LOGINScarlett’s POVMoonlight’s lab was quiet in a way I was still learning to trust.No footsteps stopping outside my door. No knocks that were not really knocks. Just my notes, my equipment and the kind of silence that let me actually think. Some mornings I still looked up from my work expecting someone to walk in with a demand dressed as a request. Nobody ever did.I stepped out mid morning to walk the grounds. The herb garden stretched along the eastern boundary in neat careful rows, every species exactly where I had asked Usher to plant them. I crouched beside the moonflower section and checked the growth with my hands, turning a stem over, checking the underside of a leaf. The soil was dark and rich and already producing better than I had expected this early into the season.I stayed there longer than I meant to.There was something about that garden in the morning, just the light and the soil and the smell of things growing, that made the whole day feel manageable. I stood up, brush
Tiffany’s POVThe drive back from the Valley Wolf Pack was the longest forty minutes of my entire life.Killian drove with both hands on the wheel with his jaw set and said absolutely nothing the entire way , not a single word or even a reassurance.At this point, I couldn't even tell if he was angry or just embarrassed by the whole situation, the silence was deafening coupled with the sound of the engine and the road disappearing under us. I sat in the passenger seat with both of my hands folded in between my lap and my face trying to force a smile despite the rage I had inside me. I looked out the window and immediately replayed that guard’s voice in my head on a loop.“We only recognize products from Miss Scarlett.”I stood in front of that guard trying to tell him and explain that I was the one who developed that formula, he looked straight through me like I was part of the wall and kept ranting about Scarlett. “Damn, they’re all so stupid, I just can’t help it.”Killian hit the b
Tiffany’s POV I had not slept properly in four fucking days and I would do it again without blinking. The lab had become my whole life, the lights on past midnight every night, beakers and formulas and compound after compound until my eyes burned and my back ached and I smelled permanently of chemicals even after showering. I had called in every favor I had. I had even gone to my father, which was a conversation I had been avoiding for months, and asked him to connect me with a witch who specialized and could help with the enhancement of the formulas. My father had looked at me the way he always did, like I was an inconvenience dressed up as a daughter, like I was embarrassing him simply by needing something, but he made the call and I got the formula anyway. And last night was the first night in a long time that Killian had looked at me like I had personally hung the moon and the most brilliant person he had ever seen. That look was worth every sleepless hour, every humiliatio
Killian’s POVI just could not let it go.I tried running towards the Lincoln pounding on the window with both fists but there was no response, the car just pulled away and the force of it knocked me sideways onto the road. I hit the tarmac and stayed there for a second, one knee down, as the motorcade disappeared fully ahead of me.That voice.“Scarlett?” I said it out loud again, quieter this time, just to hear how it sounded. “Is that actually you?”No. I shook my head. No, that thought alone was insane. Scarlett was not the Moonlight heir. Scarlett was mine, had always been mine, my Scarlett. A wolfless Omega from Silver Moon’s own orphanage. She had no bloodline, no connection to any pack, talk more of Moonlight, nothing. She had been in my lab for years. She was not the long lost hair to the Moonlight. Never!I got back in my car and sat there for a full minute before I got out again and started pounding on the nearest surface.“I must be going mad.” It’s the pressure, I must ha
Killian’s POVIt’s been three days since I last heard from Scarlett. Three days of silence from Scarlett and I had nothing to show for it but an empty lab, a full ashtray and a bottle of whiskey that was full yesterday.Scarlett has not picked up, showed up, or even responded to a single message I’ve sent to her, and Silver Moon’s entire pharmaceutical operation had ground to a complete stop. Every project, every ongoing test, every formula that had been in progress was sitting exactly untouched where she left it because nobody else in that building had the first idea what to do with any of it.The revenue chain was broken. Pack members were starting to talk, that low restless murmur that spreads through a pack when things are not moving the way they should, asking questions that I have no answer to yet. The elders had called me twice and both times the message was the same. Fix this or take a step down.I poured another drink.I had been doing that a lot.The truth was I had built S
Scarlett’s PovDominic reached for my hand as the dinner wound down and led me toward the dance floor before I had fully decided whether I wanted to go.I’ve never danced properly in years. Killian had never even once asked me to, not at pack events, not at gatherings, not at anything. I had always stood to the side and watched other couples move across floors like this and always wished it’ll be one day. Dominic stopped at the edge of the floor and turned to face me.“Left foot first,” he said. “And raise your arm here.”He positioned my arm himself, his hand covering mine, his other hand settling at my waist, fitting perfectly like it had always belonged there. I looked up at him and then immediately looked somewhere past his shoulder trying to avoid eye contact.We began to move in rhythm.Dominic was so patient, he surprised me in a way I had not expected from him, correcting my steps without making me feel clumsy, adjusting his pace to match mine without drawing attention to it.







