Isaac’s pov Killing was a lot easier than I thought, and it would scare me if I wasn’t too busy protecting the Winter Bone pack, my pack, from getting taken over. ‘This is necessary,’ Linus reminded me. But seeing the bodies of dead men and women around me did nothing to convince me. It was hard to differentiate who was from my pack or who was the enemy. But there was no time to think about all those who had died, not when there were still people attacking us from every side. Things were slowing down, but they weren’t over. ‘Some of them are leaving. My son pulled through.’ Grandpa said through the link to every soldier and person fighting. We saw a bunch of wolves and soldiers walk back, only to be attacked by their former allies. ‘Do we help them, beta Isaac?’ A soldier near me mindlinked me, unsure of what to do. These were the same people that had just tried to kill us. Not tried; they had actually killed some of our men, and now we were supposed to help them? I could unde

Airk’s pov “This is your fault!” Uncle Ari growled at me, Emmy, and Storm. I wasn’t sure which one of us he meant, but I knew he was speaking out of grief. Emmy bowed her head, which made me want to tell her to keep it up. She had been doing so well, despite her mate being in the hospital. Her father was dead, and that must have been hard for her too, even though he had been a terrible father from what I had heard. Uncle Ari continued, “It was your mate, Airk! Your mate, that crazy psychopath. When he died, everything went to shit.” He turned his attention to Storm, “and you! You could have fought for your pack. You’re here now, but where were you when my mate was dying?! This pack is supposed to be yours, isn’t it?” Before Storm could say anything, Uncle Ari turned to Emmy. “And your parents. My goddess. Your own parents attacked us! You’re a coward like them. My mate was out there fighting for your pack, and you’re standing here without a scratch. Did you even fight? You’re supp

Asher’s pov “What the fuck happened?” Storm asked when I came close. He was surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood. I was still holding on to Argo, who was barely able to walk. Yeah, what did happen? It was hard for me to remember everything. “Alpha Scott had silver nails laced with wolfsbane; he fought with Argo. We need to get out of here.” Storm shook his head, “no, offense, but we’re not going anywhere until you, your son, and I get some bandages or something. Because we’re in no fucking shape to take on any more people.” “Speak for yourself,” I replied jokingly. I stared at Storm’s body; his body was more red than his skin color. Storm smirked at me, “it’s mostly not my blood. But I did get shot, um, twice. So that fucking sucks.” I looked over at my son, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Storm was right. We needed to stop the bleeding and rest before we left. We were sitting ducks here, but I did just kill the Alpha of this pack. So the remaini

Brax’s pov “So, what made you change your mind?” My sister asked, slowly sitting down. It was getting harder for her to walk, sit down, or get up without the help of Argo or someone else. “I don’t think I really changed my mind; it was just..." Before I could finish, Mila started to laugh. “You did a 180. When Airk came home after the bonfire, it was clear you did not want a child this way.” I shook my head, chuckling along. “It wasn’t that. It felt weird to have a timeframe in which Airk and I could start a family.” “Nobody said anything about when you were supposed to have a child," Mila argued. “Didn’t they? Emmy wanted kids with Isaac, but not before helping us. So that meant putting things on hold. And Elora has her own army of pups she wants to push out, so we needed to do the egg extraction at the right time between pregnancies.” Mila giggled. “They don’t have that many kids. Mom has more.” “Mom didn’t have a choice but to keep having kids.” Mila took a deep breath. “We

Osiris’ pov ‘Are you happy?’ Santos asked as I watched all the kids play together. ‘You can literally feel what I feel and hear my thoughts….’ I countered, annoyed with the old wolf. ‘If you consider that you got me when you were eighteen, I’m actually younger than you.’ Santos replied, waging his tale in my mind playfully. In my mind, he was still the same as always, but in reality, like me, he needed assistance. He couldn't walk properly without the help of prostethics. If I could have gone back in time and changed things, I wouldn’t have changed this. I would have made sure Riker was still alive, but then his mate Mia wouldn’t have found her second mate. Maybe I would have saved Kyra or any of the other wolves who have passed over the years, but who knows the ripple effect of that change? ‘You’ve watched The Butterfly Effect too many times.’ Santos said, making me laugh. I've only watched that movie once, but I knew that if I went back in time to change things, life wouldn't