LOGINFour years ago, I watched Alpha Adrian slaughter my parents and destroy the Nightfall Pack. Everyone I loved turned to ash and blood that night—everyone except Asher, my best friend who pulled me from the flames. Now I'm infiltrating his pack as a slave vengeance in my heart. I've waited four years for this moment. Four years to get close enough to kill him just as he killed my parents. But fate is a cruel bitch. The mate bond snapped the moment I entered his quarters, binding me to the one man I swore to kill. My body betrays me, craving his touch while my mind screams for his death. And when Adrian finally feels it too, when he discovers I'm the last survivor of the pack he destroyed, everything changes. He says he needs me. That I'm the cure to an ailment slowly killing him. I need him too—he's the only one who can heal my broken wolf and help me shift again. The bond doesn't lie. And neither does the truth I'm starting to uncover about that bloody night. My heart is torn between my best friend who saved me and the mate who killed my parents and holds the key to making me whole again.
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🪷ISORA🪷
“Take a deep breath sweetheart… breath through it, let her out”
I screamed tears through the night as my bones splintered and reformed. My Mother's voice was cool even as my body convulsed.
It's my eighteen years birthday and my first shift ever.
“It hurts mom…it hurts a lot” I couldn't bear the pains
“I know baby girl, I know but you're doing so well, your wolf is beautiful” my mother's voice remained steady and calm “just a little more...”
She didn't get to complete her statement. The explosion cut her off
Fire erupted across the eastern tree line, turning night into day. The blast wave hit a heartbeat later, hot and reeking of smoke and something worse. Something burning that shouldn't burn.
"What!" I screamed, the pain eating deep to my core, I'm still in transition "What's happening?"
My mother was already shifting, bones cracking with practiced ease. My father burst through the trees, massive and dark in his wolf form.
Shadow Pack, his voice roared through the pack link. They're everywhere. Get Isora out!
The link exploded with screaming.
Dozens of voices, all at once. Pain. Terror. Death.
"Mom?" My voice came out small and broken. I've been hit, I'm now in my Wolf form but I'm bleeding terribly.
My mother's silver wolf nudged me hard . “Run to the river. Asher will be there. Run, Isora. Don't stop. Don't look back”.
"I won't leave you!"
"You don't have a choice." She pushed me as arrows were flying, one hit me on my limp and I shifted to my human form violently.
Wolves poured through the trees like living shadows. Too many. Too fast. They moved with brutal efficiency, cutting down everything in their path.
I tried to shift again, I tried to help, I tried to fight and save my people. Pain exploded in my side. I looked down, dazed, at the blood spreading across my ribs. I must have sustained another arrow hit.
My father's howl shattered what was left of the night. Raw. Anguished. Final.
My head snapped up in time to see him fall beneath a mass of black fur and snapping jaws. I saw the wolves tear into him, vicious and thorough. I saw the light leave his eyes.
"No…no...DAD!"
I lurched forward, but my mother was there, blocking my path. Blood matted her silver fur. So much blood already.
"Go. NOW."
"I won't...I can't..."
A wolf came at us from the left. My mother met it mid-leap, jaws closing around its throat. The crunch of bone. The gurgle of a final breath.
Then three more wolves replaced it.
Hands grabbed me from behind, human hands, strong and shaking. Asher.
"We have to go," he gasped, his face streaked with soot and tears. "Isora, we have to..."
"Let go of me!" I fought him, clawing at his arms. "My parents! MOM!!!" I screamed, it was raw, it was brutal.
Through the chaos, through the fire and blood and screaming, I saw him. A man stood in the center of the massacre, tall and dark and utterly calm. His bare chest was painted with blood, his black hair wild, his eyes the cold blue of a winter sky. He moved through my people like death incarnate, precise, brutal, unstoppable.
He reached my father's broken body. Stood over it for one terrible moment.Then moved toward my mother.
"No," I whispered. "No, no, no..."
My mother fought. She fought like the warrior she was, taking down two wolves, then three. But there were too many. Always too many.
The dark-haired man, Alpha Adrian, she realized with numb horror closed in.
"MOM!" My scream ripped my throat raw.
My mother's silver wolf turned one last time. Even bleeding, even dying, those eyes found me across the carnage.
“I love you. Survive. Make them pay.”
Then Alpha Adrian's jaws closed around her throat.The sound my mother made…half-howl, half-gurgle...would haunt my nightmares forever.
"Don't look." Asher's hand covered my eyes, but it was too late.
I'd seen it. I'd seen my mother go limp. I'd seen Adrian drop the body like trash. I'd seen him lift his bloodstained muzzle to the moon and howl, victorious and terrible.
Something inside me shattered.
My wolf, already injured, already terrified, retreated so deep I couldn't feel it anymore. I couldn't feel anything except a vast, howling emptiness where my family used to be.
