เข้าสู่ระบบThe forest blurred around me, branches clawing at my face as I sprinted through the underbrush. My lungs burned, every breath like shards of glass in my chest. Nick yanked me forward, his grip iron-tight on my arm. Kimmy was right beside us, her face pale but determined.
Behind us, the black mist closed in. "What the hell is chasing us?" I gasped, stumbling over a root. "It's not Luca or Ethan," Kimmy panted, her voice cracking with raw fear. Her fingers dug into my hand. "It's something worse." My stomach clenched. "Worse?" She hesitated, eyes wide and desperate. "It's the Echo."The name hung in the air like a curse.
And then I saw it. A dark mass slithered through the trees, ancient and malevolent, moving with a speed that defied logic. My heart lurched. This wasn't just a creature—it was a living nightmare, the thing that had been hunting me since I arrived. It had found me again. Nick veered sharply, pulling us off the trail. We hurtled through a dense thicket, branches snapping around us. But it wasn't enough. The Echo's growl reverberated through the forest, low and guttural, vibrating through my bones. It was gaining. I didn't dare look back. I didn't need to. I could feel it breathing down my neck, cold and relentless. The next second, it pounced. The force of its weight knocked me off my feet. My body hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from my lungs. Pain exploded through my ribs. The world spun in a blur of green and black. Above me, the Echo loomed, its glowing eyes searing into mine—full of hunger and hostility. "QUINN!" Kimmy screamed. Claws slashed toward my throat. Time slowed. Just when I thought it was over, a blur of white and brown shot through the darkness. Kimmy and Nick. But they weren't just my friends anymore. They were wolves. Kimmy's white coat glinted under the faint sunlight, streaked with brown highlights as she snarled, her teeth bared. Nick's powerful form lunged at the Echo, muscles rippling beneath his brown fur. I blinked, disbelief crashing over me. My friends weren't human. They never had been. Confusion tangled with terror, but there was no time to process it. They howled, the sound slicing through the night. The Echo twisted, dodging their attacks with unnatural fluidity. Shadows writhed around it like living things. Kimmy leaped, but the Echo swatted her aside with a brutal swipe. She hit a tree with a sickening crack and crumpled to the ground. "KIMMY!" I screamed. Nick roared, fury igniting his movements. He charged again, but the Echo was faster. Its claws slashed through the air, catching Nick across the side. He went down hard, blood pooling beneath him. Panic gripped me. "NO!" I scrambled toward Nick, but the Echo's eyes locked onto me. A chill wrapped around my body, freezing me in place. It moved toward me, shadows coiling around its form. Luca. Ethan. Where were they? Despair clawed at my throat. Then a thunderous roar ripped through the forest. A massive figure exploded from the darkness, charging straight at the Echo. Lycan. The huge wolf was a blur of motion, teeth flashing as he collided with the Echo. The impact shook the ground. Relief flooded through me—Lycan had come back to save me. But then I saw him. Ethan. He was right behind Lycan, his expression fierce as he joined the fight. My breath caught. My heart stumbled. Lycan wasn't real. He was Luca. The realization hit me like a sledgehammer. That feral energy, the dominance, the way Luca and Lycan always seemed to appear at the perfect moment—it all made sense now. Luca had been protecting me all along. The truth was almost too much to process, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. The fight raged on, savage and brutal. Luca was a storm unleashed, his growls shaking the air. He slammed into the Echo, teeth sinking into shadowy flesh. The Echo shrieked, a sound that curdled my blood. Ethan fought with precision, his movements calculated and deadly. But the Echo was relentless. Its claws raked across Luca's side, leaving deep gashes. Blood splattered the ground. Luca didn't stop.He was wild, reckless, driven by a fury that bordered on madness.
