Leila POV
I needed to be sure, my heart was racing with a ton of different emotions. I could feel my wolf’s grief towards Liam, her comfort in Henry’s hold and yet the pull towards Elijah. I pulled away from Henry, wanting to touch Elijah but just then, Liam lunged at him and Elijah moved away, only for Liam' claws to swipe me, cutting deeply into my arm. Henry shifted immediately and rushed at him as I crashed to the ground. My mind was confused, I was hurt and in pain. This was supposed to be the best night of my life but it was quickly turning into a nightmare, one that I did not want. I shifted into my huge wolf, a ball of smoke forming as I shifted fully. I watched as everyone gasped in awe, the attention shifting from the brawling brothers to me and I took off into the darkness. I saw Henry and Elijah’s wolf running after me but my wolf was much faster. I was too hurt, too confused and too upset to stop running. I just needed to run, to clear my head. LIAM POV The party was over, or perhaps no one had it in them to dance anymore and everyone returned to their respective homes all still trying to make out what had occurred moments ago. I heard a knock on my door. I went to check who it was, "Who is it??" I opened the door to see a guard standing by my door. I didn't need him to tell me what his message was. I immediately understood who was calling me. "I will be there shortly." I said, the guard nodded and walked away. I threw on my shirt and began walking towards the Alpha’s chambers. I knew that he was calling me regarding Leila's issue but I figured that she should be back already sitting in her room. I reached the chambers, my two brothers were already there. I didn’t give a fuck about them. Henry looked saddened and Elijah was visibly enraged. I still owed him a punch. I bowed down paying my respects to my father, "You sent for me father." I said as I waited for the scolding I normally receive after my usual mishaps. But I didn't hear anything nor was I being yelled at. I looked up to see my father looking at me with disappointment in his eyes, he stood up from his chair and walked around, "Liam, you broke one of the wolves greatest laws today. Not only that, you made Leila run away and there is no trace of her." He said with a very low tone. I was surprised, Leila hadn't returned yet? But how was it any of my fault I didn't tell her to run away nor did I tell her to leave she left of her own accord. I tried to defend myself, "Father, how can I let someone of her class be my mate? I didn't chase her away; she ran off on her own! And she should be punished-" Before I could finish my statement my father was standing in front of me, before I could react I was smacked down. "The only one that deserves punishment here is you! You insolent child, how did I raise you to be such a spoiled brat!! You hurt her, you always used any given opportunity to torment her, did you for once think what the young girl thinks of you!" My father roared as I laid on the floor, my entire body crying from the pain of an Alpha’s hit. I looked up and saw my brothers didn't move a bit. I wasn’t expecting any less. It was obvious they had discussed something before I arrived. "Leila, is the last survivor of the feared Blood Oak pack! She was the daughter of the late Alpha Ure! I brought her here because it was the only way of keeping her safe from the dark wolves!" My father added as he picked me up from the floor. My mind was in utter confusion, how weak Leila was, the daughter of an Alpha, and not just any Alpha, the strongest after my father. "Leila? How is she the daughter of Alpha Ure? Isn't Alpha Ure and all his pack dead? How can she be his daughter?" I asked, looking my father straight into his eyes. "I kept it a secret from you and your brothers in order to keep her and our pack safe from the dark wolves! If they found out that she is here there is nothing stopping them from destroying everything to get her." My father calmed down a bit. "Liam, if you don't have Leila back in this pack in three days! I will have no choice but to remove all your Alpha rights. You will no longer be able to be an Alpha and would have no rights to contest for it in any way." Father ordered. I turned to look at him, there was no sense of a joke on his face, "Father, perhaps that's a bit too far, Liam is a fool but you cannot do that to him,” Elijah spoke up to help me, ever playing the messiah that I hated but a small part of me knew it was genuine. "Father at least let's help him search for her, the three of us together we might have a chance of finding her quickly and she is my mate too. I can’t just stay here. My wolf is restless,” Henry also spoke up. My heart pounded as realisation hit me. They weren’t fighting me for disrespecting her, she was also thier fucking mate. Well they can fucking have her. My father turned back and roared, making the two of them to bow immediately, "The two of you stay out of this, this punishment is meant for him and only he would find Leila! It was him that made her run away and not the both of you!" “I’m not staying!” Henry, the normally shy and more reserved of us, challenged my father for the first time in his life. “You will do as I say!” Father growled, his Alpha aura swirling around him, forcing me and my brothers to bow to him. "Father, you're saying I should find her or I shouldn't return to the pack? What sort of harsh punishment is this? I didn't murder anyone nor did I break any of the pack's sacred order or rules." I tried to reason with my father. I watched as he walked back to his chair and sat down, he looked at me, the next thing I heard was, "I have given my order, as soon as you leave I will tell the warriors to make sure that you don't enter the pack without Leila, now leave." He said as he waved his hands signalling me to leave his presence. I turned and began leaving the throne room as I went to pack supplies that should last me while I look for Leila. I left in order to find her, this was by the harshest punishment I had received in my life. Before I left my room, Elijah was standing by my door. It was quite unusual for him to stand there looking at me like that. "If you're gonna say something brother out with it, I don't have all the time." I said, trying to make him leave. "I really expected more from you but it seems that there isn't any getting through to you. Well no matter how much you try to push her away, you're always the one that she falls for. So bring her back, if not for anything be the one that saves the woman that loves you." Elijah said before leaving. What was he saying? Leila loves me? That's impossible!Elijah povDawn settled over Crimson Moon with a pale promise. The mist curled through the pines like ghostly fingers, and the camp lay hushed before the day’s bustle. I wore no helm or armor, only simple leathers, when I crossed the training yard. Young wolves of the pack gathered there, yawning and stretching, weapons and shields beside them. Today, I would lead their lesson.