LOGINIris’s POVThe day we would leave was finally here.I woke up before dawn, and my heart was already racing. For two weeks, I had been preparing myself mentally and emotionally for this moment. Two weeks of meditation with Lucas, of breathing exercises, of trying to convince myself I could handle facing Eric, Zara, and Tiffany.But now that the day was actually here, all that preparation felt useless.My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing it. My hands were shaking. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Tiffany’s face, heard Zara’s voice, and remembered all the pain they had caused.“Breathe,” I whispered to myself, sitting up in bed. “Just breathe.”I tried the exercises Lucas had taught me. Breathe in through my nose, hold and count to four, then breathe out through my mouth. Again. Again.It wasn’t working. My heart was still pounding. My chest was still tight.The door opened quietly, and Rowan walked in. He must have been up early, probably arranging our last-minute preparat
Iris’s POVI took a deep breath and did as Lucas instructed. I reached inward, searching for that presence that had been missing for so long.At first, there was nothing. Just emptiness where my wolf should have been.But then, I felt something so faint I almost missed it. It was not really a presence, it was more like an echo, or a whisper.My wolf was still there, buried deep.Tears pricked at my eyes, but I kept them closed, and focused as I kept reaching for that faint connection.“Don’t push,” Lucas warned, as if he could sense what I was doing. “Just acknowledge it. Let her know you’re there, that you’re ready when she is.”I did as he said, simply acknowledging that faint whisper without trying to force it. After a moment, I felt myself pulling back, returning back to reality.“Open your eyes slowly,” Lucas instructed.I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the light. Lucas was watching me with an unreadable expression.“How do you feel?” he asked.“Different,” I admitted. “I fee
Iris’s POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling drained. I had barely slept, my mind kept replaying the conversation with Rowan about the ball over and over.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Tiffany’s face, heard Zara’s voice, and felt that heavy weight of grief and anger.But I forced myself out of bed anyway because I knew that training with Lucas was non-negotiable, even if the thought of training made my already exhausted body ache.Shane was waiting outside my door as usual, and we walked to the training hall in comfortable silence. He could probably tell I wasn’t in the mood to chat.When we reached the training hall, I pushed open the door expecting to see the usual setup with training mats, and equipment, and Lucas standing there with that flat expression waiting to put me through another torturous session.Instead, I stopped in my tracks.In the center of the mat was a large, comfortable-looking bean bag. It wasn’t what you would ever expect to see in a training hall.It wa
Iris’s POVAfter a while of staring at the ceiling, I forced myself to sit up. The tears had stopped, but the ache in my chest remained. That pain would never fully go away.I wiped my face and took a shaky breath.I stood up slowly and walked to my closet. I pushed aside all the new clothes Rowan had gotten me, behind them was a bag I hadn’t touched in months. The bag I had brought with me from the Crescent Moon Pack.My hands trembled as I pulled it out and set it on the bed.For a long moment, I just stared at it. This bag held everything from my old life. The life before Rowan, before this pack, before I had found happiness again.Finally, I unzipped it.Inside were a few of my old belongings. Some clothes I hadn’t worn in months, and other things.But those weren’t what I was looking for.I pushed aside my things until I found what I needed.Evie’s things.Her blanket, the one she had had since she was a baby.A few of her favorite clothes, and her coloring book.My hands shook a
Iris’s POVThe realization hit me like a physical blow. My chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. Memories I didn’t know were still buried came flooding back.Tiffany. The girl who had made Evie’s life miserable.The girl whose mother, Zara, had manipulated Eric into believing her lies over his own wife.The girl who was the reason Eric had thrown us out of his car that night, leaving Evie to die.I stumbled back slightly, my hands trembling erratically.Rowan was immediately at my side, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady me. “Iris. Breathe. Just breathe.”“I can’t—” I gasped, my vision blurring. “I can’t face them. Not her. Not after what she did to Evie.”“I know,” Rowan said softly, guiding me to sit on the bed. He knelt in front of me, his hands holding mine. “I know this is hard. I’m so sorry.”I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. The panic was subsiding slightly, but the dread was heavy in my chest.“Can’t you make an excuse?” I asked desper
Iris’s POVA week later, things had gone back to something close to normal, or as normal as they could be with everything that had happened.Training had resumed with Lucas. He was done from whatever pack business had kept him occupied for weeks, though no one gave me any explanations about what he had been doing.“Again,” Lucas called out from across the training hall.I got back into position, breathing heavily. My body was aching and hurt as I moved. The pregnancy was making everything harder, and I got tired much faster than before.“Come on, Iris,” Lucas said, though his tone was gentler than usual. “One more round.”I lunged forward, attempting the technique he had shown me earlier. But my movements were slow and clumsy. My balance was off, and I had no energy left.Lucas easily sidestepped my attack. “Your footwork is sloppy.”“I’m pregnant,” I reminded him, bending over with my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. “Cut me some slack.”“I am cutting you slack,” Luca







