Se connecterDamian's POV
Three days have passed.
She’s been unconscious for three long days.
Meanwhile, the war rages on without me. Caden’s taking charge of the eastern flank, Maya’s handling the reserves, and Basil’s out there holding the line with the warriors from Ironhold. I should be with them, standing by their side, fighting.
But I can’t leave her.
The tent feels cramped, but it’s private—Greta insisted on
Selena's POVI drift off in his embrace.The room is dim, the lamp casting a low glow. Damian's hand rests on my bare breasts, his breathing steady. The house feels peaceful.But somewhere in that hazy space between dreams and wakefulness, I sense a shift.I'm in a field.Not the dull, gray one with lifeless grass. This place is vibrant, green, swaying in a breeze I can’t feel. The sky is a clear blue, the sun warms my skin.Yet, something's off.The birds are silent. No buzzing insects. It’s like the world is holding its breath.I turn around.He’s there.Aldric.He’s not a wolf this time. Instead, he’s a man. Older, with white hair and silver eyes, a scar running across his cheek. He’s donned in weathered leather and steel armor, clearly worn from battles.“Grandfather.”He gazes at me, his eyes wearied and heavy.“Yo
Damian's POVThe scout shows up at noon.I’m in the war room, going over maps and making plans. Viktor is out there, healing and regrouping. I can feel it deep down.“Alpha.” The scout is panting, his face white as a sheet. “Viktor's forces are gathering in the eastern valley. He’ll be ready to strike in a week. Maybe sooner.”I grip the table’s edge. “How many?”“Eight hundred. Maybe more. He’s been recruiting and promising revenge.”I shut my eyes, the word revenge echoing in my mind. For Elena. For everything we’ve taken from him.“Thanks. Rest up. We’ll need you.”He leaves.I stand there, just staring at the map. The eastern valley. The same place where we’ve fought before. Viktor isn’t trying to play clever; he’s trying to break us.---Selena finds me an hour later.S
Selena's POVI wake up to the warmth surrounding me.The room is dimly lit, with the curtains drawn and the lamp on the nightstand casting a soft glow. Damian’s lap is under my head, his back against the headboard and his chin resting on his chest. He’s sleeping peacefully.I can’t help but watch him. The way his lips part slightly, how his chest rises and falls gently, and the way his hand lies on my stomach. The babies are quiet—maybe they’re sleeping, too.The war feels momentarily paused. Viktor has retreated, his forces broken and scattered. But I know he’s still out there somewhere, healing, plotting.We have time. Not a lot, but enough.I place my palm on Damian's chest, feeling his heart beat slow and steady.“Damian.”He doesn’t stir.I trace the contours of his face, feeling the lines of his jaw, his lips, and the scar above his eyebrow.
Caden's POVThe holding cells are in the basement of the council building. It's cold and damp down here, with the walls almost sweating. The lights flicker, casting long shadows.I haven't been back since the trial—not since I saw them drag my mother away or walked out of the courtroom without looking back.But here I am now. For Lucas.The guard nods and unlocks the door. "He’s been asking for you.""Really?""Every single day."I step inside.The cell is tiny, with just a cot, a sink, and a bucket. Lucas is sitting on the edge of the cot, hands in his lap, head hanging low. He looks thinner than I remember, with longer, matted hair. His clothes just hang on him.He doesn’t look up."Lucas."Slowly, he lifts his head. His eyes are hollow, dark circles underneath giving him a worn-out appearance. He looks older than me. Older than he should."Caden," he rasps. "You cam
Selena's POVThe convoy makes its way through the forest, headlights piercing the darkness. Warriors sit in silence, worn out and battered but, thankfully, alive. The battle is finished. Viktor has pulled back. For now, we’ve won.I’m in the back of an SUV with Damian beside me, his hand resting on my knee. My body hurts everywhere. The babies feel heavy and restless. But I’m still here. He’s still here.Rina sits in the seat in front, pressed against the window, watching the trees whip by outside. She’s been quiet for the past hour, and that’s rarely a good sign.“Maya is acting strange,” she says.I turn to her. “Strange how?”“She’s not talking. Just sitting in the corner of the back seat, staring blankly. And her face keeps getting red.”I glance at the rearview mirror. Maya is squished between Greta and Caden, arms crossed, jaw set tight.
Maya's POVThe morning is chilly, and mist hangs thickly over the valley. I’m standing on the ridge, arms crossed, watching my breath fog up in front of me. Caden is right next to me, still and quiet. He’s always quiet these days.Below, Viktor's camp is starting to come alive—fires crackling, people moving about. They’ve been regrouping for days now, biding their time.“We can’t hold out much longer,” I say, breaking the silence.Caden doesn’t look at me. “We don’t have to.”“What do you mean?”“Basil sent word. Reinforcements from Silvermoon are on the way. Two hundred, maybe more.”I exhale, feeling a weight lift just a bit. “When?”“Dawn.”And now, dawn is here.As the first light breaks, the horns sound.I hear them before I see them—engines growling in the distance. The
Selena's POV~The message sits on my phone like an annoying splinter.I've read it over and over since last night. *If you want to know about Kael, come to Bloodmoon. Alone.* No name, no explanation—just a promise that I can’t ignore and a condition I can’t accept.Damian is already in motion, maki
The paper doesn't change. I keep staring at it, hoping the letters will somehow shift into something that makes sense.*Samuel Hayes.*My dad. The man who raised me. Who held me when Mom passed away. Who risked everything to help me against Elena. Who stood by my side.Damian's hand covers mine. "S
The council room hasn't changed.Same long wooden table. Same older wolves in dark robes. Same smell of old paper and candle wax and fear. I stood here once, years ago, when my mother died and they officially recognized my father as Beta. He held my hand through the whole thing.Now he's in a cell
The car moves through darkness, headlights cutting a narrow path through trees that have stood here for centuries. Marcus sits up front with Damian, giving directions in a low voice. Maya is beside me in the back, her knife already in her hand, her jaw set. Caden rides in the vehicle behind us with







