LOGINSelena's POV
"Damian?"
My voice trembles as I say his name. I stretch out my hand toward him, my fingers quivering, half-convinced I’m dreaming. He’s here. Really here. Sitting on the edge of our bed, his face wet, eyes red, gazing at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.
I push myself up and grab his arms. "Is this real? Are you really here?"
He cup my face in his warm, trembling hands. "I’m real. I’m rig
Borgov's POVI can't recall running at all.One moment, I was standing outside the door, and suddenly I was on my knees next to her. The floor felt sticky and warm beneath me. I lifted her head onto my lap, and her skin felt so cold."Grandmother."She lay there naked, her clothes torn and scattered around like fallen leaves. Her arms, chest, and stomach were covered in cuts—deep gashes from a knife. There were so many I couldn’t even begin to count them, and her face was a mess, split open from cheek to forehead.Blood pooled beneath her, spreading further."Grandmother, please. Open your eyes."She was breathing, but it was shallow and wet, a rattling sound coming from her throat."Who did this?" My voice shook. "Who?"Her lips moved, but no words came out—just blood."Please. Please, Grandmother. Tell me."For a brief moment, her eyes met mine, and she seemed lucid. Then s
Borgov's POVFive years had flown by.Now we were sixteen. Both of us could shift into wolves—gangly limbs and an abundance of energy. We trained alongside the other young wolves, learning to fight, to hunt, to stand our ground. Luna Margaret—Aldric's mate—had given us a little house at the edge of the pack territory. It wasn't anything special—two rooms, a real fireplace, and a door that actually locked. But it was ours, which was a big improvement from what we had back in Farrow.So much had changed in those five years. The pack had transformed.Castor—Aldric's younger brother—had fallen for a woman from an enemy pack. Her name was Elena. They were said to be in love, really in love. Aldric didn’t approve. He forbade the marriage. But Castor left anyway, taking Elena with him to create a new pack. They called it Bloodmoon.Half the warriors followed him. People like maids, smiths, farmers&md
Borgov's POVThis valley feels like hell.The clang of metal fills the air, steel crashing against steel. Wolves twist and claw, their dark forms silhouetted against the fiery sky, while rogues swarm over the ridge like ants from a disturbed hill.I swing my sword—the one with the worn leather grip, the blade I've carried for years—and a man goes down. My left hand grips the pistol, still warm from my last shot. Another blade hangs at my waist, waiting for action.Around me, Gracia's warriors stand firm, sturdy men with steady eyes. My own fighters are holding the left flank, but the line is wavering. Bodies are piling up. The mud is soaked in red.I'm forty-one now. I've witnessed battles and buried friends. But I've never seen hell like this.Then I see him.He’s on the outskirts of the chaos, sword raised, frozen mid-step. Even from a hundred yards away, through the smoke and turmoil, I recognize tho
Maya's POVThe arrow comes out of nowhere.One second, I’m racing toward the supply tent, a message from Damian searing in my pocket. The next, I feel this intense pain shoot through my shoulder. It's like pure fire. I drop to the ground.I hit the mud face-first and taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.Get up. I try to push myself off the ground, but my arm is just... not responding. Get up, get up, get up—Then hands are lifting me.Caden.“Maya. Stay with me.” His voice is tight, almost frantic. I’ve never heard him like this before.“I'm fine.” My words spill out all jumbled. “Just a scratch.”“You’re not fine.” He’s already moving, carrying me, racing toward the healers' tent. Everything around me bounces. I catch glimpses of the sky, the trees, and his worried face.“I can walk.”“You
Caden's POVI’ve got my phone in hand. Maya's sitting next to me, her shoulder nearly brushing against mine. We haven’t said a word in an hour, just stuck in this heavy silence, neither of us sure what to say.Suddenly, my phone buzzes.I glance at the screen. It’s a council-wide message. Red letters. The official seal.Elena Ahearn has been executed by order of the Council. Sentence carried out at Eventide. No further appeals.I can’t take my eyes off the words.Executed.Elena Ahearn.My mother.The phone feels like it’s weighing me down. The letters start to blur.Around me, there are more buzzing phones. Warriors check their screens. Healers freeze mid-step. Someone murmurs, “Elena’s dead.”I’m rooted to the spot.Maya leans in, reading over my shoulder. Her expression is unreadable.“Caden.”I don&rsquo
Caden's POVThe fog clears up. The valley is stained red.I’m standing on the eastern ridge, sword resting loosely in my hand. Below, the rogues are regrouping for another assault. Our fighters are battered and worn out, but they’re still holding strong. Damian stands at the center, his dark wolf pacing back and forth, waiting.I scan the slope. There are bodies everywhere.And then, I spot him.Lucas.He’s at the forefront of the enemy line, his shirt ripped, sword held high. His face looks thinner than I remember, eyes hollow yet burning with intensity. He’s shouting something to the rogues behind him, pointing up towards our ridge.My chest tightens.I lift my hand. The archers beside me lower their bows.“Captain,” one of them says. “He’s in range.”“No.”“If we take him out—”“I said no.&rdquo
Dawn comes gray and cold.I haven't slept. Just sat in the corner of the hunting lodge's main room, Mom's bracelet wrapped around my fingers, staring at nothing. Around me, Silvermoon pack members sleep on floors and benches, exhausted from the fire, the fight, the fear.Damian hasn't slept either.
Selena's POV~I wake up before the sun rises.Damian is still sleeping next to me, his arm resting across my waist, his breathing calm and steady. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to wake him. We’re heading to the mountains today, and I’m not sure when we’ll have another morning like this—quiet,
Selena's POV~I can’t sleep.The letter's tucked in my jacket, pressed against my heart. No need to read it again—I know every word by heart. You were the best thing I ever did. His blood runs in you. You are not alone.I sit by the window, watching the sky brighten, letting her voice sink in deep.
Selena's POV~Here I am, standing in a field.The grass is tall, glowing gold in the sunset, swaying like waves. I’ve never set foot in this place before, but it feels so familiar, like somewhere I’ve been longing to discover.In the middle of the field, a woman stands with her back to me. Her hair







