SELENA’S POV "That looks better now," Zander muttered as he smeared some healing salve on my wounded foot. As we sat in front of the fire, the flames casting an orange glow on our faces, Calum's words hung in the air like a dark cloud. "For us to get out of this forest, we need to fight them all off," he said, his tone harsh and unforgiving. I could see the anger in his eyes as he glared at Zander, who was sitting beside me. He was clearly angry with Zander for holding them back.Zander, for his part, remained calm and collected. "I know that," he said evenly. "But I don't want the casualties to be like usual."I raised an eyebrow, curious. "What does 'usual' look like?""You don't want to know," Zander replied, his eyes flicking briefly to mine before returning to Calum.I could feel the tension in the air, and it was clear that Zander was holding back because of me. I knew I had to do something to change that. "I have a plan," I said, breaking the silence.All eyes turned to me, i
ZANDER’S POV "Ouch," I cried out, and Selena let out a laugh."You are just being overly dramatic now, there was nothing in that," She teased revealing an empty cloth piece. As Selena carefully tended to my wounds, I couldn't help but watch her in admiration. Her delicate touch was soothing, and her eyes sparkled with kindness and care. It was moments like these that made me grateful for having her in my life."You're amazing," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.Her smile widened as she looked up at me. "The way you took charge today, it was pretty badass," I said, commending her bravery."Well, maybe I'm growing from being that damsel in distress you met the other day to a badass," she joked, playfully punching me.I chuckled, admiring her spirit. "I don't know what I would do without you," I said, my eyes fixed on hers.Her cheeks turned a shade of pink as she looked away. The silence between us was palpable, and I could feel the tension building. I leaned in closer, o
SELENA’S POV "Home sweet freaking home," I groaned as we approached the poison fang territory.As I parted ways with Zander and the pack, I couldn't shake off the uneasiness that engulfed me. I was returning to the Poison Fang pack after a long absence, and I didn't know what to expect. I had left off a lot of unresolved drama, with Ana and Roy, and now I feel, I went on that camping trip with Zander as a way to escape from facing all that.I walked through the pack, and the familiar sights and sounds hit me. The howling of the wolves, the rustling of the leaves, and the pungent smell of the forest reminded me of my childhood. But my focus was on finding Ana.I went to her room and I couldn't find her, and that was strange to me, she is usually in her room or mine at this time of the day. As I walked, I spotted Lily and Sonia walking towards me, and I knew they would have some answers for me. I approached them, and as soon as they saw me, they stopped in their tracks."Selena, yo
SELENA’S POV "I have always hated the smell of prison and rats," I muttered, and they seem to be synonymous to each other. As I walked into the prison yard, the cold metal bars and the sterile smell of disinfectant hit me like a ton of bricks. The ground was concrete and the walls were made of reinforced steel, towering over me like a symbol of oppression. I could see the other prisoners in their cells, some pacing back and forth, others sitting on their bunks with a defeated look in their eyes. It was a depressing sight, but my focus was on Ana and her predicament.As I approached her cell, I could see the exhaustion in her face, and I knew this was taking a toll on her. The only thing I could do was offer her my support, and so I took a seat beside her.But as I sat down next to her, I knew that I had to put my emotions aside and be strong for my friend. "Ana," I began, "I understand why you did what you did, but running away was not the answer. We could have worked together and
SELENA’S POV Zander was the only one who could help us and I was determined to get him on board with my plans.As I walked into Zander's room, I couldn't help but notice the darkness that surrounded him. It was a comforting darkness, though, one that I had grown to appreciate over time. He sat on his bed, his eyes closed, deep in thought. I took a deep breath, feeling my body relax as I let out a sigh. "Zander, we need to talk," I said softly.I approached Zander cautiously, not wanting to startle him from his contemplation. His presence seemed almost ethereal, as if he existed in a realm beyond the physical. As I stood there, observing him in the silence, I couldn't help but wonder about the depths of his thoughts and the weight of his burdens."Zander," I called out softly, breaking the stillness of the room. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head to face me, a gentle smile playing upon his lips. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice carrying a soothing resonance
ZANDER’S POV I sighed heavily as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. My mind was racing with thoughts of Ana and the risky mission Selena and I had planned. I knew it was the only way to get her out of prison, but the weight of it all was heavy on my shoulders.The room felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on me. Doubt and worry gnawed at my insides, threatening to consume me. I closed my eyes, taking slow, deep breaths, attempting to find solace in the familiar darkness that surrounded me.Selena's unwavering determination and trust in me had brought us this far. Her belief in our mission and her relentless pursuit of justice for Ana had ignited a fire within me, pushing me beyond the confines of my comfort zone. But now, with the critical moment looming ahead, I couldn't help but question my own abilities and the potential consequences of our actions.The image of Ana's face, haunted by injustice and imprisonment, flashed before my
SELENA'S POV:My room is a cell to say the least. Maybe not as bad as an actual cell but it is plain, tiny, nothing but an old, spindly looking bed in the corner and a cheap, pine desk.Tristan has never come to my quarters since he casted me out of his sight and into the worst wing in the house. I consider it a blessing really.The solitude of my room, though stark and austere, offered a respite from the poisonous atmosphere that lingered in Tristan's presence. Here, in the confines of these four walls, I found solace in the silence, allowing my thoughts to roam freely.My stomach growled and I pressed a hand to my abdomen. I was often underfed, surviving on meager scraps of food that I preferred to share with others but since Zander arrived, all that had changed. I ate with him in the grand dining room whenever he was at home and not off defending the pack's territory...Which is where he had been for the past few days.I missed him. But not just because of the protection and comfor
ZANDER’S POVRoy pissed me off more than the way Roy was staring at Selena. MY Selena. With a longing and profound admiration. I abhorred this Roy guy, he was always around Selana.The sight made me feel a twinge of jealousy in my chest, but I quickly pushed it. I couldn't show this level of weakness in front of my men, there were already rumors flying around that I had a soft spot for Selena, Calum had already called her my weakness. "Good day Alpha," Selena greeted me. I frowned at her, hating when she acts so formal with me like my tongue wasn't down her throat days ago. And do they all call me Alpha now? The simpleton bowed low at the waist, stuttering over himself and I almost wanted to put him out of his misery by knocking him out but Selena wouldn't appreciate that."Roy," I said curtly instead, acknowledging him with a nod. "I trust you are fulfilling your duties to the pack?"Roy straightened his posture, his voice laced with determination. "Yes, Alpha Zander. I've been o