The morning after feels peaceful. The soft light of dawn filters through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. Apolloh’s steady breathing is a comfort, and I find myself staring at him. His sleeping gaze is calm, serene. I trace the outline of his face, marveling at how much has changed in such a short time. It feels like I’m seeing him for the first time in so many ways—this Alpha, this mate, this stranger who’s quickly becoming someone I never thought I’d trust.

  I think about everything that’s happened between us, how I’ve never felt so conflicted, yet so connected. The bond between us, though new, is strong—stronger than I ever expected. I’m not sure where this is going, but it doesn’t scare me like I thought it would. I think… maybe it’s something to believe in.

  ?

  But then, everything changes. My face twists, and a terrible feeling surges through me—like something’s about to go horribly wrong. I gasp, and my body reacts before my mind can catch up. I run to the bathroom, barely making it in time, and throw up.

  The sound of the door creaking behind me alerts me, and I hear Apolloh’s voice, sharp with concern. “Laika?”

  I don’t have time to respond before I feel his presence. He’s there, crouching behind me. His hands gently pull my hair away from my face, and he begins rubbing circles on my back, his touch soothing. He stays silent, waiting patiently for me to finish, his warmth surrounding me in the chaos.

  When the wave of nausea finally subsides, I feel him help me back to the bed, his strong hands supporting me.

  I climb under the covers, hoping the worst of it is over, but then it hits me again. The familiar, agonizing pain spreads across my chest, my abdomen, and I double over, gasping.

  Apolloh reacts immediately, panic flashing in his eyes. “Eli! Kira!” He shouts down the hall.

  Both rush to the room, the sound of their hurried footsteps growing louder. Eli reaches the door first, pushing Apolloh aside with urgency. He enters without hesitation, kneeling next to me. His hands move expertly as he examines me, and for a moment, I feel like the world is spinning again.

  Finally, the pain starts to subside, and Eli speaks, his voice low and serious. “This pain you’re feeling… it’s from your wolf, Laika. She’s trying to take control.”

  The room goes quiet. I stare at Eli, confusion and fear flooding my mind.

  And then, Eli drops the news. “Laika, you’re pregnant.”

  The words hit like a punch. Apolloh’s face mirrors my shock, his breath catching in his throat. Slowly, his hand comes to rest on my stomach, his touch gentle, like he’s afraid I’ll break. His face softens with an expression I can’t quite read—wonder, awe, disbelief.

  But then, Eli’s voice cuts through the moment. “You have to let your wolf take control, Laika. If you don’t stay in your wolf form for at least three days and let her have control, you’ll lose the pregnancy.”

  “This doesn’t make sense. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been pregnant before. How will I know how to protect the baby?”

  Eli’s gaze softens, and he steps closer, kneeling beside me. “Laika,” he says gently, his voice steady and comforting. “You may not know how to protect the baby now, but your wolf will guide you. It’s a bond that’s more instinctive than anything else. As your pregnancy progresses, that maternal instinct will awaken. Your wolf will be there, teaching you what you need to know.”

  He pauses, letting his words sink in before continuing. “When the time comes, you’ll instinctively know how to protect the pup, just like every mother does. It won’t be a matter of thinking about it—it will be a part of you. The same way your wolf is becoming a part of you again. Trust in that.”

  I nod slowly, trying to make sense of his words. It feels impossible, like there’s no way I could just… know what to do. But Eli’s calm presence is reassuring, and I take a shaky breath, hoping that somehow, it will all become clearer.

  “I want to believe that,” I murmur, my voice quieter than I intended. “But what if I can’t… what if I can’t protect them the way I should?”

  Eli’s expression softens, and he places a hand on my shoulder, his touch firm yet reassuring. “It’s just first-time mother worries, Laika. You’re not the only one to feel uncertain, even if your circumstances are… different.” He pauses, giving me a moment to absorb his words. “I cannot answer everything for you. Some things, you’ll have to consult with your wolf. Trust in her, and trust that your instincts will guide you when the time comes.”

  I take in a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words settle in. As much as I want to fight it, as much as it seems like an impossible situation, I can’t deny what’s happening. The reality of it washes over me in waves, and finally, I accept it. The weight in my chest isn’t just fear—it’s something else. Something undeniable.

  This is happening. I’m going to be a mother. And this… this pup will be mine—ours—to protect.

  Kira steps forward, her eyes wide with surprise and happiness. Without saying a word, she pulls me into a tight embrace. Her arms are warm and comforting, and for a moment, I let myself lean into her, feeling the weight of everything settle a little more.

  “I’m so happy for you, Laika,” she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

  I smile faintly, still processing everything, but the sincerity in her words brings me comfort. After a moment, she pulls away, giving me one last look before heading toward the door. “I’ll leave you two to talk. If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”

  When the door closes behind her, the room feels quieter, more intimate. Apolloh is still standing at the edge of the bed, and his gaze is fixed on me—on the life growing inside me. Slowly, he walks over and kneels beside me, his hands trembling slightly as they hover over my stomach. His touch is gentle when he finally places one hand on my abdomen, like he’s afraid to disturb something so fragile, so precious.

  His expression is full of wonder, amazement, and something deeper I can’t quite place. He looks at me, his eyes soft but intense. “I can’t believe this is real,” he whispers, almost to himself. “You’re carrying our pup…”

