Stephanie’s Perspective: As the final minutes of class ticked away, Brock's voice cut through the air, summoning the two wolves whose whispers had captured my attention earlier. The door swung open, proclaiming the arrival of the Gamma flanked by a duo of stern guards tasked with holding their post at the entrance. The trepidation in the wolves' eyes was unmistakable. “Alpha?” the male ventured, a tremor of uncertainty in his tone, “Have we disobeyed some law?” Brock responded with a gentle shake of his head. “No. You're aware of who I am—Alpha Brock Simmons, right? Besides me is my mate, endowed with an extraordinary ability that she cannot always suppress: the power to sift through the minds of individuals from any pack. Tell us, what are your names, and from which pack do you come from?” The female stepped forward. Her voice, a soft murmur, scarcely rose above a whisper. “I'm Ivy, and this is Rowan. We're from the Timberlake Pack.” I was immediately curious. The Timberlake Pack

Staphanie’s perspective: The Fate of Beta Johnson: Alpha Morrison's Justice I insisted on respect; without establishing firm boundaries from the outset, it would forever remain tenuous. So, right from the start of our dialogues, I laid down the law.   "Alpha Silverton-Simmons," he began, a note of unprecedented respect coloring his tone, "I must confess, I've yet to encounter a wolf possessing strength comparable to that of yours. I propose that one of my men partake in interrogating them."   I contemplated his suggestion before replying, "The issue at hand, you see, is the intense anxiety your men harbor towards you as their Alpha. This fear could shroud the truth, leaving us only with half-truths or worse, silence. I believe our Gamma is better suited for this delicacy—the questioning of the young wolves. Under his charge, not only can you and your mates supervise to prevent any misconduct, but we're also more likely to eli

From Stephanie's Perspective: Under the shroud of nightfall, Alpha Morrison charged onto our pack's territory, breaching the darkness with his frantic pace. The urgent summons came almost instantly; Brock and I were to confront the intruder, escorted by our pack's watchful guards. A flicker of recognition gnawed at me—I sensed Alpha Morrison's distinct presence. Yet the unpredictability of Adrian, shrouded in his rogue Alpha aura, left a sliver of doubt. Caution was our unwavering ally in these treacherous times. Silently, we padded back to the packhouse, our paws whispering secrets to the forest floor. Alpha Morrison trailed alongside us, his dominant stride marred by a telltale limp. The walls of Brock's office would soon repeat with his account, unraveling the mystery of his stormy run. I had called my father, as he needed to know we had captured some Yadiel Sympathizers, and one had been executed. My father and my brother of course where on their way over

Stephanie’s Perspective: Agatha must have sensed the surge of anticipation through her witchy ways, because she arrived soon after, flitting through the open window like a wisp of midnight mist. Her presence enveloped the room with a frosty hush, the air suddenly dense with secrets and silent promises of aid.   "Agatha," I began, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest, "we need your help, and we need your discretion." Her sharp eyes, gleaming with the eerie light of her witchcraft, settled on me, keen and calculating. "Stephanie," she breathed, the corners of her lips curling into a knowing smirk, "when have I ever been indiscreet? What mischief brews in your minds this evening?"   "We're hatching a plan to bring Crystal back. She's lost to us, and I fear that without our intervention, she'll drift beyond our reach forever." I paused, steeling myself for what came next. "We want you to cloak Daphne in your shrouds of

Brock’s Perspective:The forest is alive with the whispers of the night, soothing Jasper's distressed mind with every bound we take. Branches lash against my fur like whips, but the physical sting is trivial compared to the emotional turmoil coursing through our shared heart. Jasper's mood swings between anger, confusion, and a poignant grief that threatens to consume us both. Sprinting across the dew-laden underbrush, we came to a clearing bathed in the silver glow of the moon. The majestic orb in the sky pulls at us, a silent beckon for reflection, magnifying our inner discord. As the Alpha, I am meant to lead with clarity and purpose, yet the bond with Stephanie, my mate, has been tainted by doubt, an unfamiliar darkness that Jasper and I are unprepared for.Under the moon's watchful eye, I force the shift back to my human form, a process that normally comes with ease but now feels laborious, a testament to my internal struggle. Naked and