Jules’ POVThe tension between Ricky and me hung thick in the air, a reminder of our recent altercation. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ricky didn’t appreciate my efforts to protect us during the bandit attack.As Ricky’s words cut through the tension like a knife, I felt a surge of frustration bubbling up inside me. How could he not see that I was only trying to protect us?But before I could voice my thoughts, Cole stepped in, his calm demeanor a clear difference to the heated atmosphere between Ricky and me.“Hey, guys, let’s take a step back,” Cole interjected, his voice steady and soothing. “I think Ricky has a point. We could have used one of those bandits for questioning.”I glanced at Cole, his words sinking in as I realized the truth in what he was saying. Of course, Ricky wasn’t dismissing my contribution – he was simply pointing out that there was room for improvement in my approach.“Sorry, Ricky,” I muttered, feeling a pang of guilt for letting my temper get the best o

Shannon’s POVAs I lay recovering in the castle, Doctor Lucas approached me with a concerned expression on his face. His diagnosis was straightforward: the suppressor I had been taking was taking a toll on my body, leaving me weak and dizzy.“Shannon, you need to stop or reduce the dose of the suppressor,” he advised gently. “It’s not only affecting your physical health, but it’s also interfering with your wolf nature.”I listened to his words carefully, weighing the consequences in my mind. But despite his warning, I couldn’t shake the fear that had taken root in my heart.I had seen firsthand the destructive power of magic, and I was determined not to let it consume me as it had my father.“I appreciate your concern, Doctor,” I replied, my voice steady. “But I’ll be fine. I need to keep taking the suppressor.”Doctor Lucas sighed, clearly not convinced by my stubborn resolve. But he nodded reluctantly and left me to my own devices.As the days passed, I continued to take the suppres

Shannon’s POV“What?”As I sat in the unfamiliar room with Jaime, the revelation that he was the mysterious hooded figure who visited my mother’s grave left me speechless. My mind struggled to process the whole thing crashing over me.Jaime must have sensed my turmoil, for he spoke softly, his voice tinged with regret. “I know this must come as a shock, Shannon,” he began, his eyes filled with sorrow. “But there are things you need to know.”I was speechless, my mind playing with the implications of his confession. “But why? Why have you been visiting my mother’s grave?”Jaime’s expression softened, and he moved closer, taking a seat beside me. “Your mother… she was someone special to me. We were lovers.” He explained, his voice hinting sadness. “This was long before you and your mother joined the pack, and I was banished so I couldn’t be with her anymore.”I was overcome with a mix of emotions—confusion, and a hint of gratitude. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, my voice barely abov

Cole’s POVAs the relentless bandits closed in on us, my brothers and I fought tooth and nail to reach Shannon, our son in her arms, and Dad. With each swing of our claws and every snap of our jaws, we carved a path through the enemy ranks, desperate to reach them.Finally, we reached their side, relieved to find them unharmed. As the bandits continued to pour into the throne room, we turned to face them, ready to defend our home and our family to the last breath.Their numbers increased and became impossible for us to fight off just the three of us. But just as the tide seemed to turn against us, a sudden shift in the air caught my attention.I glanced at Dad as he shouted a familiar war cry. I was confused, but before I could question him thinking he was joining the fight, a wave of relief washed over me as the royal army emerged from the shadows upstairs and all over the room, the tips of their arrows gleaming in the dim light.Dad gave the order as soon as I am my brothers realize

Shannon’s POVAs the sun began to set, reflecting shadows across the castle compound, I found myself pacing anxiously by the window, my heart heavy with worry.The triplets were supposed to return hours ago from their hunting trip, but there was still no sign of them. Every passing minute felt long and dreadful, and with each one that ticked by, my anxiety grew.“Will they be okay?” I asked Robin for what felt like the hundredth time, my voice filled with fear.“They’ll be fine, Shannon,” Robin replied, his tone calm and reassuring. “They’re strong boys, and they know how to take care of themselves.”I wanted desperately to believe him, but the gnawing feeling of worry in the pit of my stomach refused to go away. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone terribly wrong.As the hours stretched on, I busied myself with caring for Michael, trying to distract myself from the overwhelming sense of dread that threatened to consume me.But no matter how much I tried to focus on my