Clarissa’s POV
The hallway was buzzing with the usual chatter, the faint scent of perfume mixed with the lingering smell of lunch from the cafeteria. It should have felt like any other day, but everything about today was different. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked through the crowded corridor, every step heavier than the last. It was supposed to be a day like any other-until I saw him. Derek Piper, the son of the alpha of Crescent Moon pack, stood near the lockers, surrounded by his friends, their laughter echoing through the hallway. His presence was enough to silence the noise of the school, and all I could focus on was him. I should have known better than to believe in the impossible. I should have known better than to think that he, of all people, could actually feel something for me. But he had been kind before. A rare, fleeting kindness that made my heart flutter in a way I thought I’d never feel again. For a moment, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, Derek was different. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t invisible to him. My wolf stirred in me, but it was weak, silent-just as it had been for years. The bond we should have shared had been fractured the day I turned eighteen, the day the wolf inside me never woke up. I had been marked as weak, nothing more than an omega in a pack that only valued strength. A burden to be carried, an afterthought. But today-today felt like it was going to be different. I had dressed carefully, hoping my appearance might catch his attention. A fleeting glance. A smile, even. I was fooling myself. The moment Derek looked up and met my eyes, he hesitated. He turned to his friends, laughing off whatever thought had crossed his mind, and that was when I felt it. The rejection. The words he spoke next weren’t loud, but they pierced me like a knife through the heart. “I’m not interested, Clarissa. I don’t know what you were expecting, but I’m not your mate.” His words hung in the air, suffocating me. I stood frozen, every ounce of my being wishing I could disappear into the floor, into the walls, anything to escape the weight of his words. The laughter from his friends wasn’t just background noise-it was a reminder of how small I was, how insignificant I had always been in this pack. The wolf inside me-the one I never truly had-remained silent, just as it had for years. It didn’t respond to Derek’s rejection. It didn’t give me the comfort I needed. It didn’t do anything. I wanted to run, to scream, but instead, I just stood there, my breath shallow, my body trembling as the eyes of everyone in the hallway burned into me. My peers, those who were supposed to be my packmates, watched as I was humiliated. Some smirked, others looked away, pretending not to notice, but the damage had been done. The whispers began, too quiet for anyone to catch, but loud enough for me to hear. I wasn’t just rejected. I was abandoned, thrown away like something worthless. The sense of isolation was unbearable. Derek walked past me, not even sparing me another glance. His friends followed, and with each step, they left me standing there in a haze of shame. A single tear slid down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away, not wanting anyone to see my weakness. I forced myself to turn and walk in the opposite direction, though every step felt like a weight pulling me down. I didn’t belong here. I never had. As I made my way to the bathroom, the door creaked open, and I was greeted by the sight of the mirror. I stood in front of it, staring at the girl who stared back at me-the girl who had always been different. My hair, dark and unkempt, hung limp around my shoulders. My skin was pale, almost as though it, too, was ashamed of what had just happened. I couldn’t see what others saw. I couldn’t see the way my appearance might have been the reason for the rejection, but I could feel the weight of it. I wasn’t just blind in the physical sense; I had always been blind to my own worth. With trembling fingers, I wiped away the tear that had fallen, my reflection blurring in the process. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep pretending that this life, this pack, was my home. I didn’t know how much longer I could pretend that I belonged here. But I had no choice. I was stuck. The rejection wasn’t just Derek’s words. It was the pack’s treatment of me, the cold stares, the laughter behind my back. It was the fact that my wolf had never come to me, had never given me the strength I needed to survive this life. With a shaky breath, I turned away from the mirror. There was nothing left for me here. No hope. No future. Just the crushing reality of my place in this world. The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class, but I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to face anyone. But there was no choice. I had to go back. I had to endure the stares. I had to survive. Somehow. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had just changed, that the path I had been walking down had been irrevocably altered.Drey's POV Trouble!I could smell the tension in the air long before I saw anything. It was sharp, metallic, and heavy. It was a scent I knew all too well.War was approaching, and it was doing so at a very fast rate.The knock on my door was so frantic such that one couldn't ignore it.I opened it to find Owen, one of the younger scouts, breathless and wide-eyed. "They're coming. The Crescent Moon pack. They're moving fast and they'll be here before dawn."My chest tightened. We'd known this would happen, but not this soon. Not like this."How many?" I asked.He shook his head, eyes glassy. "Too many, they should be att least fifty warriors. Maybe more. They're armed."I nodded once, silently. My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn’t let the fear show. Not now."Sound the alarm. Wake the guards. Get the warriors to the yard in five minutes."Owen ran off, and I turned to throw on my gear. My thoughts were racing, but one name rose above the noise: Clarissa.Was she even alive?
