LOGINJhoanna’s POVThe morning breeze swept gently through the open windows of our room, rustling the curtains as Hans carefully adjusted a blanket around my shoulders. I didn’t protest this time, too content basking in the lingering warmth of his words and the joy of hearing Luna Tilly’s news.As I took another reluctant sip of the nausea tea—which, by some miracle, didn’t taste as awful as usual—I caught Hans watching me with that annoyingly soft expression he always seemed to have these days. It wasn’t fair, really. How was I supposed to stay mad at him when he looked at me like I was the moon and stars rolled into one?“Stop staring,” I mumbled, though my cheeks betrayed me by warming under his gaze.“I’m not staring,” he replied, his lips twitching. “I’m admiring.”“That’s worse,” I grumbled, though the corner of my mouth lifted in a small, traitorous smile.Hans crouched down beside me, resting his chin on the edge of the bed as he grinned up at me. “You’re allowed to sulk at your
Jhoanna’s POV- Months Later - The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that my back ached. Again. The second thing was the sharp smell of lavender wafting from the diffuser on the nightstand—a smell I’d grown to despise over the past month. Apparently, lavender was supposed to help with mood swings. Spoiler alert: it didn’t.I let out an annoyed grunt and rolled onto my side, clutching my growing belly as I struggled to find a comfortable position. “Hans!” I called, my voice sharper than I intended.Moments later, the door creaked open, and Hans stepped in, his hair slightly tousled and his ever-patient expression firmly in place. He was holding a steaming mug in one hand and what looked like a stack of papers in the other.“Good morning, sunshine,” he said with infuriating cheerfulness, placing the mug on my nightstand. “How’s my favorite grumpy Luna doing today?”I shot him a glare, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that I was buried under three blankets
Jhoanna’s POV“No,” uncle Aidan growled, his voice laced with desperation. “We broke it . We broke it!”But Luna Tilly’s body suddenly convulsed, her back arching violently as a rumbling growl escaped her lips. Her golden eyes snapped open, but they weren’t hers anymore.They glowed a sickly green, unnatural and filled with malice.Uncle Jayden recoiled, his face pale. “Tilly?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.She let out a bone-chilling snarl, her body twisting unnaturally as the dark energy around her intensified. The packhouse trembled, cracks spreading across the walls as the very ground beneath us seemed to shudder in response.“She’s been possessed,” Mom said, horror evident in her voice. “The curse didn’t leave—it found a host.”Uncle Aidan’s scream of anguish pierced the air as Tilly’s body lunged toward him, her movements no longer her own. Uncle Jayden barely managed to pull him back in time, his eyes blazing with both fear and determination.“Jhoanna, Hans!” Mom’s vo
Jhoanna’s POVThe demon’s massive form loomed outside, its jagged horns scraping against the sky as it released a guttural roar that shook the packhouse. Hannah growled within me, clawing to get out, but I stayed rooted, holding the barrier steady. Every second felt like an eternity as sweat dripped from my forehead, my hands trembling from the effort of maintaining my witch powers.My mate was out there. I could see his black wolf darting in and out of the demon’s reach, slashing at its legs with precision. He was fast, but the demon was faster. My chest tightened with fear every time its claws came dangerously close to him. Even Hannah cannot help herself but whimper everytime that happens.The barrier flickered again, and mom’s sharp voice broke through my panic. “Jhoanna, please focus!”I clenched my jaw and forced my gaze away from the chaos outside. The chant continued, the ancient words flowing from my lips with a power that wasn’t entirely my own—it is a combination of Hannah’
Jhoanna’s POVThe growl outside turned into an explosion of noise—screeches, snarls, and the unmistakable sound of something clawing its way into our world. My wolf surged forward, adrenaline rushing through me as I ran to the window. Outside, the pack courtyard had become a battlefield.The "doorway," as Luna Tilly called it, burned with an unholy light, a swirling mass of black and crimson that seemed alive. Demons poured out of it—monstrous creatures with jagged limbs and glowing red disgusting eyes. Their presence made the air heavy, suffocating, as though the world itself recoiled from their existence.Hans burst into the room, his face a mask of determination. "Jhoanna, get out of here! It’s too dangerous!”But before I could respond, a hulking demon crashed through the infirmary wall, its claws glinting with black ichor. Its elongated body moved with a sickening grace, and its guttural roar echoed in my chest. I shoved Hans back, my wolf already clawing to surface. “I’m sorry
Jhoanna's POVThe dawn of the lunar eclipse felt heavy, as if the weight of the universe had settled over the Crescent Moon Pack. The air was thick with worry, each breath I took seemed harder than the last. My hand instinctively rested on my belly as if shielding the life growing within me from the chaos around us. Luna Tilly came back when she was found that day when she ran away, but her condition hadn’t improved. And, to add gas to the flame, her words haunted everyone who had heard them.“It’s not just the curse… something else is coming. Something worse.”The memory of her trembling voice sent goosebumps all over my body. I glanced out the window where the moon lingered, pale and distant, as though waiting for its moment to strike.I couldn’t sit still. Who would?The packhouse was bustling with healers and warriors preparing for what felt like an inevitable battle, yet I felt useless. Hans had tried to reassure me last night, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He’d buried it bene