My heart pounded as I crouched beside Kimmy. Her eyes fluttered open, pain etched across her face. "Stay with me," I whispered, my voice shaking. Tears stung my eyes. Nick lay a few feet away, his fur matted with blood. His chest barely rose and fell. The sight gutted me. And then it hit me. The brown fur. The wolf Ethan had hit with his car the day I arrived. That had been Nick. My friends had been watching me before I even knew them. But now they were broken. Beaten. And the Echo wasn't finished. It broke free from Luca and Ethan's hold, its focus snapping back to me. It moved through the trees like a dark wave, its eyes glowing brighter with every step. Luca snarled, desperate to stop it, but he was too slow. The Echo was inches away from me. Terror gripped me, my body frozen. I couldn't breathe. The Echo's power was suffocating. And then— Something ignited inside me. A spark. No, a flame. It was small at first, flickering in my chest, but it grew, spreading through my veins like wildfire. The Echo stopped, its eyes narrowing as if it sensed the change. But it wasn't enough to stop it. It lunged.I’d like to say this is where things calm down, but that would be a lie.💋
The sun was setting low behind the towering Blackthorn estate, casting streaks of amber and crimson across the sky. The place looked more like a fortress than a home, with its wrought-iron gates and endless rows of perfectly trimmed hedges. My heart was already in my throat, but when I saw her walking toward us, I felt my chest tighten like a vice.Casey.Her smile was polite but sharp, the kind that felt like it was carved from marble—cold, unyielding, and fake as hell. She strolled up with the grace of someone who knew she was untouchable, her sleek navy-blue dress hugging her figure just enough to be classy but not so much as to be vulgar. Her eyes flicked to me, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, and I knew she was assessing me. Calculating.“They’re waiting for you inside,” Casey said, her eyes darting to Cale like she wasn’t sure if she should curtsy or bow. Her gaze barely touched me. To her, I wasn’t a threat. Not yet, anyway.Cale’s grip on my arm tightened as if h
Being "perfect" was never something I aimed for, but here I am, sitting in a high-end café dressed in a sleek beige outfit that hugs every inch of me like a second skin. My legs are crossed just so, my posture elegant and deliberate. The soft leather of the chair beneath me feels too plush, like it knows I don't belong here. But I make it look like I do. My every movement is measured, calculated, and graceful. I lift my coffee cup to my lips, pinky slightly raised, and sip slowly. My eyes stay forward, focused, even though I can feel the stares of passersby through the glass window.They always look. Men. Women. Even the baristas try to be subtle but fail miserably. I can’t blame them. It’s the aura I’ve built. I’m not just another woman sitting in a café. I’m the Luna. Cale’s Luna.The girl who once flinched at the mention of his name is gone. She’s buried so deep I doubt I could dig her up if I tried. This version of me? She walks beside him into meetings with alphas of other packs,
The smell of rosewater and jasmine clung to my skin, the oils still fresh from the omega women’s hands. My skin felt slick and soft, like I’d been molded from wax and dipped in honey. They’d scrubbed every inch of me, their faces blank as they worked. No words. No kindness. Just hands rough from duty. My hair was pulled back, loose curls spilling over my shoulders, and the dress they’d given me—if it could be called a dress—was nothing more than a slip of silk clinging to my body like a second skin. Every part of me was on display. Every flaw. Every scar. Every reminder of what had been done to me.But they didn’t see that. No one did. Not anymore.I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room and barely recognized myself. Pale blue eyes, sharp and unyielding. Not the dull, lifeless stare I’d seen for years. My gaze flickered with something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Control. Purpose.He thinks he’s testing me.“Trinity,” I whispered in my mind, my lips unmoving."I’m here,
CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains contents of violence that may disturb sensitive readers and can be triggering for survivors of trauma and abuse.(Quinn’s perspective)Pain used to be a constant. Not the kind that fades after a few hours or even days. No, this was the kind that buried itself so deep in your bones that it felt like it would be part of you forever. But now… I don’t feel it anymore.The first time I noticed it, I thought I’d gone numb. It wasn’t a slow process either—one day, I was screaming and thrashing under their blows; the next, I just... stopped. The barbed wire bat hit my ribs with a sickening thwack, but I didn’t flinch. The guard cursed under his breath and swung it again, harder this time. Still nothing. My skin tore, and my bones ached, but there was no reaction. No sound. No satisfaction for them.I’d won that day. Not because I fought back. No, because I didn’t. They couldn’t break me anymore. Their weapons, their fists, their fire—none of it mattered.
(Luca’s perspective)I used to believe in things like love. Loyalty. Humanity. I thought those things made us strong—made me strong.They didn’t. They made me weak. A fool. A dreamer who thought he could keep his world intact with hope and sheer determination.But hope is a liar.It whispered in my ear for months, telling me she’d come back. That I’d find her. That Quinn would be okay.She wasn’t.I knew it the moment I burned the last picture of her. The edges curled under the flame, the image of her face shrinking into black ash. That photograph was the final piece of her—the last link to the boy I used to be.The boy who searched for her.The boy who loved her.Gone.I stood there, staring into the fire as the smoke curled into the night sky. My hand tightened around the lighter until my knuckles turned white. This was it. The final step.I let the lighter fall into the flames, and with it, I let Quinn go.I used to think I was different from my father. That I could lead this pack
CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains contents of violence that may disturb sensitive readers and can be triggering for survivors of trauma and abuse.(Quinn’s perspective)I lay on the cold stone floor, the chill biting into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my bones. Every part of me throbbed, a dull reminder of what I had become—a prisoner, a plaything for the pack to break.My breathing was shallow, each inhale laced with pain. Ribs—probably cracked. Lips—split and crusted with dried blood. Eye—swollen shut. The room stank of iron, sweat, and fear. My fear. Their victory.They’d beaten me again today, just like yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that.At first, I thought I’d die from it. I hoped I would. Death would’ve been a mercy, an escape. But no. My cursed blood healed me. Every single time. Bones snapped back into place, bruises faded, and cuts stitched themselves together. I was the perfect punching bag—never staying broken long enough







