-Stephanies opinion-I immediately rushed to Linda's side, my heart heavy with sorrow for her and her fallen mate. "Linda, we need to get you out of here," I urged, trying to pull her away from the devastating scene.Linda clung to her mate's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face as her sobs echoed through the empty space. "We have to go," I pleaded, knowing that staying there was too dangerous. But amidst her grief, Linda's eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and I realized that something within her had awakened—a power that would shake the foundations of our world.I immediately rushed to Linda's side, my heart heavy with sorrow for her and her fallen mate. "Linda, we need to get you out of here," I urged, trying to pull her away from the devastating scene. She clung to her mate's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face as her sobs echoed through the empty space. "We have to go," I pleaded, knowing that staying there was too dangerous. But amidst her grief, Linda's eyes

Stephanie- The thought gnaws at me, chipping away at my trust in Rylan as a pack's leader. As I jot down the location of the book in myths and fairytales, my faith in his identity starts to waver, eclipsed by the possibility of deception. I freeze in my tracks as I come across a line in the story, revealing that the entire pack had been slaughtered, leaving only one Alpha behind. Many believed that this lone Alpha was to blame for the pack's demise. What struck me the most was that the Alpha depicted in the story bore a striking resemblance to Rylan. Turning the page of the myth-bound book, I mutter, "Coincidences don't happen often in werewolf tales, do they?" The library's musty scent swirls around me, and the air hums with the weight of a thousand secrets tucked within the worn pages. This library, after all, is no normal repository of knowledge—it is the heart of our pack's safe haven. I place the book back on the shelf, glancing at the library's vintage clock—the one with

Damien had only wishfully imagined he had ended his grandfather's life. However, he was compelled to keep the old man alive as he was utterly clueless about the whereabouts of the hidden money jar.The Gamma, whose name was Damien, let out a bark of laughter—a sound ripe with the delinquent charm that had long ago stopped working on me. "Yadiel? That self-righteous furball? Please, he wouldn't share a bone with his own shadow." I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress the smirk tugging at my lips. Damien and his high-and-mighty cousin, Alpha Yadiel, had been at odds since puberty hit and decided to bless them both with a double dose of testosterone and wolfish pride. It wasn't every day that our pack's Gamma, and unofficial black sheep, crashed into the elderly man's humble abode demanding money. Damien's antics, much like my spot behind the curtain, were hidden from the world, ones I stumbled onto by a mix of bad timing and worse luck. But then again, Damien's grin suggest

Brock's Perspective Tomorrow night is the annual ball for all Alphas and their mates, a mesmerizing event vibrating with energy and eager anticipation. It's always been a breathtaking symbol of unity and love for those with mates, a celebration that used to stir a twinge of longing in my heart for a mate of my own. For Alphas without a designated mate, they are allowed to bring a plus one. As I ready myself for the ball, I realized I had forgotten to ask Stephanie to be my date. Nervous but brimming with hope, I plan to ask her today. Being inexperienced in the art of courtship, I turned to my niece Melody for guidance. I've always been content with casual relationships, never truly investing the time or effort to connect with someone. But now, I'm resolute in changing that, starting, and ending with Stephanie. My reflection in the mirror raises a skeptical eyebrow as I run a hand through my hair for the umpteenth time. The suit looks sharp, but the guy inside of it. Let's just s

Stephanie's Point of View -- In moments such as these, I yearn for the ability to establish a mind link with my mate. Unfortunately, my gift does not extend to him, though it works with others outside my pack.Melody ushered me to my room with urgency, compelling me to dress without delay. Once she had set me on my task, she retreated to her own quarters to dress herself. Her intention was to examine my appearance and assess my makeup application prior to our departure. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her fussiness. Yet, the endearing blend of peculiarity and charm she radiated made it impossible to deny her this.We would undoubtedly arrive at the Alpha ball in a fashionably late manner