Novels by Janeee

CHAPTER 5: What He IsGREY’S POVKarl sat on the edge of the bed and I sat in the chair by the window and the woman whose name I figured was the Irina, the woman he was being forced to mate.She sat on the floor with her back against the wall and we all waited for morning like it was something coming to collect us.Karl tried to explain twice. Both times I held up my hand and said not yet because I needed to think and I couldn’t think and talk at the same time and there was too much to think about. The woods. The shift. The witch shits. Viktor’s voice on the phone saying you felt something tonight didn’t you like he already knew the answer.The sun came up slowly. Then I heard the elevator down the hall.Karl heard it before I did. His head came up and something moved through the bond that alerted me, and I sat up straighter in the chair without meaning to.Two sets of footsteps was coming from different directions. Then the door opened without anyone knocking.Viktor came in first.

CHAPTER 4: What’s ComingGREY’S POVI don’t know how it happened, but it was like coach priest disappeared. And the two other ladies that claimed to be witches flew. I also didn’t read meaning to them saying I was a witch.Well I don’t know how this thing works, so I can’t explain it well. But in summary, they ran away because Karl was about to kill them. And I think I now believe werewolves exists.Karl shifted back slowly and I stood there and watched it happen and didn’t say anything because I didn’t have words yet.By the time he was fully himself again he was on his knees in the dirt breathing hard. I stayed close but didn’t touch him. I didn’t know if touching was the right thing right now.Then he stood up, fix his torn clothes on himself. We started walking back.“Was that your wolf form?” I asked.“Yes.” He said.“That was actually your wolf form?” I repeated, as I star Keely at his side face.“Grey.” He shunned.“I’m just.” I exhaled. “Okay. That was your wolf form.”He almo

CHAPTER 3: The WoodsGREY’S POVI didn’t think anything of it when Priest asked us to follow him.He was our coach. We followed him to practice, to film sessions, to meetings we didn’t want to sit through. So when he turned and walked out of Karl’s doorway without fully explaining why, I grabbed my jacket and went.Karl was confused and restless beside me the whole walk. I could feel that through whatever the bite had done to me. I had been feeling his emotions since I woke up next to him and I still hadn’t fully decided what to do with that.Priest took us outside through the back exit and across the training field. I thought he was heading to the facility. He wasn’t. He kept walking past it, past the equipment shed, past the boundary lights, into the tree line.I slowed down a pace a but. “Where are we going coach?” I asked, behind him.“Not far.” Priest said without turning around.Karl’s hand found my arm briefly. I looked at him. His jaw was set and his eyes were doing the thi

CHAPTER 2: What You DidKARL’S POVI woke up and Grey was wrapped around me so tight I thought something was wrong.I jolted up. He also sat up quickly with me like he had been waiting for it.“You’re awake.” He said it quietly. And something in his voice was not okay.“Why are you in my bed.” I looked at him. “How did you get in here.”He looked at me for a second and then looked away. “You kissed me and walked out.” He said. “I couldn’t just…” He stopped. Then started again. “I couldn’t just stop thinking about it, so I went looking for you. But you weren’t anywhere. I decided on your dorm. But when I came here, I found you on the floor.” He finally breathed in and out.Without waiting for me to say something, he continued. “So I moved you to the bed and there was this mark on your neck and it was glowing and I—l…” He pressed his hand to his mouth. “I bit it. I frankly don’t know why I bit it. I just…did.”I touched my neck. The mark was there. And it was warm under my fingertips, n

CHAPTER 1: Red MoonKARL’S POVThe red moon was doing something to my blood. I started feeling it the moment the sun went down. This kind of pull in my chest meant that my wolf was pushing against my skin, like it had somewhere to be and I was the only thing standing in the way. I gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and breathed through my nose as I told myself I had done this before. I had managed and controlled it. The red moon came three times a year and three times a year I found a way through it without destroying anything.I just needed to get outside. Run it off in the woods behind the training facility before anyone noticed I was gone.I grabbed my jacket off the hook and was halfway to the door when it opened from the other side, and Grey walked in.“There you are.” He dropped his bag on the nearest chair and pulled out his tablet without looking at me. “I’ve been looking for you for twenty minutes. We need to talk about Saturday.”I stayed where I was near the door and

CHAPTER 95NOVA'S POVBy breakfast, every corridor in the compound carries whispers. By lunch, those whispers have divided into sides. By sunset, the pack no longer feels like one family.It feels like a cracked mirror. But to be honest, I have seen this coming. No one argues openly.Hell, that would have been easier.Instead, conversations stop when certain people enter the room. Wolves who have supposedly trained together since childhood suddenly choose different sparring partners. Long tables that once echoed with laughter develop invisible borders.Some sit together, some deliberately do not. I watch one young scout carry his tray toward a familiar group, hesitate halfway, and quietly turn to eat alone.Across the room, an older warrior notices me looking and lowers his gaze to the floor.He isn't angry. I wish he is. He looks guilty instead. As if my existence has become a question he doesn't know how to answer."They're talking about a vote," Jason murmurs beside me. I don't ask