“Line up,” I called, voice firm but gentle. I watched as a dozen boys and girls took positions, their faces a mixture of eagerness and nerves. Many had never held a sword before the war. Now, they believed themselves warriors and I owed them more than mere drills. I owed them hope.I cleared my throat. “Today, we practice defense, how to stand without fear. A shield is more than metal; it’s trust. You trust it to hold, and it trusts you to stand by it.”Their instructor, a veteran named Sariel, nodded behind me. I had learned from him in the battle’s heat, how to weave wards into bandages, how to steady a falte
Liam’s povI woke before the sun did. The camp lay quiet, save for the distant murmur of healers and the low moan of dying embers in hearthfires. My limbs feel heavy, though sleep has passed fitfully, dreams still crawling with steel and shadow.I pulled on damp boots, wrapped my cloak around me, and stepped out into the predawn chill. Every breath came visible, a reminder that I was alive and free. But free didn't mean my mind had stopped racing.The eastern gate gleamed dimly under dying torches. I paused before the aged wooden planks, rolling my shoulders. I’d patrolled these gates countless times, back when the pack still trusted me. Now they trusted me again. But trust was easy to take. Peace wasn’t.I checked the guard posted there, nodded good morning, and continued along the palisade toward the watchtower. The wood underfoot was slick with dew. Here and there, we’d set up simple wards, magical wards Henry had helped weave in protective cords. I pressed my hand against one of t
Leila’s POV The first light of morning filtered through the tall pines, painting the clearing in pale gold. I stood before the half-ruined walls of the old infirmary, rolling up my sleeves and stepping over broken tile and scattered bandages. Around me, Crimson Moon’s healers and builders, mothers and fathers, veterans and trainees, worked side by side, repairing shelves, scrubbing floors, and replacing shattered windows. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t a weapon, nor a prisoner, nor a prize to be claimed. I was here to help rebuild and to heal.I crossed the threshold into the ward, where gurneys and stretchers lined the walls. A faded tapestry of the Moon Goddess still hung where an entire wing had collapsed. With a deep breath, I knelt beside a wounded healer named Arin, whose arm had been broken in the final battle.“Morning, Arin,” I said softly, as he pressed his bound forearm against his side, wincing at the movement.He gave me a tired smile. “Good morning, Luna. I see
Elijah’s POV The night settled over Crimson Moon like a velvet cloak, soft and reassuring. The battle was won, the camp secured, and for the first time in many moons, the air was free of fear. I stoked the fire until the logs glowed, sending sparks dancing into the star-filled sky. Beside me, my brothers Henry and Liam and Leila, settled onto blankets spread in a loose circle. The crackle of the fire was the only sound for a moment, warm and steady, like the heartbeat of the earth. The flames licked the logs, casting shadows on our faces, dancing across the walls of the forest around us. It was late, moon high, stars clear, no threat in sight. For once, we were safe. No blood. No running. No fear.I took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the fire chase away the chill that always lingered after battle. Liam sat close to Leila, he leaned back against a rock, arms crossed, a small grin tugging at his lips, his arm casually draped across her shoulders. She rested her head against his
Leila’s POV The dawn light crept softly over the ridge as I sat alone by the edge of the stream, watching my reflection ripple in the clear water. The hush of early morning felt sacred, as if the world had paused to give me space. My hands hovered above the surface, but I did not touch the water. I was not ready to see my face yet, not when my mind was waking from the long fog of enchantment, the bonds that had held me like chains.I closed my eyes and let the memories come.First, the good. I remembered the day I arrived at Crimson Moon’s gates, frightened and alone and how Henry had knelt to offer me a cloak woven with moonlight, his eyes gentle with kindness. I recalled Elijah’s soft music in the moonlit garden, the way his fingers had lifted my trembling hands to teach me the first notes on a piano. I could still feel Liam’s steady grip when he had caught me as I stumbled in basic drills, his voice firm but caring as he corrected my stance. All those moments of warmth and trust,
Henry’s POV The morning sun climbed higher, chasing off the last shadows of dawn, when I found Elijah sitting alone by the riverbank. The camp was stirring ,healers packing their herbs, scouts cleaning weapons, cooks stoking the morning fires, but he sat apart from us all, shoulders slumped, gaze fixed on the silver ribbon of water that wound through the valley.I approached slowly, heart heavy. My brother had lost more than most in this war. He had lost the bond of their shared mate, Leila, his first love, his soul’s counterpart. Elijah and I had both felt the pain of severance, but he had carried his grief deep and silent, his heart still tethered to memories that no longer held magic.“Elijah,” I called gently. He looked up, eyes rimmed with exhaustion and sorrow. His wolf’s light was faint in his gaze, like a dying ember.I knelt beside him on the dew-wet grass. “Come back to camp,” I said softly. “They need you.”He shook his head, forceful and weary. “I’m fine here,” he said, v