  He moves then, his other hand reaching up to cradle my face, and I lean into his touch, feeling the weight of the moment. “We’re going to protect them,” he says, his voice filled with awe and a quiet determination.

  ~~~

  The day has started to warm up, and Apolloh and I decide to take a walk around the Pack’s grounds. The sun is bright, casting a soft golden hue across everything. The air feels fresh, and it’s a welcome change from the heaviness of the past few days.

  As we walk side by side, the weight of the world feels a little lighter. Apolloh’s hand brushes against mine every so often, and each time, I feel that small, electric jolt. It’s comforting, reassuring.

  We pass by the training grounds where the older wolves spar, but we don’t stop—our footsteps carry us further, deeper into the Pack’s territory. The tents, with their intricate designs and warm colors, give the area a sense of community. I can feel the Pack’s energy in the air, their unity and strength.

  ?

  Eventually, we find ourselves near a small open area, surrounded by a few tents and the sound of playful laughter. A group of Pups—maybe four or five of them—are running around, chasing each other in wild circles. Their laughter is infectious, full of joy and innocence.

  One of the Pups, a young she-wolf with bright eyes, spots us and immediately runs over, awe and excitement plastered on her innocent little face. “Luna Laika!” she calls out, her voice full of excitement. “Play with us!”

  The other Pups gather around, looking at us with eager, expectant expressions. Apolloh glances down at me, his smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

  “What do you think?” he asks, his voice soft, teasing.

  I glance at the Pups, then back at him, my heart lifting with a sense of warmth. It’s such a simple thing, but seeing them so happy makes everything feel lighter.

  “I think we could use a little fun,” I reply, grinning.

  Apolloh grins, his eyes lighting up as the pups challenge him to a game of tag. He’s fast, his movements fluid, and he dodges their attempts to catch him with ease, all while laughing and encouraging the pups to keep trying. The joy in his face is contagious, and I can’t help but smile as I watch him.

  I stand a little off to the side, leaning against one of the nearby tents, my hand subconsciously resting on my stomach. The warmth in my chest isn’t just from the sun, but from seeing Apolloh so carefree. There’s a weight that’s been lifted, and for a moment, everything feels… right.

  As the game continues, a small figure approaches me—one of the younger pups. He’s small, even compared to the others, his curly hair a mix of soft browns. He’s looking up at me with a serious expression, his little fee planted firmly on the ground.

  “Do you want to play a game with me, Luna Laika?” he asks, his voice earnest and full of intent.

  I blink in surprise, but then smile warmly at him. “Of course, little one. What game do you want to play?”

  The pup’s eyes light up, and after a moment of thought, he jumps up and down a little. “We can play hide and seek! I’m really good at hiding,” he says proudly.

  I blink in surprise, then a laugh escapes me, soft and full of warmth. The seriousness on his little face is so endearing. “Alright, alright,” I say, my smile growing. “You’re already a pro at this game, huh?”

  The pup’s eyes light up. “I’m really good at hiding!” he says proudly.

  I chuckle and nod. “Well, you’d better run and hide, then. I’ll count, and you better find a good spot!”

  The pup bolts away, his little feet scrambling across the ground as he disappears behind one of the tents. I start counting, my voice playful as I keep my eyes on the spot where he vanished.

  “One… two… three…”

  The sound of little feet fades as the pup runs off to hide, and I keep counting, my smile still lingering. The excitement in the air is contagious. I glance over at Apolloh, who’s still playing tag with the other pups, but now he’s watching me with a curious expression, as though waiting for me to join in.

  I take a deep breath, the sun warming my skin. I can’t help but feel at peace in this moment, the simplicity of the game pulling me out of my head, making everything feel a little lighter.

  “…Twenty,” I finish the count, then pause for a moment, scanning the area. “Ready or not, here I come!”

  I take a few steps forward, my eyes darting around for any signs of movement. The little pup is a good hider, and I know I’m in for a challenge. I step carefully, looking behind the tents, around the trees, and beneath the low-hanging branches, letting my senses stretch out.

  It doesn’t take long before I hear a soft giggle from behind one of the larger tents. A grin spreads across my face as I move closer, pretending to search the other side.

  I step carefully, my eyes darting from side to side as I scan the area. The pup is a good hider, and I’m starting to think he’s more clever than I gave him credit for.

  I pause for a moment, listening carefully. There’s a faint rustling to my left, and my eyes narrow. A little giggle escapes, but it’s quickly stifled. My grin widens as I move in that direction, pretending not to notice.

  I slip around the other side of the tent, my heart picking up with excitement. “I hear you,” I call out playfully, making my voice louder to try to coax him out. “You can’t hide forever!”

  For a second, I think I’ve spotted him—his hair peeking out from behind a pile of blankets—but just as I reach out, he darts away, his small feet carrying him into another corner of the space. I’m momentarily caught off guard, but it only makes the chase more fun.

  With a laugh, I turn and start after him again, quickening my pace. The pup’s giggles lead me through the tents, and I can see Apolloh watching from a distance, his grin spreading as he sees me trying to catch the little one.

  Finally, with a quick movement, I corner him near a large barrel. The pup giggles and gives a small groan in defeat, but he can’t hide the smile that stretches across his face.

  “Gotcha!” I say, crouching down to scoop him up in my arms, my heart light. His laughter is contagious, and I feel my own smile grow.

  As I scoop the little pup into my arms, I feel his small weight against me. His eyes slowly closing now, the energy of the game starting to fade as his eyelids grow heavy.

  “You’re a good hider, you know that?” I say softly, gently cradling him against my chest. His giggles are starting to slow down as he yawns, snuggling into the crook of my arm.

  I turn to head back toward where the other pups are still playing with Apolloh. As I walk, the little one’s grip loosens slightly, and I can feel the pull of sleep setting in. His tiny breaths become slow and steady, and I smile as I glance down at him, content to let the moment stretch out.

  When I reach the group, Apolloh looks up, still laughing with the others as they run around. He notices the sleepy pup in my arms and grins, his eyes softening as he takes in the sight.

  “Looks like someone’s ready for a nap,” he comments, stepping over to me. The other pups are still bouncing around, but there’s a soft quietness that settles over the scene, a warmth that lingers in the air.

  I nod, carefully settling the little one against my chest as I lower myself to sit down. “He played hard, didn’t he?”

  Apolloh sits beside me, watching the pups with a fond expression. He leans in just enough to press a gentle kiss to my temple. “You’re good with them,” he says quietly, his voice full of warmth.

  The soft sound of the pups’ laughter fills the air, but it feels like the world has slowed down just for a moment—peaceful, calm, and full of joy.

  We sit there quietly, letting the sounds of the pups’ laughter and play begin to fade. One by one, they start to slow down, their movements becoming more sluggish as their little bodies grow tired. The energy of the game has worn off, and soon, the once-animated scene becomes a soft, sleepy gathering.

  The pup in my arms stirs slightly, his head resting against my chest, his breathing deep and even now. I can feel the warmth of the moment settle around me as I gently stroke his soft fur.

  Apolloh shifts beside me, his arm resting casually across the back of the bench. We both watch as the other pups, tired from the excitement, begin to wander over to us, seeking out warmth and comfort. Slowly, one by one, they curl up around us, their tiny bodies seeking the nearest safe space to rest.

  A few of the pups, too sleepy to do much else, crawl onto Apolloh’s lap, their little hands pressing gently against his chest as they settle in for a nap. He laughs softly as one of them climbs higher, ending up with his tiny head resting on Apolloh’s shoulder. Another curls up on his feet, as they snuggle into the warmth.

  It’s a quiet, peaceful sight. I can’t help but smile, feeling an unexpected sense of contentment settle over me. The pups are trusting, peaceful, and completely at ease. And for the first time in a long while, I feel the same way—surrounded by warmth, with Apolloh at my side and the pups in our care.

  I let out a soft sigh, leaning against Apolloh, my hand gently resting on the little one still in my arms.

  The quiet fills the air, the soft sounds of sleeping pups and the gentle rustling of small bodies as they curl tighter into their peaceful nests. Apolloh and I remain still, the warmth of the pups pressing against us. His hand rests on mine, fingers brushing gently, and I feel the calmness in his touch, grounding me further into this moment of serenity.

  A soft sigh escapes me as I look down at the little one still cradled in my arms. His breathing is steady now, a small, content smile on his face as he sleeps. It’s almost as if time has slowed, and for a few minutes, there’s nothing else in the world but this warmth, this peace.

  Apolloh’s gaze drifts down to the sleeping pups in his lap, his expression softening. “They’re good kids,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection. “They’ve got a lot of love to give.”

  I nod in agreement, feeling my heart swell. “They just need someone to believe in them.” I look up at him, and for a moment, our eyes meet in that quiet, unspoken understanding. We both know how important it is for these little ones to feel safe and cared for.

  But before either of us can say anything else, the soft sounds of footsteps approach, and the quiet hum of voices fills the air.

  Two she-wolves, the caregivers of the orphanage, appear, their faces gentle and kind as they approach us. They move with quiet grace, their expressions warm as they look down at the pups. One of them smiles softly at Apolloh and me before gently kneeling down beside us.

  “Time for bed, little ones,” she says, her voice soothing. The pups, still half-asleep, lift their heads with sluggish grins, stretching their tiny limbs before crawling off of Apolloh’s lap and into the arms of the caregivers.

  One by one, they’re gently lifted and carried away, murmuring sleepy words as they’re taken back toward the orphanage’s sleeping quarters. The sound of their soft chatter fades as they disappear into the distance, leaving the quiet peace behind.

  The little one in my arms shifts slightly, still nestled against me, his tiny body warm and content. I smile softly, holding him just a moment longer before I gently adjust him in my arms, making sure he’s comfortable.

  I hold the little one in my arms for just a moment longer, feeling his warmth against me, his small breaths soft and steady. But as the caregivers gently approach, I know it’s time to let go.

  I glance up at Apolloh, who’s still watching the retreating pups, a soft smile on his face as he catches the quiet beauty of the moment. His gaze shifts to me, and he nods, as if understanding what I’m thinking.

  One of the caregivers, a she-wolf with a warm smile, approaches us. She gently extends her arms, her expression tender as she gazes at the pup in my arms. “I’ll take him from here,” she says, her voice soft as a whisper. “Thank you for letting him rest with you.”

  With a reluctant sigh, I nod and carefully hand the little pup over to her. He shifts slightly in her arms but doesn’t fully wake, still content and peaceful.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she adds with a gentle smile, before she turns and walks back toward the orphanage, the little one snuggled securely against her chest.

  Apolloh and I watch her go, the sound of her footsteps gradually fading into the distance. The calm of the moment lingers in the air, but there’s a quiet sense of finality now, as the day winds down.

