Liliana’s POV Hours have gone by and I realize I am lost. I do not even know where I am. But one thing I do know, I am tired, and I am hungry. My stomach twists in knots and I feel nausea rising within me, telling me that my child is hungry, my child needs to feed. I gaze around, frantically searching for refuge and food, wondering if I should retrace my steps back to Azure or the Woodlands but I know the moment I step into my own pack, both Kaden and Landon will come for me. I cannot go back. I will not go back. I trudge on, stumbling from town to town until I reach the outskirts and by the time the sun sets, I reach a clearance and see a camp in the distance. Tents raised, boxes, bags and most importantly, there is food. I see apples, oranges and bread laid out on crates. There is even a turkey roasting over a campfire. From afar, I hear the sound of merry laughter and people

Evander’s POV  Sitting in the cosy cottage nestled in the heart of the forest, I share a pot of tea with Lucius, my father; the last surviving Frost brother. Kaden and Landon's fathers fell in battle while expanding their territories, leaving their legacies to be carried out by their sons. My father on the other hand had always shied away from bloodshed, preferring not to join the prower struggle for the Alpha title of the Frostbite pack and has therefore been blessed with a quiet life. A peaceful life. A long life. The forest's leafy scent lingers in the air, reminding me of our kinship with the wilderness that surrounds us. Father's eyes, filled with wisdom, meet mine as he takes a sip of his Earl Grey. They have seen much, much more than I have ever experienced. "How is the rogue pack?" he asks. I can sense father's curiosity about the rogue

Liliana’s POV The sterile white walls of the ICU surround me as my eyes open up, the soft hum of machines and the distant beep of monitors creating a weird harmony. There is a figure by my side, holding tightly onto my hand. My brows furrow as I strain to see who it is and it takes a while for my blurry vision to begin to clear. It is Venice, the chambermaid. “Liliana! Thank Goddess you’re awake!” she starts to cry, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and tension. “I thought you were going to die! Alpha Kaden was so furious and he ordered for me to come immediately and –“ Huh? "What are you talking about?" I manage to rasp out, my throat dry and ashy. I need a drink. Something sweet and cooling maybe. Venice hesitates, her gaze shifting away before settling on mine. 

Liliana’s POV The mass graves stretch across the entire land. Where once was a place of refuge for the rogues now is a place of mourning. The early morning sun casts its radiant hue upon the shimmering stones where the names of those who had died here are inscribed. A rock once void of meaning now is a sombre canvas painted with the echoes of lost lives. I walk to each and every one of the graves, my fingers tracing their names forever etched in stone. These are the people who had given me hope when all had been lost to me. These are the very people who had lost their lives to protect mine. These are the very people who died so that I could live. I will never be able to atone them for all that they had sacrificed. It should have been me lying six feet underground. I stop at the doctor’s tombstone and place a yellow rose on it. Then, I sit down beside her tombstone, near t

Liliana’s POV I chase what beast that is into the forest beyond, running across trees and tearing through branches. I see its tail as it speeds through the thick covers of the trees and I pick up speed. Hah! I’ve got you now! Or maybe not. My legs kick against a knotted branch and I tip over, my face landing on the ground and my body on spiders. I had spoken too soon. I look up, ready to pick up my race again and suddenly I see nothing. It is gone. The rogue wolf, the black wolf, gone. Damn! I smash my fist into the soft soil underneath me and let out a string of curses that would have mom rolling in her grave. I almost caught up with the rogue wolf or black wolf or whatever it is called. There is a hiss of what I suppose is a reptile. I glance around watching the stems of trees rise to the sky. I gaze at it, the night clouds up high and through little spaces see the moon's ambient light sparkling down on the grounds. My eyes face down again and what I thought to be a branch tur