"Isora." Asher shook my body. "Isora, we have to move."
Around us, the Nightfall Pack was dripping with blood, everywhere furs, bodies, blood. The pack link went silent.
Asher dragged me toward the river, my legs barely working. I looked back once, just once.
Alpha Adrian stood in the ruins, surrounded by bodies. My people. My pack. My family.
He shifted back to human, blood dripping from his hands, his face carved from ice and cruelty. He surveyed his work with those cold blue eyes, and I knew…knew he felt nothing. No remorse. No mercy. Just brutal, efficient slaughter.
"I'll kill you," I whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of flames. "I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll kill you for this."
Dear Ink lovers🌸💞 If you're reading this, you made it through the fire. And I don't just mean the flames that burned Nightfall Pack. I mean the flames of betrayal, of heartbreak, of watching characters you loved fall apart and get back up again. I mean the flames of a story that never promised you a happy ending—only a truthful one. This book was never meant to be soft. It was never meant to be safe. It was meant to feel real—raw, broken, and achingly human, even in a world of wolves and curses and fated mates. When I started writing this story, I knew exactly how it would end. Not because I wanted it to end that way, but because that's what the characters deserved. Adrian's death was never a punishment—it was a completion. He spent twenty years running from his curse, hiding from himself, pushing everyone away because he was terrified of hurting them. In the end, he didn't die as a monster. He died as a man who had finally found something worth dying for. He died as a ma
🪷ISORA🪷 Six months had passed since the fire, and I was still standing. The pack had found its rhythm again. The warriors trained in the courtyard, their swords clashing and their voices calling out commands. The servants moved through the halls, their footsteps soft on the stone, their hands busy with their tasks. The children played in the gardens, their laughter echoing off the walls like a song that had been missing for too long. Life had not stopped. It had simply continued, the way it always did, the way it always would. Garrick had stepped into the role of acting Alpha with a steadiness that I admired, his presence filling the spaces that Adrian had left behind. He had not tried to replace him. He had simply held the pack together, the way Adrian would have wanted. Olivine had become his anchor, her green eyes always finding him across the room, her hand always reaching for his when she thought no one was looking. I watched them sometimes, the way they moved around ea
🪷ISORA🪷 The journal trembled in my hands as I stared at the third page. The tears were already falling, blurring my vision, but I could still see it clearly. A two year old baby girl sitting on the steps of a house, her dark hair a mess of curls, her hazel eyes wide and innocent. The baby who had smiled at the beast. The baby who had made him shift back for the first time. The baby who had been me. My fingers shook as I turned the page. Another drawing. A girl in a plain gray dress, standing in his study, her eyes burning with hatred. The first day I had walked into his pack. The first day he had seen me. The day I had tried to kill him. I remembered that day so clearly, the way he had looked at me, the way he had asked me to look at him, the way the bond had snapped into place before I even knew what was happening. I turned the page again. Me in the bathroom, water dripping from my hair, my body wrapped in a towel. He had been watching me, drawing me, memorizing me. I had n
🪷ISORA🪷 The fire was still burning. I was sitting on the cold ground, my knees pulled to my chest, my eyes fixed on the flames that were consuming him. The rain had stopped hours ago, but the sky was still dark, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash and grief. I had been sitting here for hours, watching the fire burn, watching the flames lick at his body, watching the last traces of him disappear into the sky. My hands were numb from the cold, my face was raw from the tears, and my throat was raw from the screaming, but I could not move. I could not look away. I could not do anything except sit here and watch him burn. His face was still there, through the flames, through the smoke. I could see his eyes, his lips, the scar on his jaw. I could see the way he had looked at me when he said I love you. I could see the way his hand had fallen from my face. I could see the way the light had faded from his eyes. I reached for him, my hand stretching toward the fire, tow
🪷ISORA🪷The moment Adrian said Azrian's name, I was fully awake. There was no grogginess, no slow transition from sleep to consciousness. My eyes snapped open and I was sitting up in the bed before I even realized I had moved, my heart pounding against my ribs, my body already responding to the d
🐺ADRIAN🐺I was ten years old again.The blood was warm on my hands, dripping from my fingers and pooling on the stone floor beneath me. It was thick and sticky, and I could feel it drying on my skin, cracking as I curled my fingers into fists. The smell of it filled my nostrils, metallic and swee
👿AZRIAN👿The night I ran from my castle, I had nothing left.My army was scattered across the forest floor, their bodies cold and still, their blood soaking into the earth like a dark offering to a goddess who had never loved me. My allies were captured or dead. My mate was in my brother's arms,
😈AZRIAN👿The glass shattered against the stone wall, shards scattering across the floor like frozen tears, and I watched them glitter in the torchlight and felt nothing except the hollow rage burning in my chest. My hand was bleeding from where I had punched the wall, the knuckles split open and






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