  ~~~

  Later in the day, everything feels different—heavier, charged with anticipation. The peaceful atmosphere we had earlier is gone, replaced by the unspoken weight of what’s to come. The time has arrived for the leaders and Elders of the pack to head out for the meeting with Xenon.

  There’s a noticeable shift as Apolloh, Jaxe, Zia, and the others gather in the main hall of the fortress. The air is thick with purpose, and everyone is focused. The usual chatter has died down, replaced with the soft sound of weapons being checked, supplies being organized. It’s as if everyone knows what’s ahead, but no one is quite sure what it will bring.

  I stand off to the side, my hands clasped in front of me, trying to still my racing thoughts. The tension is palpable, the energy around us like a storm on the horizon. Xenon is not someone to take lightly. His reputation, his power—everything about him seems dangerous and unknown, and I can’t shake the feeling of dread settling in my chest.

  Apolloh’s gaze catches mine across the room. He walks over slowly, his eyes softening as he approaches. He looks… concerned, though he tries to hide it. When he’s close enough, he lowers his voice, just loud enough for me to hear.

  “You okay?” he asks quietly, his tone gentle but filled with an undertone of worry.

  I try to steady myself, shaking my head slightly. “Just… thinking,” I murmur, my gaze flickering toward the door where everyone is starting to gather. The uncertainty of what’s to come weighs heavily on me.

  Apolloh watches me for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. He places a hand on my arm, his touch warm and steady. “It’s going to be alright. I’ll be there with you.”

  I offer him a small, grateful smile, but the knot in my stomach doesn’t loosen. There’s too much unknown. Too much at stake. And all I can do is hope we’re ready.

  Jaxe and Zia walk up then, and I can tell even they feel the shift in the air. Jaxe looks as calm as ever, but there’s a glint in his eyes that betrays his concern. Zia, of course, is her usual unpredictable self, but even she can’t quite mask the serious energy surrounding us now.

  “We’ll be ready,” Jaxe says simply, his voice steady, though the undertone of uncertainty is there. Zia nods sharply beside him, her usual wildness subdued for once.

  The moment we step outside, the air feels cooler, sharper. The sun is beginning to dip beneath the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of pink and orange. I can feel the shift in the atmosphere as the pack gathers, all of us standing close together, ready to head out. The weight of the journey ahead is real now, and the tension that had been hanging in the air all day is still there—unspoken, but ever-present.

  Without needing to exchange words, we all know what’s coming next. This is the moment when we leave everything behind and become the wolves we were born to be. The moon will rise soon, and with it, the pull to shift. The power that thrums through my veins, eager to be released, is undeniable.

  Apolloh looks over at me one last time before we both begin to shift. I can see the tension in his muscles, the focused calm that settles over him as his body starts to change. His bones crack, his face elongates, and his eyes—his wolf’s eyes—glow with a steady intensity. I can feel the pull in the air as his wolf emerges, and I know mine isn’t far behind.

  I close my eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath, feeling the rush of energy coursing through me. When I shift, it feels like I’m stepping into another world, one where everything is sharper, clearer. I can feel the earth beneath my paws, the cool wind that brushes against my fur, and the weight of the pack at my back. There’s something freeing about it, something raw and powerful.

  As soon as we’re all in wolf form, the tension from before seems to lift. Apolloh, Jaxe, Zia, and the others all stand in formation, ready to run. We’ve done this before—many times—but today feels different. The urgency in the air makes everything feel more pressing, more dangerous.

  Apolloh’s voice, low and steady, carries through our minds. “Let’s move out.”

  With that, we take off.

  The world blurs around us as we run, the ground rushing beneath our paws. The wind whips past, the scents of the forest and the earth mixing together, filling the air with their wildness. We run for miles, our bodies pushing to go faster, harder, the pull of the meeting with Xenon driving us forward. Every step is a rhythm, every breath is a heartbeat, and all I can do is keep up.

  I can feel the strength of the pack around me, each wolf moving in perfect harmony, yet still, there’s a sense of individual focus. We each know what’s at stake, and none of us will slow down.

  As the night draws on and the moon rises higher in the sky, the forest becomes quieter. We eventually slow, each of us feeling the strain of the run in our muscles. We find a small clearing, the trees towering around us, and we take a moment to rest. The air is cool, but there’s a warmth that spreads from within, from the bond of everyone here.

  I drop to my haunches, my body tired but steady. Apolloh sits beside me, his wolf still alert, though the tension in his body has lessened. His gaze shifts toward me, and in that moment, we’re still—both of us, quiet, watching the world around us.

  The rest of the pack falls into place, each of us finding a space to rest for the night.

  “We’ll sleep for a few hours,” Apolloh says, his voice in my mind. “Then we continue.”

  I nod in agreement, the exhaustion settling in as my eyes begin to close. There’s no time to waste, but for now, we’re safe. For now, the moment is ours.

  After a few hours of rest, the pull of our human forms calls to us. We shift again, each of us returning to the state we’re most familiar with, but still, the energy from our wolves lingers beneath the surface. The night air is cooler now, and I can feel the dampness of the earth beneath my feet as I stand. My body aches from the run, but it’s a satisfying ache, the kind that lets you know you’ve done something important.

