جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

Rosalee's Point of View I don’t know how long I’ve been running, but the dense forest is finally thinning, giving way to open patches of land. My legs are burning, and my breath comes in ragged gasps, but I push forward, determined to keep moving. To put as much space between us as possible. As I slow my pace, the sight of rooftops peeking through the trees tells me I’m approaching a town. Relief floods through me, but I know I’m not safe yet, I need to be careful. I shift back into my human form, staying hidden behind the cover of thick foliage. The cool air bites at my bare skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of my wolf form. "I need clothes." I murmur to myself as I crouch low, scanning my surroundings. It takes a few minutes of careful wandering before I spot a small house on the outskirts of town, its backyard lined with a clothesline swaying gently in the breeze. Keeping low and silent, I creep closer, my heart pounding in my chest as I scan the area. No movement

Rosalee's Point of View "Freya." I repeat her name slowly, almost disbelievingly, as if saying it aloud will confirm what my mind is struggling to process. She smiles, tucking a strand of her raven black hair behind her ear. “Yes, Freya. What about you? What’s your name?” I freeze for just a second long enough for her to notice. Freya. The name echoes in my head, loud and persistent. Marcus told me that was my mother’s name. Could it be? Is that why she seems so familiar? Why the moment we locked eyes, I felt something unspoken pass between us? I search her face, high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes that mirror my own. I feel her gaze on me, waiting, her curiosity just as intense as mine. I shake my head, forcing myself to return to the present. “Sorry about that,” I say quickly, my voice steadier than I feel. “My name is Rosalee.” Her expression doesn’t change much, but there’s something, a flicker of recognition? A softening in her features? Or maybe it’s just wishful

Jensen’s Point of View Frustration gnaws at me as I stand outside the diner, the cool air doing little to calm my racing thoughts. I know waiting for Ronan and the others is necessary, but every second feels like an eternity, and I can’t just stand out here doing nothing. It is driving me crazy. Come on, think Jensen! With renewed determination, I push open the door to the diner again, the soft jingle of the bell overhead echoing through the nearly empty room. The comforting warmth inside envelopes me, a sharp contrasts to the biting air outside, and where it would usually soothe me it does nothing now to ease the tension in my chest. The waitress, still behind the counter wiping down some mugs, glances up. Her expression softens when she sees me. I offer her a tight, strained smile. "Sorry to bother you again, but can you maybe tell me about the people my friend left with?" She frowns for a second, thinking about it. "Honestly, not much. Their group pretty much kept to them

Rosalee's Point of View The silence between us stretches unbearably, heavy with unspoken words and emotions neither of us know how to voice. I glance out the window, the faint moonlight filtering through the trees casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Freya sits across from me, fingers tapping a slow rhythm on her knee, her gaze alternating between concern and hope. My stomach churns with a mix of confusion and resentment, but also curiosity. How can I balance all these emotions when my world just turned upside down? I sigh, the weight of it dragging me forward as I rub my clammy hands up and down my jeans. "I don't know what to do now..." I mutter, shrugging helplessly. The vulnerability in my voice surprises even me. Freya lets out a small chuckle, soft and nervous, but not unkind. "Me neither," she admits, offering me a tentative smile. "But... maybe we can start by telling each other a bit more about ourselves? I'd really like to know about your childhood, Rosalee."

Freya's Point of View Rosalee’s words echo in my mind. "That he is the Lycan king." Shock still lingers beneath my composed exterior, but beneath that surprise lies something far more potent. Growing excitement about the opportunity presenting itself to me in the form of my daughter. Fate has handed me something I never anticipated, a direct connection to the enemy. The Lycan King is mated to my own daughter, what are the chances? This could be the key to finally dismantling the Lycans from within. With Rosalee on the inside, feeding me vital information, victory could be closer than I ever imagined. I have to approach this opportunity very carefully. Rosalee doesn’t know the truth about me, about who I truly am. She thinks I’m just her long lost mother, someone searching for redemption and reconnection. If she finds out I’m the Alpha of the Crimsonclaw Pack, the very faction dedicated to eradicating the Lycans, she might turn against me. And I can’t risk that. Not now, when the st