Linda’s Point of View -I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. "Actually, it's 'birdies.' Plural. As in more than one," I corrected him defiantly, but my attempt at bravado was undercut by the high-pitched waver in my voice.Brock's gamma, a burly man named Hank with a nose that had been broken more times than I had hot dinners, sneered—a gold tooth glinting amongst the decay. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise. Two little birdies to play with."Stephanie inched closer to me. "Did you really have to correct him? Now is not the time to be a grammar Nazi, Linda."Linda, trying to diffuse the tension, chimed in with her characteristic deadpan, "In her defense, being captured by a traitorous gamma doesn't mean we have to succumb to grammatical anarchy."As if on cue, Hank lunged forward but stopped short, his eyes flickering with confusion as he collided with the invisible barrier shielding Stephanie and me. Hank, baffled by the sudden and unseen force before him, stumbled backward, r
Stephanies Point of View-- I mind-linked Linda to get in touch with my dad—I couldn't handle his relentless questions anymore. As soon as Linda contacted him, the air filled with the blaring sound of sirens, piercing through the silence. We crouched behind a bush outside the hospital, trying to stay out of sight. The pack hospital was under siege, and the tension in the air was almost suffocating. The lively atmosphere disappeared in an instant as we witnessed the terrifying sight of the rogues seizing the nurses, dragging them by their hair, and callously tying them up. My heart raced with dread as they shoved the nurses into dark closets, and I could feel the fear radiating from them. The primal instincts of my wolf surged within me, anger boiling over as I vowed to protect those innocent souls. Speaking to Linda through the mind link, I told her I was going around back and sneaking in that way. The medical staff needed us, and there was no time to waste. Linda's grip on my arm t
-Stephanie’s Point of View-With a deep sigh, I realized the urgency of saving our new friend with the silver eyes from the hands of the rogue. His assistance in battle had been invaluable. Linda's magical prowess was impressive, but the thought of her having to take a life shook me to the core. She was the lighthearted one among her sisters, a ray of pure light untouched by darkness. I often teased her, calling her the good witch of the south. But now, the threat hanging over us made those jokes feel hollow. We had to protect her, protect us all, from the war that had emerged on our pack grounds.I had to do a double-take when I caught myself referring to this place as "our pack grounds." Have I been spending too much time with Brock and his wolf pack? Time to rein it in. From now on, I'll be glued to my desk at the corporate office. This is definitely not my turf. And the more I think about it, the more I feel like the Luna I swore I'd never become.Before I could stop Linda, she mo
-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
-Brock’s point of view-As I stepped into my office, Stephanie trailing behind me, a surge of anger boiled within me as I cast a disdainful glance at the rogue and the traitor still suspended in the air. They were sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the lives lost in the battle last night. The mere sight of them awakened the primal urge within my wolf to rip our gamma apart for betraying us, especially in the aftermath of the fatalities we suffered.I could feel the weight of responsibility heavy on my shoulders as I contemplated the burden of informing mothers, wives, and children that their loved ones had perished while defending the pack. The conflicting emotions stirred a storm within me, torn between sorrow and the savage desire for vengeance.I sat at my desk, the weight of the situation crushing down on me like a ton of bricks. Stephanie's arrival only added to the mounting pressure. Her presence alone meant more worry, more uncertainty as she t
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
"Silence!" I bellowed, and the crowd simmered down to murmurs. Stephanie stood in the middle, her face pale as moonlight. I came to understand that my gamma retained the ability to establish a mind link still with the pack. I suspected this was his handiwork. Observing the pack members, my expression was severe and commanding. "Who among you received a mind-link from the gamma?" I demanded, asserting my authority. I observed the irate crowd, noting that the majority raised their hands in agreement. Affirming their sentiment with a nod, I then conveyed to them firmly that the time for lenience had come to an end. "Enough!" Brock's voice cut through the turmoil like a knife, his protective arm shooting out to shield her. "She is your future Luna—how dare you insult my mate? Know this: the gamma, the one who sent you that message, is the very traitor that allowed rogues to infiltrate our pack." I hadn't realized the consequences of my disclosure, but by the look on Stephani
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