LOGINThe Net Tightens Eris pov “What do I do now?” I repeated. The words left my mouth hollow, stripped of the rage that had fueled me hours earlier. They hung between Rose and me, heavy and exposed. I was clearly helpless. I didn't even know where to start from or who to run to anymore. Rose didn’t answer immediately. She watched me the way one watches a wounded beast…careful, calculating, and afraid of what might happen if she didn't think we'll or act too fast. Finally, she exhaled slowly and said, “You disappear.” I scoffed weakly. “I’ve been disappearing for months.” “Not like this,” she said firmly. “Now, you lie low. No meetings, and nobody will hear from you, no plans. You wait until the heat burns itself out. Until all these noises die down.” “And if it doesn’t?” I asked. “Then at least you’ll still be alive, to fight, and you must have regained enough strength too,” she replied. “He who fights and runs lives to fight another day. This is strategy and you should know it.”
Blood on My Hands Eris pov The moment the execution ended, something inside me broke. I was a total mess. I didn’t stay long enough to hear the crowd disperse or the gossip. I moved before anyone could notice the way my hands were shaking, before my face betrayed me. My hood was pulled low, my scent crushed down so hard it burned my chest. I walked. Then I ran. By the time I reached Rose’s house, my lungs were on fire. I slammed the door shut behind me and twisted the lock so hard the wood groaned. The silence inside the small room was unbearable. It pressed on my ears, louder than the bell that had summoned the pack to watch a man die for my own cause. I ripped the cloak from my shoulders and threw it across the room. “Damn it!” I roared. The table nearest to me took the first blow. I flipped it with one hand, watching it crash into the wall, cups shattering, water splashing across the floor like spilled blood. I didn’t stop. A chair followed. Then another. “Thomas!” I shout
War Written in Silence Eris’s POV “Alpha Eris,” she said urgently, not even greeting me, “there might be a traitor closer than we thought… someone already inside your inner circle.” Her words kept repeating in my head. “What…what did you say?” she repeated it…had to even raise her voice a bit to make sure I heard it clear and loud. Rose’s voice cut through the room, loud and breathless. I lifted my head slowly, studying her face… the fear in her eyes, how her voice was shaking. It was actually true. She wasn’t guessing. She knew exactly what she was saying. I said nothing at first. I tried to process everything she had just said. That night became the first of many where sleep abandoned me completely. Who is planning to hurt me? I searched through the faces I was with the last time and none seemed to be capable of doing that. Who? Nothing makes sense or was Rose making it up? The next morning. I woke up Rose. She stirred and looked at me half sleeping and half awake. “Alpha, g
The Knife Without a Name Eris’s POV “Who’s there?” The voice sounded again but it was harsh and loud this time. Every breath stopped. We all glanced at each other with wide eyes and fear. Every man in the room froze exactly where I was with their hands mid-air, their mouths half-open, and their eyes wide in the faint lantern light. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Even the fire crackling in the corner sounded too loud. My instincts took over before thought could catch up. I couldn't imagine what would happen if they saw me. “Hide,” I breathed. I was already moving, slipping behind the stack of grain sacks near the back wall. One of the men quickly pulled a loose cloth over the table, scattering cups and bottles as if in careless drunkenness. Another kicked a stool over on purpose, letting out a lazy laugh. “Relax,” Jarek said loudly, forcing a slur into his voice. “You’ll scare the spirits away.” The door finally creaked open. Two of Alpha Thomas’s guards stepped inside, with
Seeds Beneath the Ashes Eris’s POV I started by watching.I needed to understand what I'm fighting and who I am about to fight. Power is never rebuilt by rushing. It grows quietly, like roots beneath burnt land. From Rose’s small window, from hidden corners of Silverblood. I watched what Malcolm had done to my pack after my “death.” watching how the pack that once bowed to me respected and honoured him. He held my chest. It hurts so bad to see everything you’ve ever worked for, enjoyed by someone who didn't even know how it started. “Malcolm! I am coming for you. And you’ll watch how I rip everything you love from you before killing you.” The rules I ruled by discipline, hierarchy, and fear balanced with honor were diluted into softness. Children now play in front of Alpha’s house like it were a playground. Punishments were reduced. Warriors were no longer tested to the point of breaking. Titles were handed out like favors instead of earned through blood and loyalty. “He wanted
The Woman Who Never Spoke Eris’s POV It was late at night, the perfect opportunity to enter into my pack without being noticed. I came out of my hiding place, looked around, and took a deep breath. “It's time,” I murmured. I began to walk through carefully avoiding lights and parole guards. This is my pack and I know everywhere. As I walked towards Rose’s house, she was the only person who could surely accommodate me. She had a crush on me for the longest but I didn't acknowledge her because she wasn't my type. But one thing I admired about her was that she wasn't as obsessed as Eleanor. I intend to use her weakness against her. Nothing has changed at all. Everything in this pack still screams my name. This was my pack and my land. And yet, I walked it like a criminal, hood pulled low, and my aura locked so deep inside my chest it felt like suffocation. I stayed far from the center. It would be dangerous and careless of me to get noticed. As I continued to walk, it felt endles







