ALANA'S POVI woke up with a jolt, my lungs filling with a rush of air. The sound of my breathing echoed loudly in the quiet room, the only sign of life. I attempted to move, to rise, but was unable to. Something was restraining me—something tight and painful. Looking down, I saw my wrists and ankles bound by ropes coated with silver, their harsh grip digging painfully into my flesh. My vision was blurry, as if I were peering through a mist, and I felt weak and heavy, as though submerged underwater."Where am I?" I croaked, my throat dry and sore. "What's going on? Where is everyone?”I didn't know where I was or what was happening. The last thing I remembered was the party, the happy faces, and the cheers. Then, after a wave of nausea from drinking my wine, the world spun out of control before it all went blank. An overflow of fear shot through my chest as I thought of my children. Where were they? Were they safe? I started to thrash against my bonds, shouting for help, hoping some

KAI’S POVThe harsh grip of sadness have wrapped its fingers around my heart like a suffocating vine, pulling me deeper into the depths of this madness that has held me captive for days now. I’ve become a prisoner within the confines of my room, a self-imposed exile from the world outside.The taste of food had become foreign to me, and the sight of another human being that wasn't Alana or my children was a luxury I denied myself. My only companions were two empty bottles of potent whiskey, their contents now swirling in my stomach, numbing the seething pain coursing through my chest.Alana left. She did. The stark reality of her departure has morphed into a relentless nightmare in my existence, one from which I can’t seem to awaken.I was a man, deprived of his family, devoid of an heir, a hollow shell with no purpose, no reason to continue living. Here I was, sprawled on the cold, hard floor of my room, I lay motionless, staring at the top white ceiling above my head. Suddenly, the

CAMERON’S POVI jolted awake, my heart pounding against my ribs as if yearning for escape. I had just experienced a terrifying dream in which I was a helpless observer of a tragic event involving my family.As I lay there, attempting to soothe the rush of my high, the nightmare continued to haunt me. It filled my mind with visions of the pack party, which was meant to be our crowning moment.Chase and I had spent years preparing to assume the roles of the Alpha pair. However, just as in my dream, everything fell apart in an instant. My mind was in a whirlwind, attempting to assemble the fragments of the previous night’s events.I opened my heavy eyelids, only to find myself engulfed in pitch-black darkness. I couldn’t see a thing, not even my hand in front of my face. From the cold, hard sticky surface against my back and the foul smell that hit my nostrils, I knew I wasn’t in my room. So, where was I?I struggled into a sitting position, my back meeting the damp wall behind me. I gro

KAI’S POVThe night was a blur of shadows and fading moonlight as I led my group of elite warriors through the dense forest. Our breaths were ragged, and our hearts pounded in our chests like war drums. Yet, we ran with single-minded determination.We were racing against time, against fate itself, to reach the Oceanic Pack and save Alana and the children from the evil grip of that monster Klaus. The stakes were high, and the tension was palpable. It was a night that promised either a bloody victory or nothing at all. My mind was resolute, and my decision was irrevocable.“Run faster!” I shouted to my men as we sprinted along the path stretching out before us. The moonlight barely illuminated our way, casting dreadful shadows on the trees. “We don’t have much time!”"We're almost there," Adam, my second-in-command, mind-linked me. Despite our issues, he was still as resilient and loyal as I remembered him to be. His fierceness could be seen in his determination as he forged ahead like

CAMERON’S POVWithout warning, Klaus’s rogue wolves launched a vicious attack at us—a storm of fur and fangs. As our father chased after Klaus, we were left to face the onslaught of his men, leaving us outnumbered and outmatched. Adam, our father’s loyal Beta, stood his ground. His movements were a blur of speed and strength as he fought beside us, defending us from the enemy.The air was thick with dread, a suffocating fog that made every breath a struggle. Chase and I locked eyes, silently communicating our shared burden. We both knew that Klaus had lied to our father earlier. He had not killed our mother, Cassie, nor Willow, as he had claimed. We could still feel her warm presence through the mate bond, a living pulse that connected us to her.If she had been dead, that bond would have been shattered. It would have left a gaping hole in both of our souls. However, that has not been the case. This leads us to conclude that if Willow was alive, then Mother and Cassie were also likely