guys were prepared for that attack. Do you have any idea who those people are?” She shrugged, “I have no idea, but they were probably sent to kill Craig by our uncle.”Freda’s P.O.VI stared longingly at the place that had kept me sheltered for a while. It was strange, how a place that wasn’t truly home could still feel safe. Maybe because for the first time in a long while, I hadn’t needed to look over my shoulder. At least here, I knew no one would betray me.Aela stood at the door, waving until her frail arm trembled. Behind her, the mist from the early morning dew still lingered above the rooftops, wrapping the packhouse in a soft glow. My throat tightened. Part of me wanted to turn back and hug her one last time, but I knew if I did, I might not leave again.At the end, I had to remove some of the things from my bag to make it lighter. Having something was better than having nothing at all. My gaze swept around the courtyard in search of Emmy, but she was nowhere to be found. I sighed softly. Maybe saying goodbye was hard for her too.Orion didn’t look back either. His steps were steady, eyes fixed on the winding road ahead as though the past ha
Freda’s P.O.V.The corridor leading to Craig’s room was strangely quiet, too quiet for a pack house filled with warriors. The morning sun spilled through the open windows, painting golden lines across the floor. My fingers brushed along the cold wall as I walked, trying to steady my breath.All I wanted was to talk to him about Orion’s decision—but why did my heart pound like I was about to confess something else entirely?I stopped at his door. My hand hovered in midair before I finally knocked.“Come in,” his deep voice came, calm but distant.The sight that met my eyes was… unexpected.Craig’s room wasn’t as intimidating as I had imagined. The walls were made of dark polished wood, decorated with silver carvings that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. A large window stood open, letting in the breeze that carried the scent of pine. There was a map spread across the table, a dagger laid over it, and beside it—a cup of steaming tea left untouched.He wasn’t seated like I thought he’d
Freda’s P.O.VGranny had packed too much for me. That was what I decided to call the old woman. Her real name was Aela, but I couldn’t bring myself to call her that, no matter how many times she insisted. “You make me sound older than I am,” she’d laugh softly, her frail hands trembling as she folded my clothes. But to me, she would always be Granny—the warmth I never had growing up.Now, as I tried to fit everything she’d given me into my bag, I realized just how much she’d packed. Two pairs of thick boots, dried herbs for the road, a silver comb, and more bread than I could eat in a week. I smiled faintly. She must have been worried I’d starve before finding my way home.My hand brushed over the light blue dress I had worn earlier that morning. It was beautiful—too beautiful. The fabric shimmered faintly, still carrying the faint scent of wild lavender from Emmy’s wash. I sighed. If we were returning to the forest, to a life of constant running, this wasn’t the kind of dress that wo
Freda’s P.O.VMy body felt light—almost weightless. The first full night of peace had wrapped itself around me like a tender blanket. For the first time in so long, I slept without hearing the howls of predators or feeling the tremor of fear in my bones. When I finally opened my eyes to the soft morning light filtering through the small, dust-coated window, I realized how long it had been since I’d felt this rested—free, even.A gentle knock echoed at the door. I sat up immediately, brushing sleep from my eyes.“Good morning, Princess.”Emmy’s soft voice came from the half-open door as she peeked in.Two small dots of warmth rose to my cheeks. “Princess.” The word still felt strange—like a cloak too heavy for me to wear.She stepped inside fully, holding folded clothes in her hands. “Breakfast is served. Everyone is waiting for you at the dining table. I also brought a change of clothes.”I smiled, touched by her thoughtfulness. Back at my adoptive parents’ home, I’d been treated with
Adrian’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