  Apolloh stands beside me, shifting back into his human form, his powerful wolf physique now replaced by the strength of his human body. His eyes meet mine, a silent understanding passing between us. There’s still so much uncertainty ahead, but in this moment, we’re simply two people—two beings—taking a breath together.

  “Let’s eat,” he says, his voice low but filled with that calm assurance that always seems to settle around him.

  We gather around a small fire, the crackle of the flames the only sound besides the occasional rustling of the trees around us. The pack has prepared a meal, simple but hearty. Steaks of venison and roasted vegetables, fresh fruit, and water. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s everything we need.

  I settle down beside him, the warmth of the fire comforting in the cold night air. The smell of food is intoxicating, and though I’m exhausted, my body feels ravenous. I take a bite, savoring the richness of the flavors as I chew, my mind still racing.

  “We’ll be ready,” Apoloh says between bites, his voice steady. “No matter what happens tomorrow, we’ll be ready.”

  I nod, but a part of me still feels the weight of the unknown. Xenon, the Elders, the politics of it all—it’s so much to hold onto, and for a moment, I feel a wave of vulnerability pass over me. But then I look at him, at Apolloh, and something in me steadies.

  “You’re right,” I say softly. “We will be.”

  After dinner, we clean up quickly, ensuring everything is packed and ready for the journey ahead. There’s no time to waste. As the fire dies down, we prepare to shift once again.

  Apolloh’s hand brushes mine as we move to the edge of the clearing, the quiet understanding between us deepening. We let the night take hold of us, the pull of the wolf stronger now as we return to that form once again. Our bodies shift effortlessly, the process feeling like second nature, as if it’s always been this way.

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  Once we’re wolves again, we curl up around each other, the warmth of our bodies offering comfort in the cool night. The pack gathers around, each wolf finding their space. The night is still, the only sounds the distant calls of other animals in the forest and the soft rustle of the leaves in the wind.

  I feel Apolloh’s presence beside me, a reassuring force in the quiet of the night. His wolf settles beside mine, and I close my eyes, exhaustion settling deep into my bones.

  Tomorrow will come soon enough. But for now, we have this. We have each other.

  And that’s enough.

  ~~~

  The next morning, we wake early. The day starts with a light breakfast before shifting and running again. This routine becomes second nature over the next few days—our muscles working together as one with the land. Each day, we cover more ground, stopping only when the sky dims with the fading sunlight.

  At nightfall, we settle down in the quiet. A simple dinner is shared under the stars, the air filled with the scent of earth and the fire crackling in front of us. Afterward, we return to our wolf forms, curling up to sleep under the moon’s watchful gaze, the bond between Apolloh and me growing stronger with each passing moment.

  The days blur together, running, stopping, resting, eating. It becomes a rhythm we move with, and every night, I feel the shift in myself, the change I’m growing more used to, the pull of the bond, of the pregnancy, and the feeling that something big is coming.

  ~~~

  After four days of traveling, the terrain changes. The air thickens with tension as we approach the place where we’ll meet Xenon. The landscape is unfamiliar, cold winds sweeping across the land. We stop at the edge of a large, open clearing, where several figures stand waiting. The Pack’s leaders are gathered, but all eyes are on the one who stands apart from them—Xenon.

  Apolloh shifts first, his eyes cold as he faces his older sibling. I hesitate for only a moment before following him, my wolf restless, aware of the gravity of this moment. The tension in the air is palpable.

  Xenon doesn’t speak right away, only watching Apolloh with a calculating gaze. There’s something unsettling in the way he looks at us, but I can’t quite place it.

  The meeting begins quietly, the Elders exchanging brief words, and Xenon’s voice cuts through the silence when he speaks.

  “Your Pack grows weaker, Apolloh,” Xenon says, his tone neutral but firm. “There are those who question your leadership.”

  The words sting, but Apolloh stands tall, his eyes narrowing. “I will do what’s necessary to ensure our survival,” he responds, voice unwavering.

  The tension is thick enough to choke on, the air swirling with unspoken threats.

  I stand beside Apolloh, unsure of what to say or how to act. The pack’s future feels uncertain now, and everything in my gut tells me that this meeting could change everything.

  The tension in the air hangs heavy as the silence stretches on, only broken by the rustling of leaves in the wind. The words Xenon spoke still echo in my ears, the sting of his criticism settling in my chest. Apolloh’s jaw is set, his muscles taut with barely restrained anger, but there’s something colder in his eyes—something more controlled than I’ve ever seen before.

  “Enough standing around,” Xenon says, his voice slicing through the quiet like a blade. He steps forward, motioning for us to follow him. “Come. We’ll speak inside.”

  Inside? My pulse quickens. The sudden shift in his tone, the command in his voice, feels like an invitation into a hidden world. My wolf stirs uneasily, sensing something unfamiliar. We shift and follow without question, crossing the open clearing into what appears to be an ancient stone structure that stands tall and silent at the edge of the forest. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before—a building with thick walls and towering columns, a fortress of some kind, a far cry from the tents and makeshift shelters we’ve grown accustomed to.

  Xenon walks ahead without another word, his steps purposeful and steady. Apolloh remains close, his eyes never leaving his brother, as if searching for something in those cold, calculating depths. I follow them, my footsteps hesitant but determined, unsure of what awaits inside.

  The door is heavy, carved with intricate symbols that seem to pulse with a faint energy I can’t place. It groans as Xenon pushes it open, revealing a vast, dimly lit hallway that stretches deep into the building. The air inside is thick with history, the walls lined with strange tapestries and ancient carvings. I can’t make sense of the imagery, but it feels like a place forgotten by time—a place where secrets are kept.

  “Come,” Xenon calls again, his voice echoing through the halls as he moves deeper into the structure. “You’ll want to hear what I have to say, I assure you.”

  Apolloh and I exchange a brief glance, his gaze unreadable. Whatever is about to happen, I know it’s not going to be easy.

  We follow Xenon into a large, circular room at the center of the building. The walls are adorned with more tapestries, and the room is dominated by a massive stone table in the center, surrounded by chairs carved from the same dark stone. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and burning incense, and the flickering light from the candles casts long, shifting shadows across the floor.

  Xenon takes a seat at the head of the table, his posture straight and commanding. Apolloh and I stand, unsure of where to place ourselves, before Xenon motions for us to sit.

  “This is the heart of our Pack,” Xenon begins, his voice carrying the weight of a leader who has seen it all. “And this is where the future will be decided.”

  I glance at Apolloh, my heart pounding in my chest. The tension between the two brothers is palpable, like an electric current running through the air. There’s so much I don’t understand, but I know enough to feel the weight of what’s happening. This isn’t just a simple meeting—it’s a confrontation that will determine the fate of everything we’ve worked for.

  Xenon’s gaze turns to Apolloh. “I’ve heard your plans, but there are still those who question your leadership. Your bond with Laika—this pregnancy—it will only make things more complicated. You’re bringing unnecessary risk to the Pack.”

  Apolloh’s hand clenches into a fist, but he doesn’t speak immediately. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the struggle within him as he tries to control his emotions. Finally, he leans forward, his voice calm but firm. “I will protect this Pack. If anyone threatens it, they’ll have to go through me.”

