ログインElisha’s POV I watched Luca as he slept. The way his chest heaved up and down as he slept so soundly. Like he had no care in the world. So fucking clueless. I could easily rip his throat out right now. No one would know.Except Karl. I hadn't expected to run into him. But he had been there. Alert. Waiting.Killing Luca here in the pack house wasn't the best decision. I'd be caught before I even made it to the gates.I gritted my teeth as the flashbacks hit me. The image of him—of Luca—kissing my girl. Kissing Jenine. He shouldn't have done that. The way he had held her waist. The same way I had held her. How dare he?My hands trembled, my claws pushing out through the tips of my fingers. “Do it. Now!” the voice screamed inside my head. “Kill him!”My feet moved slowly towards the bed, like they had minds of their own. My fingers curled.Just then, he stirred.I paused.A groan and a turn and he went right back to sleep.This wasn't the best time and place to do this. So many things
Karl's POV It's been a month since Martha's treachery had been found out. Thanks to Clarissa, the Alpha still lived. Martha? She didn't survive the Alpha's rage. Leaving her alive would have been a dirty blow to the face. It would undermine the Alpha's authority. The Alpha had given her a quick death to pass a message to the pack. No one jeopardized the peace of the pack and went scot-free. This was the Ferguson I remembered. But I knew this—if it were any other wolf that had been in Martha's shoes, Ferguson would have seen to it that he was defanged and declawed before he was thrown out to the wild, away from the territories. It was definitely a death sentence. A brutal one. A wolf without his claws and fangs was defenseless. A prey to rogue wolves. Despite Martha's betrayal, Ferguson has still considered her service over the years.“The warriors are waiting for your call, beta,” Gregor said.“Let's go then.”Orchid had done enough. We needed to snuff her out. Her evil schemes h
Ferguson's POV I felt reborn. Whatever Clarissa has mixed and poured down my throat had worked wonders. I could finally use my leg now. I called for a gathering of all the wolves of the Nightmoon pack at the pack house. It was long overdue.“No wolf is exempted. The consequences for failure to attend will be grave,” I announced through the mind link.From my room, I could hear the shuffling of feet, voices rising high above each other.My door creaked open.“They're waiting for you, Alpha.”It was Karl. Luca's head peeked in from behind him through the door.My blood pulsed as I approached the door to the hall. This hall has been seldomly used recently. Physical meetings with the pack had been low with the advancement of technology. Any information that couldn't be passed through the mindlink was communicated through emails. Luca had pushed for it.“We're not savages,” he had said. Karl had agreed with him.The voices hushed down as I walked into the hall, closely followed by my be
Karl's POV I've always hated Clarissa's guts. The way she talked like she owned the place. The way she retorted to the Alpha. Everything got to my nerves making me want to slit her throat and get it over with. But for some reason, the Alpha tolerated her. If he did, I had no choice but to stay put.“You couldn't kill me even if you wanted to, you rut,” she had sneered at me once when I'd told her to watch the way she spoke to Ferguson.And she'd been right. All the more reason for my dislike of her.Luca was already with the Alpha when we got there. Martha was there too. She excused herself to get more towels.I saw Clarissa eye her. The two had a long history of feud between them. The type that was common amongst healers.Clarissa held up his hand.“That's odd,” she muttered. Loud enough for us to hear.Her fingers delicately pressed against his neck. I saw her pick out a pen knife from her bag.I held her hand instinctively when she dangled it close to Ferguson.“Do you want your A
Luca's POV “How's he?” Martha flinched. She hadn't heard me come. “He's… healing.”She removed the wet towel from his face. It smelled of dampness and fever. “Rose?”Her orderly, Rose, who had been standing by the corner, offered her a new one.She delicately placed the clean, wet towel on my father's forehead. Rose packed up the first aid box and slithered out of the room. Martha's frame swayed after her towards the door. Her hand lingered on the doorstead.“He needs rest. He'll be up in a bit but he should stay in bed.”That was going to be difficult. My father would try to get up on his feet the moment he came to. His pride wouldn't let him lounge idly on the bed. Good thing I was here. None of it was going to happen on my watch. I lowered myself into a seat at the corner of his bed. My eyes twitched, a subtle reminder of the rest I hadn't had for days.“Luca,” his voice, low and laboured, jolted me. I'd lost count of time sitting there and drifted into sleep. It must have be
Laura's POV My face creased in thought. I had to clear the air, tell Jenine everything. She was walking into a scathing fire without knowing it. A fire that would consume her whole and entire. I didn't want her making the same mistakes I did. Yes, I didn't like Elisha but I couldn't just stay and do nothing while she played both sides without knowing it. It was better to tell her now before it was too late.“Do you have a minute?” I pushed through her door. She was curled up in bed scribbling into her diary. Her eyes flicked up from the red book to me.“Yeah. Sure.”She scooted over leaving a spot for me to sit. The smile still played on her lips. The smile she had had when she'd returned.“What is it, Laura?”“I… you…” I exhaled deeply.Her eyes squinted as she stared at me.“You know how you asked me how I knew Luca? I… want to tell you everything.”She closed her diary, leaning forward.“I met him in a healing school. We'd stare at each other from across the room but he never did







