Keira POV"What's wrong with you, Keira? What took place?" Lynede surprisedly questioned me after noticing that I was drenched in rain and looking pale."Lynede! I..." I started to cry and I wasn't sure if the tears or the rain were falling on my face."Come in, but first let me get you a clean dress." Lynede pulled me inside the house. As soon as the door shut, isolating the sound of the pouring rain outside.I was crying so hard that I found it impossible to speak clearly. I sat on the couch in front of the window with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand, watching the never-ending downpour as Lynede silently dried my hair with a towel."Lynede, I might have to leave here.""What are you saying? You wanna leave our pack?" When Lynede overheard what I said, she knelt down and grabbed my hand tightly, asking, "What's happened?"I told Lynede everything while the occasional lightning strike made her face appear even paler."How could they hurt you like this? Louis really doesn't know ever

Augustine POV I wondered whether I could have grabbed her if I had been able to escape Rhoda sooner after she leaped since everything I witnessed at that precise moment felt like it had been slowed down. "Griffin!" I allowed my wolf to almost immediately rush over, but when Griffin turned to face me with pathos in his eyes, it seemed as though I had just realized for the first time what it was like to have a broken heart—, it would feel like someone plowed my heart out alive right now, but my soul still kept bleeding. I'm not sure how I managed to escape Rhoda, but I felt like I was walking on a path of thorns as I made my way toward the edge. It was too agonizing. Perhaps Keira had seized a vine or something else as she waited for me to save her, and I moved quickly. But the more I drew near the cliff's brink, the more I became aware of what was ahead. My hands started shaking as soon as I realized what Griffin's eyes were saying. The ground was hidden by thick vegetation as

Keira POV5 years ago.My family—my father, mother, brother, and I, we cherished one another. In my mind, at least, my parents would live with my brother and me for a very long time, but that was the day that everything went wrong. When my brother stole cheese or snacks to share with me, my mother always shook her head and told my father, who had just returned from the union. He would then tug our cheeks and pretended to be upset before kissing us. My mother prepared dinner before twilight and waited for my father to get home. The most enjoyable times were then.For a time, my father was very busy. He took great responsibility for our pack and vowed to defend it to the bitter end. I worried about him on the days when he left early and came home late. I would constantly lie in bed looking out the window, expecting to see his figure come into view. If he did, I would run down the stairs and give him a warm greeting. I occasionally look at the skies at night and wonder if my father is sa

Third Person POV Louis suddenly collapsed to his knees on the carpet, buried his head in his hands, and his vision gradually became foggy. He had no idea that her withholding the truth from him was done so to keep Louis safe. But he had mistreated Keira for five years in a terrible and unfair manner! And he had always felt that what he was doing was right. Even though his palm hurt from repeatedly striking the ground with a clenched fist, it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Being nurtured by his parents as if he were their own son, he felt ashamed of himself and unable to forgive himself. They would be disappointed in him for becoming a selfish, foolish, and cold-blooded male if they were still around. "Stop doing this, Louis! Keira doesn't want to see you like this either." Stephen grabbed his hands to halt this self-inflicted behavior. "It's all my fault, Keira, I'm sorry." With hollow eyes, Louis murmured. "Be sensible! How can you find Keira in this condition whil

Keira POV The ship gave this journey a salute by blowing its whistle which stood in for my farewell to the Bloodrose Pack. It was arguably the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. Goodbye Louis, goodbye Lynede, goodbye the house where I grew up, and the lovely little lake and forest. If all else perished, and he remained, I should continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. I eventually became his wayfarer, even as the wind went around my soul. Slowly he'll forget about me. We're getting off the boat, so hurry up! Owain took hold of my hand and stepped onto the deck. To greet everyone on the coast, everyone stuck their heads out the window, and some even threw their caps out. Despite all the enthusiasm, I observed that none of them had removed their hairband. The male who handed me the apple whistled, as I was staring at them in astonishment, "Owain finally brought the la