  Xenon’s lips curl into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “That’s the problem, Apolloh,” he says quietly. “You’ve always been too focused on protecting your Pack from the outside. But you’ve neglected the dangers from within.”

  I feel a chill crawl down my spine at his words, a weight settling over me. What does he mean by that? I look at Apolloh, but he remains silent, his jaw tense.

  “This Pack is fractured,” Xenon continues. “And you’re not seeing the full picture. If you’re going to lead, you need to understand what truly lies beneath all this.” His voice drops to a near whisper. “And your bond with Laika? It’s not the blessing you think it is.”

  The room falls silent at his words, the tension now nearly suffocating. I can feel my heart hammering in my chest, and I look to Apolloh, whose face has gone pale, his expression unreadable.

  “I’ve had enough of this,” Apolloh finally growls, his voice low, controlled but laced with a quiet fury. “I won’t let you destroy what we’ve built. I’ll fight for this Pack—whether you stand with me or against me.”

  Xenon’s gaze hardens, the smile fading from his lips. For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the weight of their unspoken history hanging heavy between them.

  Finally, Xenon stands, motioning for us to rise. “This meeting is far from over,” he says, his tone colder now. “But for tonight, you’re dismissed. We will discuss what happens next in the morning.”

  I stand with Apolloh, my mind swirling with a thousand questions. This isn’t over. I can feel it in my bones. And whatever happens, I know the Pack’s future is on the line.

  The weight of it presses down on me, and I wonder if I’m ready for this—if we’re ready for this. I’ve been a runt, discarded and forgotten, and now I’m supposed to carry the hopes of a Pack on my shoulders? How can I protect them when I’m still learning how to protect myself?

  But the weight shifts when I glance at Apolloh. He stands tall beside me, resolute, his strength filling the silence. I can feel his presence like a fire burning in the cold. Whatever happens next, I’ll have him—and I’ll fight, for the Pack, for our future.

  ~~~

  The sun has barely crept over the horizon when I find myself standing outside the stronghold’s large meeting hall, Apolloh by my side. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can’t help but feel the weight of this impending conversation.

  Xenon. The name alone is enough to make my stomach twist. Everything about the Alpha Rouge’s family has been shrouded in mystery, and now, I’m about to face the oldest sibling of a man who can barely contain his own storm of emotions.

  The doors to the hall open slowly, revealing a dimly lit room, shadows stretching across the stone floor. The air is thick with tension. As we step inside, my eyes meet Xenon’s, and I immediately know that this won’t be just about politics. There’s something personal in his gaze—something that feels as ancient as the walls around us.

  Xenon stands with his arms crossed, his posture relaxed yet commanding. He’s a tall figure, darker than Apolloh, his eyes cold but calculating. The kind of gaze that makes me feel like a piece of prey under his scrutiny.

  “Ah, Apolloh, and Laika,” Xenon’s voice is smooth, too smooth. It sends a shiver down my spine. “I didn’t expect to see you up so early. But I suppose time has a way of pushing things forward.”

  I feel Apolloh tense beside me. His presence at my side is the only thing that steadies my breath. I’m not sure what to expect from this meeting, but I know this isn’t a conversation I can walk away from easily.

  The air in the room feels thicker with every passing second, the weight of Xenon’s gaze heavy on my shoulders. His eyes flicker to Apolloh, then to me, as if assessing our every move. There’s no warmth in his expression, no hint of welcome—just the cold, calculating look of someone who knows exactly what they want.

  Apolloh steps forward first, his posture unwavering, but there’s a tension in his jaw I can’t ignore. “We’re here,” he says, his voice steady, though I can hear the underlying edge, the quiet challenge in his tone.

  Xenon’s lips curl into a faint, almost amused smile. “I see that. But tell me, Apolloh,” he begins, his voice deceptively calm, “why should I take your claim seriously? You come to me now, after everything that’s happened, with a Pack on the verge of splitting. And you bring her here? A runt who’s barely had a taste of true power?”

  I stiffen, my heart racing at the sting of his words, but I don’t let it show. The last thing I need right now is to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. I stand taller, even as my hands tremble slightly at my sides.

  Apolloh doesn’t flinch. His voice is low but full of authority as he responds, “You don’t get to decide who’s worthy, Xenon. I’m here because this Pack needs unity, not division. We need strength, and I will not let your games tear us apart.”

  Xenon laughs softly, almost a mocking sound, before his gaze flickers back to me. “Unity, you say? What can she offer to this Pack, Apolloh? You’re still so blinded by whatever this bond is between you two. But the Pack is bigger than feelings.”

  There’s a shift in the air, a palpable tension between them. I can feel it, the challenge hanging like a sword above us. I glance at Apolloh, his jaw set tight, his eyes burning with that familiar intensity.

  “This isn’t about me, Xenon,” Apolloh says quietly, but there’s a steel edge to his voice. “It’s about the future. The Pack needs leadership. And whether you like it or not, Laika’s part of that future.”

  Xenon’s eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face. “You’re asking for more than just loyalty,” he says, his tone darker now. “You’re asking for trust. And trust is a currency I’m not sure you’ve earned yet.”

  I feel the weight of his words, but I refuse to back down. “What do you want from us, then?” I ask, my voice steady despite the swirl of uncertainty in my chest.

  Xenon looks at me for a long moment, as if deciding whether I’m worth the time to respond. Finally, he steps forward, his eyes sharp as they meet mine. “What I want is to see if you can truly stand by his side. And if you can prove to me that this Pack isn’t a sinking ship, then perhaps I’ll be willing to listen. Until then, you’ll remain as much a question mark to me as Apolloh’s so-called leadership.”

  The words hang in the air, a challenge that cuts deeper than any physical wound. I swallow, trying to steady my breath as I look at Apolloh. He doesn’t break eye contact with Xenon, the tension between them palpable, but there’s something else in his eyes—something that tells me he won’t back down, no matter what Xenon throws at him.

  The silence that follows Xenon’s last remark hangs thick in the room, a heavy cloud threatening to break. I feel the eyes of the other leaders and Elders on me, each one weighing my worth, my place here. The pressure is suffocating, but I force myself to stand tall.

  Apolloh remains unmoving beside me, but I can feel the subtle shift in his presence. He’s bracing for something—waiting for the right moment to push back.

  Before either of us can speak, one of the Elders, a weathered she-wolf named Elyra, steps forward. Her fur is graying at the edges, her face lined with the weight of years spent leading, but her eyes are sharp, calculating. “Xenon,” she begins, her voice calm but firm, “you come here with threats and accusations. Tell me—how exactly do you plan on ‘uniting’ the Pack if your first move is to sow distrust?”

  Xenon’s lips curl into a faint, almost amused smile. “Distrust?” He chuckles darkly, his gaze flicking between Apolloh and me. “What trust have you earned, Elyra? The Pack is weak. You’re all clinging to Apolloh’s charm like it’s enough to hold us together. But I’ve seen it before—the bloodshed, the divisions. I’m here because I’m the one who knows how to fix it.”

  Elyra raises an eyebrow, not backing down. “So, you think threats are the answer? This Pack is tired of bloodshed, Xenon. The last thing we need is more of your games. If you truly care about the future of this Pack, you’d stop trying to tear it apart.”

  Jaxe, the Beta, steps forward with a quiet growl in his chest. “Xenon, if you think you can just walk in here and claim control through intimidation, you’re mistaken. Apolloh’s leadership isn’t perfect, but it’s brought stability. If you can’t see that, then maybe you’re the one blinded by your ego.”

  Xenon’s eyes flash with anger, his voice growing colder. “Stability? You think this is stability?” He gestures around the room, his gaze lingering on each of us with disdain. “You’ve been living in a delusion, Jaxe. There’s no peace here. I see your future in the same way I see the Pack’s past—full of failure, full of weakness.”

  Zia, the Gamma, steps up next, her energy almost crackling with an unrestrained fury. “You talk like you have all the answers, but let’s get something straight, Xenon—we are the ones who’ve been holding this Pack together. And you think we’re just going to let you tear it apart for the sake of your pride?”

  Xenon’s gaze turns sharp, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know who you’re speaking to, Zia. You all forget—I am the one with the power to bring real change. Apolloh’s leadership? It’s a farce. And this Pack will crumble if you keep following him.”

  I feel the heat of his words like a physical blow, but I refuse to flinch. Apolloh’s side, despite the challenge, feels like the only true foundation. I stand a little taller, pushing back my own doubts.

  “You think your threats are going to scare us into submission?” I speak up, my voice steady, though the weight of the situation presses against my chest. “You’re not here to ‘help’ us. You’re here to test us, to see if you can control us. If you wanted to help, you would’ve come with something more than empty threats.”

  Xenon’s lips twist into a smile that’s anything but reassuring. “I’m not here to help you, Laika. I’m here to remind you of one simple truth—the Pack needs strength. I have the strength to take what I deserve. And if you all keep standing in my way, I’ll be happy to remind you just how easily that can be done.”

  The tension in the room sharpens, and I glance at Apolloh. He stands silent, his jaw clenched, but his gaze is hard as steel. There’s no retreat in him—not now, not ever. The threat hangs in the air like a sword, ready to fall.

  Elyra’s voice cuts through the tension, sharp and controlled. “We’re not your pawns, Xenon. If you want to be a part of this Pack’s future, prove it. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself standing alone, like the last time you tried to take what wasn’t yours.”

  Xenon’s eyes flicker with something—perhaps uncertainty, perhaps a spark of irritation—but it’s gone in an instant. “We’ll see, Elyra,” he says softly, his voice laced with warning. “We’ll see if your little alliance lasts.”

  With that, he turns and strides to the far end of the room, his back stiff, his eyes a warning.

