SELENA'S POV As soon as I saw Zander standing there, glaring at me and Roy, I could see the visible rage in his eyes, I stood up from the comfortable, cold floor we both sat on and Roy stood up alongside me and we both bowed down."Your Highness," we chorused.He didn't reply, just stood there, glaring at us. And then he turned to face Roy."Leave us," he growled, his voice hoarse. Apart from earlier on with Tristan, I hadn't seen him look this way.Roy looked at me, gesturing with his eyes if he should go. I nodded my head, and he walked away, slowly, turning back every few steps.I was alone with Zander, and he was staring at me. This was one of the moments I wished he had not perfected his deadpan facial expression so that I could read something off his face. I dared not utter a word, no matter how awkward it was staring at him in silence. I wasn't even staring at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. I lowered my head and gazed at the floor instead."Have you been standing here s

SELENA'S POVEverything about this weird camping trip gives me a feeling of déjà vu—I couldn't explain it.As we walked through the woods, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment with Zander's hand in mine. The sound of leaves rustling under our feet was soothing, and the gentle breeze brushed against our faces. I looked up to see Calum leading the pack, deep in conversation with Nazeera. Zander and I walked in the middle, with a group of omega wolves following behind us.Curiosity got the best of me, and I turned to Zander, asking if he and Calum had ever had a falling out. He smiled and shook his head. "We've always had our arguments. Calum used to be the level-headed one, while I was the hot-headed one."I couldn't help but tease him. "Shocking," I said with a smirk.He clenched his jaw slightly. "Do you want to hear the story or tease me?" he asked, with a hint of playfulness in his voice."Tell me," I said eagerly.Zander cleared his throat and began, "There was

SELENA'S POV "Help," I heard a loud scream coming from outside the tent and followed by more screams. I woke up to the sound of chaos. The peaceful campsite we had set up the night before was now overrun by a pack of rogue wolves. I could hear the clash of swords and the snap of arrows as the pack fought to defend themselves.I couldn't find Zander,""Zander," I yelled out. My mind was racing out of my body, but I was trying so hard to keep my composure.I quickly got dressed and grabbed a knife, ready to join the fight, because I knew that I'd be useless in my wolf form."I don't know how to even use these things," I mumbled, but my mind went back to when the Luna would come over to my house and teach me how to use swords and arrows to defend myself. "A good girl must learn to be a bad girl in the battlefield," She would always say and I found it funny. Well, time to be a bad girl.I saw Zander using a sword so well, he was so skillful, he growled as he was about to shift to his

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 "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