Leila POV
THIRD WHEEL “You don’t need to come back, just go back home… I will handle it here!” Liam shot at me while trying to escape from the grip of the three warriors and their Beta who had arrived unexpectedly a few minutes ago. “Please this is not the time to have our fight now… we have real enemies to fight with..” a smack on my back caught my attention at once, i hissed at Liam for distracting me. The pain seeping into my brain, “she’s down, just a big for nothing wolf, her size is so intimidating for this?I heard their Beta mocking me, my heart filled with renewed hatred for Liam. But I couldn't hate him for long, he was fighting for me, the Beta tried to drag my weak and bleeding body across the wet grass toward their pack gate but Liam pounced on him again, tearing his wolf face. The painful growl followed by curse from the Beta filled the air and I almost praised Liam loudly, even though he’s so annoying, right now he’s putting his life on the line for me. One of the other three men was unconscious on the floor, Liam had beaten him to a pulp, “stop dragging her like that or I will kill your man” Liam was holding another man, his knife on the man's temple. But the last man pushed him from behind. Liam didn’t change to his wolf form like the rest of us, he was badly bruised and losing blood all over his body but still stood tall and strong, my heart went out to him at once as the other man freed himself from Liam grip and held his neck. “Please.. I will go with you, don't hurt him, please… he’s a royal blood, his father will kill you” I tried using the scary approach but they were trying to hurt us because they knew how powerful we are and how we will deal with them if we make it back home. “Close this one mouth shut while I finish this Royal boy up” the Beta ordered his men, his voice filled with pride and hatred toward us. I heaved one last sigh of regret and disappointment. I didn’t want my life to end like this but I was a little bit happy that I wouldn't be dying alone, Liam is with me. “You won’t die, just trust me!” He mouthed at me and I furrowed my brow at him, eyeing him like I used to do at home. I really do not need his pity, after all he made me leave the pack house and pack in the first place. I felt the cold sting of a knife on my throat, and a snarl mixed with lust. One of the two men ordered me to walk in front of him while the other one dragged the unconscious man up. Then we all heard the loud thud, “I know you will come… his weight was beginning to weaken me” Liam’s' voice stopped me on my track at once but what really got my attention was Henry. He stood right in front of me, the other man leading me with a knife suddenly on the floor face flat, the last man standing who was dragging the unconscious one dropped him and fled for his life and their Beta was nowhere to be found. “Elijah.. you came too!” I really didn’t mean to sound so happy and excited to see Elijah but it sounded exactly that way, Liam glared at me but said nothing. Henry took my hands and pulled me into a warm and tight hug, his breathing fast and irregular. I felt the mate pull again and smiled into his embrace, “I stood up to my father for the first time because of you,” he whispered into my right ear. Elijah groaned playfully behind us but said nothing, his eyes were fixed on me, probably thinking the same thing as me, without saying anything in response to Henry as well, I grabbed Elijah’s shoulder and I felt the sharp pain. It came with a burn and deep tug in my chest down to my stomach, then I felt my head sway, my feet couldn’t stand straight on its own anymore and it felt like I was floating in the air, then I heard it. “My mate?” it was Elijah's voice, “you are joking now right?” Liam chipped in, it was more of an insult than a question, he yanked me quickly from Elijah and pushed me away from him as well. “Don’t hurt her Liam can’t you see she’s still recovering from the mate pull!” Henry yelled at Liam, lounging for me quickly to stop me from falling to the ground. “How can I? How is this possible, I can’t deal with the three of you…” I was muttering to myself but Henry stopped me from talking by kissing me on my forehead softly. “Don’t do that … we need to come up with some sort of plan or whatever, you can’t keep touching her randomly, she’s our mate.. not only yours,” Elijah, who hardly gets jealous growled at Henry. Liam snickered and raised his hand into the air, his eyes filled with disdain and anger at me, “you both can have her, or plan whatever, this one, this whole mess is not my business,'' he announced. “But you came all the way to save me and take me home, what’s happening Liam?” I turned to him, my body oozing out confusion and frustration. “You should stay away from me Leila, I can be violent and you know that… I didn’t come Here and put my life on the line for you, I only did it for the Alpha right.” “Father ordered him to bring you back home in one piece or he will never be crowned as an Alpha or rule the pack,” Elijah continued explaining on Liam’s behalf. He knew immediately that I was hurt by what Liam just said but as usual the one who hurt me didn’t take a stop to look at me or my facial reaction, so he was far ahead already. “You shouldn’t have come, you should have just let me die here,” I yelled at him but he didn’t even wait for us or stop to give a response to my rant. “I will carry you, you can’t walk properly,” Henry offered, without waiting for my response he threw me like I weigh nothing into his arm but I could sense that he’s angry as well, I don’t need to ask him because I know already. How am I going to manage being a mate to three scary and unpredictable men? Henry and Elijah are equally crazy like Liam, they just know how to control theirs more than himLeila’s POV The Blood Moon loomed above us, I stood at the edge of the