  ~~~

  Unknown POV

  The meeting room is dimly lit, the air thick with the weight of unspoken tension. For the past few days, something has felt… off. It’s not the kind of discomfort that comes from an open conflict or a challenge; it’s deeper than that—an instinctual sense that something isn’t quite right.

  Xenon stands before Apolloh, his posture relaxed, but there’s a coldness in his eyes that’s unsettling, something that’s been creeping into their every exchange. Apolloh has learned to trust his instincts, but even now, he can’t quite place the cause of the unease gnawing at him. The words between them are sparse, their conversation drifting toward a dangerous impasse.

  And then it happens.

  Xenon shifts ever so slightly, a subtle motion, but it’s enough for Apolloh to catch the glint of something unnatural—a flash of fangs beneath Xenon’s lips, sharper than any wolf’s, and gleaming in the dim light.

  The realization hits Apolloh like a thunderclap.

  Vampire.

  His breath catches, but the moment of shock is fleeting. Instinct takes over. He draws his dagger, the weight of the steel familiar in his hand as the truth crashes into him with brutal clarity. This was never about leadership. The threat to the Pack, the manipulation, the calculated provocations—all part of a game, a facade. Xenon was never meant to be an ally. He was a predator, waiting to strike.

  “Vampires!” Apolloh roars, his voice cutting through the silence. The air seems to freeze, and then chaos erupts as several other vampires, hidden in the shadows of the room, reveal themselves.

  Before they can move, Apolloh is already giving orders. “Kill them! Protect the Pack!”

  The wolves in the room spring into action, the fight turning brutal and fast. Claws slash through the vampires, sharp teeth meeting undead flesh with a viciousness that only wolves in their prime can deliver. The room becomes a blur of movement, a storm of fur and fangs, but Apolloh’s mind is already elsewhere—his instincts pulling him toward the one thing that matters.

  Laika.

  With a single thought, he dashes through the open door and into the hall. The sound of the battle rages behind him, but he doesn’t stop. His heart pounds in his chest as he makes his way to the room where Laika had been staying.

  When he bursts through the door, his blood runs cold.

  Three dead vampires lie scattered across the floor, their bodies torn apart from—what appears to be—self defense. But there’s something else. The window is wide open, the sheer curtains billowing in the night air.

  And Laika… is gone.

  He steps into the room, his eyes scanning for any sign of struggle, any clue as to where she might have gone. But there’s nothing. No trace of her scent, no sign of a struggle. Just the faint scent of vampire blood in the air and the harsh cold that has settled in with the open window.

  Panic claws at his chest, but he forces it down. He needs answers. He needs to find her.

  But where could she have gone? And why was she taken?

  Laika’s POV

  I wake with a start, the air thick with the scent of danger. My eyes flick open, and for a moment, everything is blurred by the fog of sleep. But then the chill hits me—unnatural, cold. The shadows in the room seem to shift, and suddenly, I’m not alone.

  My heart leaps into my throat as I sit up, every instinct screaming that something is wrong. Too fast. Too quiet. I barely have a moment to react before the first vampire steps out of the darkness, his pale face gleaming in the dim light. His eyes glow red, gleaming with malice, and I know instantly what he is.

  Vampires.

  I can feel them closing in around me, their presence suffocating the air. My body tenses, but it’s as if something is holding me back. I can’t shift. My wolf is there, but it’s locked away, too frightened to act.

  The first vampire steps forward, a cruel grin on his face as his fangs glint in the dim light. “You’re a long way from safety, little wolf,” he says softly, his voice like ice. His fingers graze my arm, cold as death itself.

  I try to fight, to lash out, but my body doesn’t respond. My mind races as panic sets in. How did they get in? I don’t understand, but I can feel the threat closing in. The other vampires emerge from the shadows, surrounding me. I’m trapped.

  Before I can make a move, Xenon steps forward, his gaze locking onto mine. The sight of him sends a chill crawling down my spine, as if something inside me knows the truth before my mind can catch up.

  He speaks calmly, almost mockingly. “Laika, how convenient you’ve been left unprotected.”

  The words hit me like a slap, and I struggle to get free, to shift into my wolf, but the vampires press in. One grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the open window with a speed that leaves me dizzy.

  “No need to struggle,” Xenon purrs, his voice smooth. “You won’t be able to get away. We’ve waited for this.”