CHAPTER 94KILLIAN'S POVPeople like to imagine guilt as a sharp thing. A knife, a bullet or single wound that changes everything. They are wrong. Real guilt is quieter. It is a pebble slipped into your boot by someone you trusted. You keep walking because you have no choice, and with every mile the stone rubs the skin raw until pain becomes so familiar that you mistake it for part of yourself.I have been walking with mine for twenty-three years. The abandoned watchtower overlooks the entire valley, its upper platform open to the wind and the fading light of evening. Once, scouts had stood here to warn of invading armies.Now only crows keep watch.I climb the worn spiral staircase carrying a small wooden box tucked beneath one arm.No one knows about the box. Not Cassian, not Jason, not even Beatrice.Some burdens become so old that sharing them feels impossible. At the top, I set it on the cracked stone ledge and open the lid. Inside lie a bundle of letters tied with faded blue th

CHAPTER 93 BEATRICE'S POVThe eastern cliffs have always concealed more than stone. Most wolves know them only as jagged walls overlooking the sea, battered by relentless wind and salt spray. Hunters avoid the area because the paths are narrow and treacherous. Children are warned away with stories of collapsing ledges and wandering spirits.The stories serve their purpose. They keep curious people from finding what lies beneath.I carry the lantern ahead of me, its warm glow painting shifting patterns across the tunnel walls.Nova follows in silence.She has not asked where I am taking her. After what we hear about the coalition going into the pack, this is what is best for her. To prick her curiosity. Perhaps she has grown accustomed to discovering that every answer in her life lives underground. Behind us, the hidden entrance seals with a muted click.Stone meets stone. The world outside vanishes. For several minutes, the only sounds are our footsteps and the distant rush of waves

CHAPTER 92CASSIAN'S POV As dawn creeps over the road leading away from the riverside shrine, the woods seem to hold their breath.Then riders emerge. Not dozens. They are in hundreds.Gray cloaks drape over armor bearing the crests of allied packs, their banners furled but unmistakable. They advance in disciplined columns until the narrow forest road disappears beneath a wall of horses, motorcycles, and armed escorts.No battle cry announces them.No arrows fly. Their confidence is its own weapon. They believe they will not need to fight.Jason exhales slowly. "This is coordinated."Killian's hand rests near the hilt of his blade but does not draw it. "They're here to negotiate."Beatrice says nothing. She simply counts.One envoy, three scribes, twelve elite guards, forty outriders hidden among the trees.She is always counting and calculating The lead envoy dismounts and approaches with measured dignity, carrying a scroll bound in crimson ribbon.He bows. He doesn't bow deeply th

CHAPTER 91NOVA'S POVHundreds of motorcycles stand in perfect formation beneath the silver wash of the moon. Their engines are silent. Their headlights remain dark.Not a single rider shifts in the saddle or turns to whisper to the person beside them. They look less like soldiers waiting for orders and more like statues carved from patience itself.Rows upon rows of black leather jackets stretch across the riverbank, each marked with the same silver insignia over the heart.No banners or campfires. No unnecessary movement. The silence unsettles me more than shouting ever could.Beside me, Jason mutters, "I've seen armies with less discipline."Beatrice's gaze narrows. "They're not trying to intimidate us.""No," Cassian replies quietly."They're trying to show us they don't need to."The woman still has her eyes fixed on me. Moonlight spills across pale hair touched with silver and eyes that reflect the river like polished steel.I brace myself for hatred or accusation. Instead, I fi

CHAPTER 90CASSIAN'S POVThe first thing to disappear is certainty. The second is air.At first, the change is subtle enough to dismiss. The lantern flames grow sluggish, their edges soft instead of sharp. My breaths come a fraction deeper than before, as if my lungs have begun bargaining for something they have always received freely. Within minutes, bargaining becomes desperation.Jason has already stripped off his jacket and wrapped it around one fist to cushion repeated blows against the stone wall. The impacts echo uselessly through the vault, accomplishing nothing except bruised knuckles and rising frustration."There has to be another passage," he mutters."There usually is," Killian replies while examining a row of ancient shelves. "The people who build places like this believe in escape routes.""They also believe in keeping secrets." Beatrice backs him. I can see why they are perfect for each other. "Which is exactly why there should be one."Beatrice nods. She has dropped