Stephanie – The legend speaks of wolves finding guidance from the moon goddess in a mystical land. That never happened for us. Instead of otherworldly meetings, there's just Aurina, my shimmering and bothersome wolf companion. I lounged on the soft grass, inhaling its earthy smell, until Aurina pushed me out with a crude, territorial gesture that left me speechless—she urinated right beside my head. "Aurina, really? That's disgusting," I groaned, making a face. "The ground was dirty to begin with," Aurina quipped with a smirk. "I like to believe it was clean," I countered, clinging to a nicer illusion. "Foolish girl," Aurina chuckled in her raspy voice. "I command here, and I won’t let you rest on my turf once I've claimed it." Reluctantly standing, I accepted my place outside her claimed territory. "

Lisa’s Point of View ---I have not existed since that blonde bimbo ran out of Brock's office. He had spent all of his time and manpower trying to find her. When he sent the beta and I a mind-link, I was already in the packhouse.After he took the blonde into the hospital, I smelled her all over him as he registered her. As a matter of fact, I hoped that bimbo would die; he never seemed bothered by other females who ended up in the pack hospital.I reluctantly let some of our pack-Omega's set up rooms for Alpha Silverton's family as Brock requested. I hadn't expected Justin Silverton, one of the sons of Alpha Silverton, to be standing behind me. The most amazing scent I've ever encountered hit me at that moment. There is nothing better than the smell of homemade candy canes. When I was only five, my mother died during the war, so I haven't been able to smell those since.Justin turned me around, kissed me, and I sank into his lips as his heat enveloped me. In the midst of his embrace,

Grayson - Under the canopy of twilight, I clasped Janice's hand, her fingers entwining with mine as they had in the sun-dappled days of our youth. With hearts pounding and the crispness of adventure in the air, we sprinted toward the serene expanse of the lake that lay cradled in the North Shore's embrace. The water beckoned to us like an old friend, its surface sparkled with the last golden rays of a setting sun. For us, who grew up as close as siblings, the lake was our refuge, a place where the symphony of splashes and joyful shrieks became the melody of our existence. As we shed the constraints of our clothing down to the barest of essentials, our laughter echoed with an unrestrained glee reminiscent of a time when life was simpler. The old tire swing, which hung from the wise old oak by the bank, was our chariot. Amid the sounds of creaking rope and our own anticipatory screams, we swung out over the heart of the lake, our bodies slicing through the humid air. With a collective

Brocks's Perspective:My wolf, Jasper, has nearly been driving me insane. It's been nearly a week since Stephanie was taken to the pack hospital. The doctors managed to rid her body of the lethal toxins, and by all accounts, she should be conscious already. But she's not, and now Jasper yearns for me to be by Stephanie's side constantly, holding her hand.Distracted by my worry, I've become a wreck. Tasks of my Alpha role go neglected, furniture lies in splinters, and I've sent more laptops sailing through windows than I care to count.On the second day after Alpha Silverton arrived, I found myself deep in conversation with him. I laid bare the tale of Stephanie's rescue and my guilt over not reaching her sooner, which explains the endless hours I spent by her bedside. We also touched upon the situation with an unwelcome She-wolf in our pack; I needed to arrange for her temporary transfer to his territory—ostensibly to stop her relentless pursuit of me. We decided to move Stephanie to

Janice's point of view –As I paced back and forth, the sharp heels of my stilettos etching grooves into the hard wooden floor, I was oblivious to the damage. My body trembled with fear — the kind of shaking that would've been visible to anyone who happened to be around.The moment Brock would finish reading through all those messages, I was certain he would demand a severe punishment.I nearly succumbed to Missy's influence, who through a series of text messages, talked me out of administering poison into Stephanie's IV. My mind was in chaos, consumed by thoughts of getting rid of Stephanie permanently.Brock and I had been intimate for so many years; losing him felt like losing a destined life partner. My heart ached profoundly as he pulled away from me. Each day without him was like being repeatedly stabbed with a sharp blade. His avoidance was clear – at work, at home, even at pack dinners where his absence coincided with my presence. It was unmistakable, he was distancing himself