  I feel the vampire’s grip tighten as he drags me closer to the ledge. Desperation floods my veins, and in that instant, everything inside me breaks free. My wolf roars to life, demanding control, and I fight with every ounce of strength I have.

  I lash out, slashing at the vampire holding me, my claws raking through his flesh with a satisfying crack. He stumbles back, surprised by the force of my attack, and I rip free of his grip.

  Adrenaline surges through me, and I pivot, my eyes scanning the room for any chance of escape. But it’s too late.

  In the chaos of the moment, I’m too distracted by the other vampires rushing toward me to realize that another is sneaking up behind me. He moves too fast, too silently.

  Before I can turn, he grabs me from behind, his arms like iron around my waist, lifting me off the ground with terrifying strength. I struggle, thrashing in his grip, but it’s no use. His hold is unbreakable, and I feel my breath catch in my throat as I realize I’m powerless to escape.

  The vampire’s cold, mocking laugh echoes in my ear as he holds me tighter, his fangs flashing as he leans close to my neck. “Such a fierce little wolf,” he murmurs, his breath hot and foul. “But it’s too late.”

  The window is still open, the night air rushing in, but I’m no longer in control of my movements. He drags me backward toward it, my struggles weakening as exhaustion begins to take its toll. The others—Xenon and the remaining vampires—are watching, their eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

  “Let’s get her out of here,” Xenon commands, his voice cold as ice. “It’s time she learned her place.”

  With a final, desperate effort, I try to claw my way free, but the vampire’s grip only tightens. I’m pulled out of the window, into the cold night, and the ground beneath me disappears.

  I’m being carried away, trapped, unable to fight back anymore.

  And I don’t even know if I’ll ever see Apolloh again.

  I feel the vampire’s grip tighten around me as he pulls me through the window, dragging me into the night air. My body is limp, still reeling from the battle I couldn’t win. I want to fight. I want to scream, to shift into my wolf and tear through them all, but something inside me feels like it’s slipping away.

  They drag me down, through the shadows, until we reach the black vehicle waiting for us on the ground below. Its sleek exterior reflects the dim moonlight, and the low hum of the engine cuts through the night air. I’m shoved roughly into the backseat, the cool leather biting into my skin as the door slams shut behind me.

  I try to resist, but the vampire’s hold is unyielding. I’m trapped.

  The car’s interior is dark and sterile, and I get the sense that nothing here belongs to the world I know. The air smells faintly of metal and something faintly… wrong. I glance around, my heart pounding, and that’s when I see her.

  A woman. Younger than I expected, but no less dangerous. Her features are sharp, and the cold gleam in her eyes makes me instinctively recoil. She watches me with a twisted sort of amusement, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

  “Well, well,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with venom. “Look what we have here.”

  She steps forward, her posture confident, almost predatory. There’s something about her—something that feels familiar in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.

  “You’re a long way from home, little wolf,” she says, her voice laced with a cruel satisfaction. “How convenient that you found yourself so… lost.”

  I try to sit up, my mind reeling with panic, but my body feels like it’s moving through molasses. Every instinct tells me to fight, but I don’t know how to fight against this—against them.

  The woman’s gaze never leaves mine. She steps closer, her eyes narrowing as she inspects me like a trophy. “My father will be so pleased to have you back, Laika. Oh, don’t look so surprised,” she adds, her smirk widening. “He’s been waiting for you. Waiting to have you returned.”

  My heart drops into my stomach at her words. I don’t know who she is, but I can tell she’s not on my side. And if she’s telling the truth, then I’ve been taken right into the hands of the one person I’ve been trying to avoid.

  The Alpha.

  She watches me with cold amusement as I try to process what she’s saying. “I’m sure my father will be thrilled to see you again. He’s been looking for a reason to bring you back, you know.”

  She leans in, her voice turning darker. “Don’t worry. He’s been so patient. And now he’ll have you back exactly where you belong.” She lets out a soft, sinister laugh, her eyes glinting with something far more dangerous. “You’ll see. He’s not so bad once you remember your place.”

  I grit my teeth, my frustration building. “I’ll never go back to him.”

  The woman only laughs again, her voice echoing in the confined space of the car. “You don’t get a choice in the matter, little wolf. You’re already his.”

  I look away, my mind spinning with the implications of her words. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to escape this, if I can even fight my way out of this nightmare.

  The woman takes a step back, as if savoring the moment, and the car lurches forward. “Enjoy the ride, Laika. I’m sure my father’s going to be so pleased to see you again.”

  The engine roars as the car pulls away, leaving the fortress—and my past—far behind.

  The car finally comes to a stop, its tires grinding to a halt on gravel. My heart pounds in my chest as I stare out the window, not recognizing the dark, looming structure ahead. The area is surrounded by dense trees, their shadows heavy in the night. There’s no sign of any other pack here—just the oppressive silence and the eerie feeling that something far more sinister waits behind these walls.

  The woman in the front seat smiles, sensing my unease. She doesn’t speak, but the smug satisfaction on her face tells me everything I need to know.

  The door to the car opens, and I’m shoved out of the backseat before I can even think of resisting. My legs buckle under me, and I stumble, but the vampire’s grip on my arm catches me, forcing me upright.

  I’m led toward the building, its stone walls cold and imposing. As we walk, my mind races. Is this where he’s been hiding all this time? I glance at the woman, who’s already several steps ahead, her eyes scanning me with an almost clinical detachment.

  The doors swing open with a heavy creak, revealing a dimly lit hall. The air smells stale, and I feel a chill crawl up my spine. There’s something about this place—it feels wrong. Everything about it is wrong.

  And then, at the end of the hall, I see him.

  The Alpha.

  My heart skips a beat as his figure comes into view. He stands there, framed by the doorway, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. His gaze meets mine, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. There’s no softness in his eyes. No familiarity. Just cold, calculating eyes that once held a twisted affection for me.

  His lips curl into a smirk, the same smirk he wore all those years ago when he’d treated me like nothing more than a tool for his control. I don’t move, my body stiff with a mix of fear and anger. I hate the way my pulse quickens in his presence.

  “So, you’ve come home,” he says, his voice low, almost soothing. “I knew you would.”

  I don’t answer. My body is frozen, the words caught in my throat. All I can do is watch as he steps forward, his presence so overwhelming that it’s hard to breathe. Every step he takes toward me feels like an avalanche, closing in, suffocating me.

  “You’ve made this difficult, Laika,” he continues, his voice still smooth, deceptively gentle. “But you were always going to come back to me. You belong with me.”

  I flinch at his words, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my weakness. “I’m not yours,” I say, my voice shaking but steady enough to make the statement.

  The Alpha laughs softly, almost pityingly. He steps closer, reaching out to touch my chin, his fingers cold and firm as he tilts my face upward to meet his gaze. His touch feels like ice, his breath almost unbearable as it brushes against my skin.

  “You always were stubborn, weren’t you?” he murmurs, his tone low and dark. “But I don’t need you to understand. You’ll come around.”

  My blood boils at his words, and for the first time since I’ve been captured, I feel something other than fear—anger.

  “You’ll never control me again,” I spit, my eyes narrowing as I pull away from his touch. “I’m not your tool anymore.”

