Semua Bab Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice: Bab 111 - Bab 120

WinterBy nightfall, the place was already pitch dark. You couldn’t see anything except the warm light from the patio and porch, and the tiny flickering glows of fireflies dancing in the air.Gem and Karin were out on the patio grilling steak and roasted potatoes for dinner, while Xana and I were in our room, settling in for the night.The cabin only has two rooms, so naturally, Xana and I had to share. Luckily, the room had two separate beds. I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way ,this place didn’t feel mystical or magical at night. No, at night, it gave full-on horror movie vibes.“The internet connection here is trash! Why the hell would you choose a place with zero signal for your birthday retreat?” Xana huffed, pacing back and forth in front of the window while holding her phone up high like it was a sacred artifact. “I need to know what’s going on in both the human and wolf world. Also, I want people to see this new nightmare set your mom made,it’s absolutely gorgeous!”“Thi

Gem immediately shifted into his wolf form, launching himself at the wolf charging toward him and Xana mid-air. His powerful black wolf collided with the beast mid-flight, sending both of them crashing into the trees.Karin didn’t waste a second. With a flash of light, she shifted into her majestic brown wolf form, meeting the second wolf head-on before it could get to her.Then, one of them landed right in front of me.Red eyes glowing like coals.It was the same wolf I saw at dawn.I wasn’t dreaming. It was real. It was real.As Karin and Xana fought the second wolf—Xana having shifted to assist her—I remained face to face with the red-eyed beast. It was as big as Gem’s wolf, maybe even bigger, but there was something about it that made my heart freeze. Its aura screamed danger. Its snarl reverberated through my bones.It lunged.I dodged quickly, rolling to the side. That only made it angrier.It leapt again. I summoned vines from the earth—tree leeches—twisting up its legs and try

Before the Attack in the Mystical ForestI wake up to the sound of chaos—growls, chants, and bodies slamming into the ground outside. Again.I don’t even flinch. Just sigh and stare at the cracked ceiling above me, smirking faintly.Let me guess—another brawl for the title of “strongest male wolf.” Same old bullshit. No medals, no rewards, just pride and blood. That's what happens when you're a bunch of rogues trying to play at being a real pack.People like to throw the word “rogue” around like it's some curse, some warning. But what they don’t understand is every rogue has a story. Every rogue was something before. My pack—no, my family—didn’t start like this. We weren’t born without a name, without rules.We were made this way.My father was the Beta of one of the most powerful packs in the South. Our Alpha was fair, our land strong… until the gods came down with their “justice.” Until they burned everything to the ground.They said we were harboring witches. That we were involved

After the AttackWe made our way back to the pack, shoulders low, feet dragging through the mud. Defeat clung to the air like smoke. Well… they were wallowing in it. I wasn’t.Ares was the first to break the silence. Of course he was.“Dude, we could’ve had her! I still can’t believe they outsmarted us. Me, of all people!” he groaned, smacking his hand against his thigh in frustration.“Big shocker there. Chief’s gonna kill us,” Basec grumbled, kicking a loose stone out of his path.I stayed quiet. My mind wasn’t in the same place as theirs. I wasn’t thinking about the loss.I was thinking about her.Those eyes—blue with a flicker of purple, like lightning trapped in ice. They’d locked onto mine during the fight, and I hadn’t moved. Couldn’t.And that moment when I’d grazed her skin—barely, just enough for our fingers to meet in the chaos. Sparks. Actual sparks. What the hell was that?I should’ve had her. I could’ve outmaneuvered her, tricked her, knocked her out cold and dragged her

“Are you sure you brought it back? I don’t remember seeing it on you when they carried you in,” Mom says, her voice tight as she rifles through my jewelry drawer for what must be the tenth time.“I don’t know, Mom,” I reply, the frustration creeping into my voice. “It was fight or flight over there. I wasn’t exactly looking at my hands.”She pauses and gives me a sharp look.I instantly deflate. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just—stressed. And paranoid. School’s starting soon, and everything’s just... a mess in my head.” I let out a long, shaky sigh and fall back onto my bed.Mom closes the drawer and walks over, sitting gently beside me. She takes my hand, brushing her thumb over my knuckles before pressing a kiss to it.“I know, darling. I know it’s a lot. But you’ve got to stay grounded. You need to be Winter. The rare hybrid. The powerful girl who made even your father believe in the impossible. Don’t let fear drown her. Don’t feed the shadows.”Her words press against someth