Tessy's POV The moment I stepped out of my room, I could feel the tension in the air. Everywhere seemed to be cold. Though the weather was cold but there was more than meets the eye. There was a weight, a kind of heaviness that had settled over the entire pack like a thick fog. People barely looked at each other anymore, and when they did, it was with suspicion or careful silence.Ever since Thompson took over, nothing had been the same.I pulled my coat tighter around me and headed to the kitchen to help Kayla with the morning prep. We always made extra tea now, not because the weather demanded it, but because nerves did. Warm mugs gave people something to hold, something to stop their hands from shaking.Kayla handed me a stack of mugs without a word, but her eyes said everything. She was worried just as we all were."Did you hear?" she finally said as we set the mugs on the table. "The patrol team from the eastern ridge didn't come back last night."I froze. "What?""Gone. No s
Drey's POV RiverSide pack has been strangely quiet. It wasn’t the peaceful kind that characterized our pack runs or linger after council meetings. No, this one was heavier. It was tense and it was as though the entire pack was holding its breath, waiting for something to either explode or fall apart completely.Two weeks had passed since Elder Thompson defeated me in combat and claimed the Alpha title.And everything had changed since then.I sat outside the old pack training yard, watching warriors run through drills they didn’t care about. Their movements were slow and somehow robotic. It was apparent that there was no longer passion in them. The disunity amidst pack members was glaring. These were the same wolves who had once trained beside me, who had once looked to me not just as their leader, but as their brother. Now, they could barely look at me. I wasn’t Alpha anymore.I was a shadow.Still, I remained in the pack house because I had to. Clarissa was still missing but d
Drey's POV It had rained earlier that day, and the scent of wet earth mixed with the sharp tang of anticipation. The night air was cold. Not the usual kind of cold that brushed against the skin and passed, but the kind that seemed to seep deep into the bones. Two nights had passed since Thompson issued the challenge.I hadn't slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Clarissa's face. It was not her usual calm expression, but one filled with fear, confusion, and a silent plea I couldn't ignore. She was still missing, and the only way to get her back was to fight.Fight Thompson.The council had tried to reason with him, and even offered alternative paths, but Thompson stood his ground. He wanted the fight. Not just for control, not just for Clarissa, but to humiliate me and to strip me of everything I stood for.Tonight was the night.I stood at the edge of the training field, now converted into a ceremonial ground. Torches lined the border, casting flickering golden light agai
Clarissa's POVThe days had begun to blur into each other, like ink bleeding through the pages of a diary too soaked in tears. I sat curled on the cold floor of the room that had been my prison for what felt like forever. It was silent most of the time, except for the distant murmurs of Thompson's guards changing shifts or the occasional clang of metal which served as reminders that I was not free.I couldn’t see the sun rise or fall, but I could feel the time passing in the aches of my muscles and the dull throb behind my eyes. My wolf was quiet again, but not gone. She was watching, listening, and breathing through me. She was waiting.I didn’t ask anymore why this had happened. I had come to accept that evil wore many faces, and not all of them snarled. Some smiled.It had been days since anyone kind spoke to me. Lyra, one of the maids who had secretly grown fond of me, hadn’t come around. The others were too afraid. But today, something was different. There was a shift in the air,
Drey's POV The moment Elder Thompson's voice rang out, issuing his challenge before the council, the entire hall plunged into a silence so thick it was almost suffocating. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, steady and heavy like war drums. I looked at him; the man who had hidden behind respectability and wisdom for years,and saw something raw and ancient in his eyes. What I saw was not just ambition but defiance and hatred.Hatred for me, hatred for everything my father was, and hatred for everything I stood for now. Clarissa.His voice echoed again in my mind, that challenge seared into my thoughts like a brand: "You want the girl? Then fight me for her. Just like your father fought for his place."There were gasps in the chamber. Whispers flared into murmurs, rising like sparks in dry grass. The elders exchanged long glances. Some seemed stunned, others alarmed. But none of them spoke up immediately.And I... I just stood there; rooted, burning, and raging.But I was not surprised