  The Alpha’s smirk falters for just a moment before it returns, darker than before. “You think you have a choice, Laika?” He laughs again, but this time it’s empty, like a promise of something worse. “You don’t. You will come back to me. And when you do, you’ll learn that there’s no escaping me.”

  He steps away then, his gaze still fixed on me, cold and unyielding. “Take her to the holding cell,” he orders, his voice now a command.

  The woman from earlier steps forward, her amusement fading into something more calculating as she grabs my arm again. I want to fight, to resist, but something about this place—about him—has drained the strength from me. My body feels weak, my mind cloudy.

  They drag me deeper into the building, and all I can do is brace myself for whatever comes next.

  The door slams shut behind me, the sound echoing through the cold, empty cell. My body hits the stone floor with a sickening thud, and I struggle to keep my breath steady, the pain in my ribs making it hard to focus. I try to push myself up, but the weight of the world feels like it’s pressing down on me. My mind is spinning. The Alpha’s cruel laughter rings in my ears.

  I’m alone.

  For now, at least.

  My thoughts swirl, fragmented, as the events of the night replay in my mind. The vampires, the car, the Alpha—his touch, his words, the same twisted promises he’d made when I was nothing more than his plaything. You belong with me. He thinks he has control over me. He thinks he always will.

  The sound of footsteps approaches. The door creaks open once more, and I know it’s him before I even look up. The Alpha stands in the doorway, towering over me, his presence suffocating.

  “You’re stubborn,” he growls, taking a step closer. “But you’re also weak. I don’t know what you’re hoping for. You have no power here. You’re mine.”

  I try to move, to stand, but my body refuses. It’s like I’m stuck in mud, unable to free myself. The Alpha steps forward, his boot coming down on my shoulder, forcing me back to the floor.

  “Still trying to resist?” he sneers. “Pathetic.”

  I grit my teeth, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’ll never be yours again.”

  His face twists into a sick smile, and he bends down, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back. My scalp burns as he forces me to look up at him. The pain is sharp, but it’s not enough to break me.

  “Tell me, Laika,” he says, his voice low and mocking. “Do you think Apolloh will come for you? Do you think anyone cares?”

  I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the raw anger boiling up inside me. I want to fight. I want to claw at him, tear him apart, but my body feels too broken, too drained.

  “Don’t talk about him,” I hiss, trying to shove his hand away.

  The Alpha chuckles darkly. “Apolloh can’t save you. No one can.”

  He pulls me up by the hair, and I wince as he lifts me off the floor. He pushes me against the wall, his weight pressing into me, suffocating. I try to push him off, but he’s too strong, too brutal.

  “You’re nothing,” he growls in my ear. “And you always will be. A runt. A weakling.”

  And that’s when the pain strikes. He slaps me across the face, hard. I stagger, my vision spinning, and I taste blood in my mouth. But even through the haze of pain, something inside me snaps.

  “Do you hear me?” The Alpha grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re nothing without me. Without the Pack. Without your Alpha.”

  I don’t answer. I can’t.

  The pain is too much. My thoughts are scattered. I feel like I’m drowning in it. I want to scream. I want to shift.

  And that’s when I hear it—the voice.

  Laika. It’s soft, almost like a whisper, but it rings out in my mind, cutting through the pain. Let me help you.

  It’s Veyris.

  My wolf. My other self.

  I freeze, the words settling into my mind. Veyris. She’s been quiet, dormant, for so long, but now, now she’s here.

  You can’t win like this, she says, her voice strong but calm. Let me take control. Let me deal with him. I know how to fight him.

  I hesitate. The idea of letting Veyris take control terrifies me. I’ve always fought against it. I’ve been told it’s dangerous, that I could lose myself to her. But now… now I don’t know what else to do.

  You’ve been through enough, Veyris continues, her tone gentle, but filled with conviction. You’ve done all you can. Let me show you what you’re really capable of. I’ll protect you. I’ll protect our pup.

  I close my eyes, the sound of the Alpha’s taunting voice fading into the background. The pain in my body, the weight of it all, starts to ease as I let Veyris’s voice fill my mind.

  Okay, I think, my thoughts shaky but resolute. Take control.

  And just like that, the world shifts. The haze in my mind clears. My body no longer feels weak. The anger, the rage, it surges within me, and I feel it—Veyris’s strength filling every fiber of my being.

  When I open my eyes again, I’m not Laika anymore.

  I’m the wolf.

  The Alpha may think he has control, but he’s about to learn how wrong he is.

  Veyris’ actions but still Laika’s POV

  The moment Veyris takes control, it’s like everything sharpens—every instinct, every muscle, every sensation. My body is no longer mine. The pain, the weakness from the beatings—it all fades into the background as something else surges forward. It’s a primal force, one I haven’t felt in so long.

  The Alpha’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s happening, but his sick smile never fades completely. He steps back, clearly trying to gauge if I—if we—are a threat.

  “Well,” he sneers, but there’s a hint of uncertainty now. “It seems you’re not as weak as I thought. But it won’t change anything.”

  Oh, I think it will, Veyris growls inside me, her voice dark, filled with contempt. It’s not my voice anymore, not my thoughts. It’s all hers—filled with the power of the wolf.

  The Alpha, of course, tries to keep his arrogance up. “Do you think you can stop me?” he spits, backing away like a coward, clearly trying to decide how to escape.

  I want to laugh at him, but Veyris does it for me. You should have stayed out of my way, she snarls, and without another word, we pounce.

  I can’t even comprehend how fast we move. The Alpha doesn’t even have a chance to block before Veyris is on him. I’m aware of every twist, every turn, every strike—of claws raking through his chest, his weak resistance as we slam him to the ground. He tries to fight back, but he’s too slow, too weak, and Veyris is too fast, too brutal.

  She bares her teeth, and I feel the familiar surge of power. We’re going to end this now.

  “You’re nothing,” Veyris growls in his face. “You never were.”

  With a final snap, she sinks her teeth into his throat, and I feel the sick, satisfying crunch as we tear through him. His struggles are weak, nothing but desperate attempts to cling to life. But he’s done. We’re done with him.

  But there’s no time to savor the kill. The others are coming.

  More wolves pour into the room, and I don’t hesitate. We don’t hesitate. We fight. We rip through them, each one falling too easily to be a challenge. I hear their growls, their attempts to rally, but none of it matters. We move with the power of a beast that’s been held in chains for too long, and they fall—one by one.

  Their blood stains the floor, but I barely notice. The room grows quieter, the air still except for the sound of our ragged breathing, but Veyris is already moving. We don’t stay to admire our work. There’s nothing left here but death.

  I feel the rush of adrenaline, the need to get away, to put as much distance between myself and this place as possible. My legs surge forward, and I move like a blur, tearing through the halls, past the bodies, the destruction, until the door crashes open, and I’m free.

  The cool night air hits my face, and I don’t stop. I can’t stop. The trees rush past me as I flee into the woods, the sounds of my footfalls muffled by the earth beneath me.

  I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know what’s out there.

  I just know I’m running. Running from him. From that place. From everything.

  Freedom.