ceremonial grounds, heart beating against my ribs like war drums.The pack had gathered. Hundreds of wolves lined the outer circle in silence. Young, old, wounded, strong. I looked down at my hands. The ceremonial robe I wore was white, stitched with silver threads that shined faintly with every step. The triplets stood across the sacred fire, each robed in deep crimson trimmed with black. Henry’s expression was calm. Elijah was proud and gentle. Liam looked tense but determined. Behind them, the full council sat in their stone seats. Orion was at the center, cane in one hand, gaze sharp despite his age.I stepped forward. I reached the center of the circle. The triplets turned to face me, one by one.Henry stepped forward first. His hand gently took mine. His eyes searched mine—not asking for permission, but offering a vow. He pressed a silver dagger against my wrist. I didn’t flinch. The blade slid cleanly,
Henry's POV The grounds smelled of ash, pine, and dried herbs. I stood at the edge of the ceremonial circle, watching as the young wolves moved in silence, laying down silverstone markers and sprinkling protective salts. The Blood Moon would rise in less than two nights, and everything had to be perfect.I knelt down and pressed my palm into the earth. The soil was warm. “Still?” Elijah’s voice came from behind.I didn’t turn. “Yes. There’s something beneath us, faint, like a shadow watching us.”“Elijah,” I said. “We may have driven Sabastian’s spirit back but some part of him still lingers. I can feel it in the ground, in the air.”He didn’t argue. He felt it too. We all did.We had cleared the traitor, banished Kane, and doubled the protective runes but the ache at the base of my spine remained. It was the same feeling I had every time Sabastian entered a room. I dusted off my hands and looked at the center of the circle. That’s where she would stand Leila. Our mate. Our Luna.
Leila povThe war was over but the fear remained. I could feel it in the way the young ones looked over their shoulders. In how they flinched when the wind howled too loud. I sat legs crossed in the middle of the training circle surrounded by twelve wolves. Most of them were just kids, some hadn’t shifted yet. Others had seen too much to ever shift peacefully again.I kept my voice calm as I guided them through breathing exercises. Elder Mira had taught me how to center a shaken wolf. I was trying my best to follow her steps. It worked… for a while.Until Ressa started shaking.Her fingers curled into claws, her eyes went wide, her breath came in gasps. I moved closer to her and kept my tone soft.“You’re okay, you’re safe.”She looked right through me. “I can hear him.”My skin turned cold. “Who Ressa?”“Sabastian,” she whispered. “He talks in my dreams, he says he’s not dead, he says he’s coming back.”The circle broke apart. One of the boys growled, another stood and backed a
Elijah’s POV The first light of dawn filtered through the high windows of the council chamber, casting long beams across the polished stone floor. I stood beside Orion at the head of the great oaken table, maps and sealed scrolls laid before us. Henry and Liam flanked me, stern faces already fixed in the day’s business.Orion cleared his throat. “My sons, Elijah…” He paused to look each of us in the eye. “The time has come to repair alliances beyond our borders. I need you, Elijah, to carry these messages to the other Alpha leaders.”He tapped a sealed scroll marked with the Crimson Moon sigil. “These letters propose renewed trade, mutual defense against the dark packs, and an invitation for Leila to speak as Luna in each council.”My heart stuttered at the mention of Leila’s name—her voice in foreign halls was unthinkable just weeks ago. Now, it was necessary for peace. I nodded, careful to keep my expression even.“I will carry them,” I said quietly.Orion’s gaze softened with fath
Liam’s POVI’d been restless all evening. Peace had returned to Crimson Moon, but it didn’t feel like victory. My muscles itched for the clash of blades, the roar of battle—but the training yard lay quiet now, wooden dummies untouched. I wrapped my cloak tighter against the night chill and made my way toward the orchard, hoping fresh air might settle my nerves.As I passed the old oak where Leila and I had shared so many dawns, I heard a whimper. I froze. The moonlight slipped through the branches, illuminating the grass in silver pools. Beneath one, a young wolf crouched, shoulders trembling, eyes wild.I approached slowly. “Hey there,” I whispered, keeping my voice soft. “I’m Liam.”He jerked his head up—pale eyes wide as he tried to see me through panic. “I—” his voice cracked—“I thought I was alone.”“Not tonight,” I assured him, crouching a few feet away. “What’s your name?”He swallowed. “Corin.”“Corin, you’re safe here.” I lifted my hands, palms open. No sword, no shield—just
Leila’s POV The morning was cool and quiet as I slipped through the healer’s tent, cradling a small bowl of cooling salve. I’d treated most of the wounded, patched the new cuts from yesterday’s training, and had just enough time for one more patient: myself.I unwrapped the light bandage around my right forearm. Underneath lay the faint pink line of a scar, slightly raised, winding like a river of old pain. It had come from my first escape attempt, when I had fled Sebastian’s chamber. I’d been pushed against a stone wall; the mark had burned into my flesh, and later healed with the soft pink line that still held memories.But this morning, under the soft lantern light, I noticed something I’d missed before: a faint shimmer around the scar’s edge. A twist of silver light, as though magic still pulsed beneath the skin.My breath caught. I leaned in, heart pounding. I whispered to myself, “Impossible…”I dabbed the salve over the scar, but the shimmer remained, a heartbeat of light at t