I swallowed hard, sinking further into my seat. The little girl in my arms clung tighter in fear of the man, and I wanted to show her I could protect her. Deep down, I knew it wasn't true. I was the weakest werewolf in this truck, a harsh reality that weighed heavily on my shoulders. I couldn't let anyone be harmed though. I needed to let my anger simmer out for now and I really needed to rest. The best I could hope for at this point was to strike some kind of deal with the triplets.Closing my eyes, I welcomed the exhaustion to take over. My body was broken, and my soul felt like it was on fire. I knew Athena was hurting too. She pushed too far, and the silver weakened her even more.As blackness took over, my thoughts turned to nightmares. Devon stood before me, tears streaming down his face, pleading for me to understand. Martha and Albert stood by my side, desperately trying to save me. Tracy, Devon's fated mate, appeared in my dreams, crying in pain over her mate's death. Her be

Kiera POVThe guard guided me with a gentle pull to follow her. I wanted to rip out Chase's eyes, but I barely had enough strength to walk. The woman, her brown hair tightly secured in a bun, peered at me with warm yet slightly annoyed chestnut eyes. "We'll freshen you up before heading to the medic. He's got some tricks up his sleeve to speed up healing," she said with a reassuring smile. Despite her kindness, a nagging instinct warned me against trusting her, keeping me silent to respond."Shower quickly and put this on." The guard shoved a blue cotton dress into my hands, then directed me towards a row of showers. The space resembled a vast bathhouse, each stall separated by curtains, creating an atmosphere of shared vulnerability.The water's warmth gave me a brief moment of relief. When the soap touched my open wounds, a sharp burn made me hiss involuntarily. I persevered, scrubbing my body to rid it of the dirt and sins accumulated in the past 24 hours.The haunting image of De

Chase POVI visited those in service to me almost hourly, but Kiera still hadn't woken. Our doctor assured me she just needed rest, but I needed to see her face.After two days, I heard movement in her room, and my eyes were fixed on her door. I held my breath, eagerly anticipating her to open it. Finally, my goddess emerged, and I knew I'd never tire of witnessing her face or hearing her voice.Despite her lingering fatigue, she appeared stronger than when she first arrived. The desire to retaliate against those who harmed her overwhelmed me. Loki was keen on seeking vengeance, but my resilient fire pixie had already defended herself.As she began speaking, her anger was evident. My insides churned, witnessing the intensity of her emotions. I found myself drawn to the dark scowl she cast my way, captivated by the attitude emanating from her sharp tongue.I couldn't be an idiot and completely ignore the glaring facts. It was no coincidence that Jackson was nowhere to be found, and the

Drake POVUpon returning from the South, I retreated to my small cottage I built in the forest when my brothers and I renovated our pack house ten years ago.Each of us designed our section to our liking—mine, a medieval haven with dark colors and magic; Chase's, a sporty, bright space; and River's, a sophisticated area filled with antiques and gold.My largest room in the packhouse was the library. I read at least a book a day. Not those stupid fictional tales, but stories of our past. Legends and myths that people before us claim to be true. There was an insatiable need within me to grasp our history, as if it held the key to my future.The day I discovered my childhood girlfriend, Jasmine, betrayed me, I plunged into the depths of the past. I sought to unravel the mysteries of the dark forest's magic, understand the motivations behind heinous acts driven by the thirst for power, and uncover answers about my mother and sisters. In this pursuit, I lost touch with my current life and

Drake POV"You want to die!" I bellowed, watching as she expelled a gruesome mix of water, blood, and silver at my feet. Anger surged within me; the notion that she would embrace death seemed utterly senseless."I am dying! What do you care anyways? I'm nothing without Athena! I'm nothing!" She retorted, weakly pushing at my chest. Her defeated words cut through the air. Yet, she wasn't nothing; she was everything, and it was time she grasped that truth. Determined, I seized her arm and led her outside."Get off me! I hate all of you arrogant bastards!" Her screams and punches echoed, a cacophony of frustration.Arriving at my secluded cottage, a refuge from prying eyes, I forcefully placed her on the ground, standing tall with my wolf forward."Do you think you're too weak to survive by yourself?""I am weak." Her voice trembled, a delicate tone of vulnerability. "This damn bracelet is killing me, stripping away my wolf and making me vomit every few hours. I can't heal, I can't fight