ALPHA ASHER'S POVI shifted into my wolf form, my senses heightened as I followed the trail. My nose led me through the woods, past trees and underbrush, as I slowly and cautiously approached the figure moving in the distance. I crept closer, my body tense as I prepared for the worst.As I got closer, I could see that it was a wolf, just like me. I tensed, ready to pounce if necessary.I continued to tread carefully as I approached the wolf. I took in its scent, and my heart raced with excitement as I realized this was the wolf I had been searching for. The culprit was right in front of me.As I continued to advance, I noticed the scars across its body, marking its struggles and battles. I gazed into its eyes, trying to make out any familiarities. But, there was something that nagged at me, something familiar about this wolf that I couldn't place.And then it hit me. The wolf's scent was familiar, so familiar that it felt like I had known it all my life. I was sure I had seen this wol

LIA'S POVI woke up with a start, my heart racing as I heard a loud noise outside. It sounded like someone was in trouble, so I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the window. I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the sleep from my mind, and peered out into the distance.The window was misty from the cool night air, so I wiped away the moisture and looked outside. My eyes grew wide as I saw a group of guards fighting a large wolf. The wolf was so big that the guards were fighting from a safe distance, their spears at the ready as they tried to keep it at bay.I gasped at the sight, my heart racing as I watched the guards trying to defend themselves. The wolf was relentless, its jaws snapping as it tried to get close to the guards. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized how dangerous the situation was.Just then, I saw something coming in my direction. I quickly ducked, my heart pounding as I realized that one of the guards had shot an arrow at the wolf but missed, the arrow co

RAYA'S POVI had approached Alpha Xander in the past with my desire for revenge, but he had refused to act without proof. He told me that he must know if they had truly done the evil before he would punish them for their sins. That's why I had taken matters into my own hands and stolen the reports that would prove their guilt beyond a shadow of a doubt.As I walked through the gates of Alpha Xander's Pack, I could feel the fear and unease that surrounded me. The Pack was vast, the structures towering and majestic, a symbol of the immense power and control that the Lycan king held. The Pack was made up of various buildings and houses, each designed with a specific purpose, and the Packhouse, where Xander held his court, was the largest of them all.I walked through the streets, feeling the weight of the reports that I held in my hands, the proof of the evil deeds committed by Alpha Ryan and Alpha Lance. My heart was filled with anger and a need for revenge, a thirst for justice that ha

RAYA'S POVI rush out of the house and into the neighbourhood, my sense of smell leading me to Lia's location. I spot her hunched over a sand castle, giggling and playing with her friends. The sight of her carefree happiness makes my heart ache. I remember the days when we all used to play like that, before our world was turned upside down.I approach her and grab her arm, pulling her up. "Come on, Lia," I say urgently. "Mom wants us back at the house."Lia resists, pulling back from me. "I don't want to go," she protests. "I'm playing with my friends."I feel frustration welling up inside me. I've been tasked with bringing Lia back and I can't just leave her here. "Come on, Lia," I repeat, pulling harder.But Lia is stronger than she looks. She resists with all her might, her friends cheering her on. I can feel the anger and frustration boiling over inside me and before I know it, I'm pulling her hair and hitting her. I hate myself for what I'm doing, but I can't seem to stop."Raya,

RAYA'S POVThe howl of the wolf echoed through the night, a haunting and mournful sound that sent shivers down the spine. It started low and gradually grew louder, a mournful lament that seemed to embody the sadness of the wilderness. The sound seems to come from all directions, surrounding us and enveloping us in a sea of noise. It was a powerful, haunting sound. As the howl reached its peak, the sound died away, leaving only the soft whispers of the night in its wake.I'm lying on the floor, shivering from the cold and the fear. The sound of the howling wolves is getting closer and closer, and my mother's grip on my hand is getting tighter. I can feel her fear, her anxiety, and I can tell that she is trying to hide it from me.I can't help but cry. I'm scared, I'm lost, and I don't know what is happening. I'm only 11 years old, and I shouldn't have to face this kind of fear. My mother pulls me closer to her, trying to comfort me, but it's not enough. I can hear the howling getting c