LOGINBROOKE LAWSON POV"My internal beast is completely ready for your crazy move, Charis!" I shout, jumping backward fast just as the boiling river-water splashes onto the stone floor boards with a loud hiss. "Help! Guards! Come inside this den quickly! Charis Turner is turning completely feral!""Mrs. Pierce, what happened to your physical frame? Are your limbs okay?" a lower caste office wolf asks, running up to my side the exact watch I burst through the doorway into the main territory floor."Charis Turner suddenly poured scalding tea onto my skin because her tongue claims my face looks disgusting to her eyes!" I cry out, making my voice tremble with deep fear while pointing a shaking finger back at her private den."Oh, praise the moon, this madness is getting more ridiculous every sun-cycle!" the staff wolves roar, their long-standing anger against her cruel claws instantly igniting like dry wood. "Miss Turner completely lost her mind after the forest house fire! She keeps ruining t
LOGAN PIERCE POV"Why are you throwing the heavy oak table across the council room, Charis?" I ask, stepping into the corridor after the pack elders scatter in fear. "My right-hand wolf Evan Brooks says your claws are snapping at every warrior who walks past your den.""Those lower caste wolves are whispering about my disfigured flesh behind my leather mask, Logan!" Charis screams, her chest heaving as she grips her fur coat tightly. "My ears tracked their mocking laughs during the territory alliance meeting!""The elders were only debating the border patrol layouts your own brain suggested last moon-cycle," I say, shaking my head. "Absolute zero wolves are laughing at your scabs, Charis. Your mind is creating dark illusions because your spirit is fragile.""My boots will not attend the Citadel banquets or the full moon festivals anymore!" she roars, turning her scarred face away from my stare. "The other high caste packs stopped sending their invitation scrolls because my hideous ski
LOGAN PIERCE POV"The gray storm-clouds are swallowing the sun over the valley right now, Charis, making the wilderness outside look completely dark," my mother Catherine Turner whispers, staring out the glass window of the clinic room."My eyes are trained directly on your bandaged skull, Charis, and my tongue demands a clear explanation for this entire maze disaster," I say, my voice sounding as sharp as a hunting eagle."Logan, why does your alpha beast refuse to trust my words?" Charis stammers, swallowing hard as her eyes shift around the room in a total panic. "My tongue only described your mate bond with Brooke Lawson from the perspective of an outside wolf! Your beast never talked about your private feelings with my soul, so how could my brain know if you two shared a true love? My eyes only tracked the cold way your paws treated her frame in public, so my intellect truly believed you hated her presence.""It is true that my beast is not good at expressing feelings to the pack
LOGAN PIERCE POV"My beautiful face was always my biggest pride, just like my mother Catherine Turner used to boast about our high caste features around the territory," Charis weeps, her voice sounding like dry leaves clicking together."Your claws must grip the mattress tightly, Charis, because our family line is completely ruined today!" Catherine cries, her shoulders shaking violently as she stands near the washbasin."If that pathetic female Brooke Lawson had just perished like a weak pup inside the burning timber, my system would not look like a charred log right now!" Charis screams through the heavy white gauze. "My plan to hunt her life failed completely, and my own beast paid the total price, yet my tongue cannot even roar the truth to the pack council without exposing my own hired arsonists!""My hunters will track every single scent in that valley, Charis!" Luke Turner roars, his calm face completely breaking as his fists smash against the stone wall. "The fire warriors dis
BROOK LAWSON POV"My mind agrees with your words, Mom, but the current situation looks completely dark," I say, shifting my weight on the thin mattress. "Charis Turner moves like a cautious, cunning fox in the shadows, and her claws definitely covered every single track inside that forest house. My brain honestly possesses absolute zero clues on where to begin this hunt.""Do not let your spirit lose hope just yet, Brooke," Samson says, walking back into the clinic room after speaking with Logan. "My mind now possesses a general understanding of Alpha Pierce's condition. Our family will execute every single resource to retrieve Logan's lost years from the dark. My pack allies know several licensed brain shamans across the border tribes, and my messengers will summon their boots to the Lawson Estate tomorrow morning. Shifter medicine has developed exponentially over the recent seasons, so my soul doubts there is a single mind block their herbs cannot break.""Thank you, Samson," I murm
BROOK LAWSON POV"Logan, watch out! The big stone tower on the roof is snapping and falling down right toward our heads!" I scream, pointing my finger at the sky."Jump to the grass, Brooke! My arms have your body!" Logan roars, pulling my frame away just as the giant burning wood crashes into the dirt with a huge noise."Why are you looking at me like that, Logan?" I sob, wiping the wet tears from my face as the smoke makes my eyes sting. "My mind has so many questions to ask your wolf, but my throat cannot even find a single word to say.""Do not talk right now, Brooke, just keep your eyes open while the pack guards push your wheelchair into the room here at Bayview Medical Center," Logan says, his voice shaking as he calls out to the hallway. "Ruth Miller! Samson! Get the pack doctors inside this room immediately!""Oh no, my poor daughter is hurt again!" Ruth Miller cries, rushing inside the clinic door with her hands over her mouth. "Samson, I cannot even count how many times Bro
I tightened my grip on my own wrists, my scent flaring with a mix of frustration and quiet grit. "I wasn't trying to push, I just wanted to ask a...."Before I could even finish the snarl, Draco Wesley’s head snapped in my direction. Our eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, it felt as though the biolu
After the communication ends, my face has to press flat against the feather pillow so as absolute zero laughter escapes my mouth. My mind realizes that Logan has developed a highly amusing knack for blowing hot air whenever his alpha pride has to say something embarrassing to my wolf.A short watch
"Just so you know, my skills with the skillet are legendary. I can scent the perfect sear on bacon from a mile away," Johanna said. I nodded, a genuine smile tugging at my lips as a wave of belonging washed over me. Like a pup following the Alpha into the den, I trailed her into the kitchen, watchi
I laughed softly into the receiver, unable to keep the warmth out of my voice. "Logan, you are being completely ridiculous." I leaned against a stone pillar in the garden, watching my breath mist in the freezing air. "The feast has been relentless. I feel like every Elder in the North has scented m







