Eileen's POV
"What?"
I blinked. "What do you mean 'here'?"
"He's surrounded Blackwood. With his army. Eileen... there are hundreds of werewolves with him. It’s an invasion."
My heart stopped. "No... no, that can't be. We’ve barely recovered. We just ended the witches. Amber just got set free."
He nodded grimly. "I know. And the Alpha triplets are outside right now, trying to hold the front lines. They're stalling him, but it won't last. He came for war."
I staggered back, the weight of his words crushing down on me. Jason. That bastard. After everything, he still wanted to destroy us.
"Then Amber can't stay here," I said, suddenly breathless. "She can’t be anywhere near this."
"I agree," Alex said quickly.
I grabbed his hand and looked him straight in the eyes. "Alex, you have to protect her. With your life. No hesitation. If anything happens to me, you raise her. You keep her safe. You keep her happy.
Eileen's POVFlashback continues.."What's going on here"Still dazed, barely conscious, he turned his head to the side. Through blurred vision, he saw his father charging through the grass—but not toward him. No. His father dropped to his knees beside his sister, scooping her up as if she were made of glass. There wasn’t even a glance in his direction."Oh heavens, Selene!" His father panicked and carried her out of there. He was too worried about her to even angry at him.He remembered the chill that went down his spine. The realization. He wasn’t the one they were worried about.He tried to call out. A whisper. Nothing came.Minutes passed—long, heavy, silent minutes—and he thought he might die right there. And maybe no one would notice. Leaving him to die seemed like something his father would happily do.Eventually, someone came. A servant. Eyes wide, trembling hands. She gasped when she saw him, bloodied and bent. She carried him back, whispering apologies, as if she knew it was
Eileen's POVI couldn’t move.My heart thudded so loudly in my chest it felt like it might burst through my ribs. My palms were damp, my breath shallow. There he was, the Dark Lord, sitting just a few feet away from me like some ancient nightmare made real. I had heard so many stories about him. And now, I was in the same room with him. I couldn't believe this.He looked... calm. Almost too calm. His dark robes hung loosely around him, the deep fabric barely moving as he stepped closer. The air seemed to chill around him, but it wasn’t just cold, it was power. It wrapped around him like a second skin."Y.. you're him" I squeaked out in shock and he chuckled, making me shiver involuntarily."And you are surprised?" He seemed to be teasing me.“What do you want from me?” I asked, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. It was smaller than I expected, shaken, almost like a child's.He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes, those sharp, knowing eyes,
Eileen's POV"What?"I blinked. "What do you mean 'here'?""He's surrounded Blackwood. With his army. Eileen... there are hundreds of werewolves with him. It’s an invasion."My heart stopped. "No... no, that can't be. We’ve barely recovered. We just ended the witches. Amber just got set free."He nodded grimly. "I know. And the Alpha triplets are outside right now, trying to hold the front lines. They're stalling him, but it won't last. He came for war."I staggered back, the weight of his words crushing down on me. Jason. That bastard. After everything, he still wanted to destroy us."Then Amber can't stay here," I said, suddenly breathless. "She can’t be anywhere near this.""I agree," Alex said quickly.I grabbed his hand and looked him straight in the eyes. "Alex, you have to protect her. With your life. No hesitation. If anything happens to me, you raise her. You keep her safe. You keep her happy.
Eileen's POVI woke up to the soft creak of floorboard and the low hum of voices. My body felt like it had been torn open and clumsily stitched back together. Every inch of me ached—a dull, burning pain that radiated from the bite on my shoulder to the very tips of my fingers. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, heavy like iron curtains. Light streamed through the infirmary windows, bathing the room in gold. I blinked against it and squinted up at the blurry figures hovering over me.“Eileen,” someone whispered urgently. A hand touched my cheek, warm and trembling. I turned my head, and the blur sharpened into Arthur’s worried face. His brows were drawn, and his eyes were red-rimmed, like he hadn’t slept in days.“She’s awake,” Brett’s voice followed, cracked and relieved. “Oh, thank the goddess. Eileen, you’re back.”Arthur leaned in. “We were so scared, Eileen. One minute we had
Eileen’s POVI sat there in the cold, stinking room Lina had locked me in, trying to steady my breathing. The air was thick and foul—metallic with the scent of old blood and rot. I could still hear her laughter echoing in my ears. My hands clenched into fists. She had tricked me. Used me. Lied to my face while holding her cursed child like some kind of trophy. She thought she had won. But I wasn’t done. I wasn't going to give up. I would never let her and the dark lord use me to hurt all those innocent people.I let out a breath, they had used the one weakness they knew I had, Amber. She was the bait and I took the bait foolishly. I bit my lower lip, it turned out they didn't just want me for the informations I had, there was something more to this story.I refused to sit there and be some helpless pawn in her twisted game. I wasn’t just anyone. I was Eileen, Luna of the Blackwood Pack. I was a mother, a warrior, and I’d survived worse than this. She had taken my trust, stolen my peac
Eileen's POVIt was past midnight when I sat beside Amber’s bed, watching her chest rise and fall with every tiny breath. The moonlight poured through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow. Her little hand curled around mine, warm and soft, and my heart ached with love and worry. I should’ve felt peace, watching her sleep so soundly, but all I felt was a heavy weight pressing down on me.I couldn’t stop thinking about her, Lina. The witch. The one who turned our lives upside down. I needed answers. I needed to understand what she wanted, what she was planning. And no matter how much it terrified me, I knew I had to see her. But how? How do you summon a witch who only appears when she wants to, who speaks through shadows and stolen voices? I didn’t know. I was trying to figure it out when Amber stirred in her bed.She wriggled a little, sighed, and then opened her eyes.At first, I thought she was just waking up. But then I saw it. The look in her eyes wasn’t hers. It was too kno