LOGINElena’s POV
"Mommy has to go help someone who is very sick," I said softly, kneeling down to look my three babies in the eyes. "Mr. Sinclair is going to stay with you. You have to be on your best behavior, stay inside the garden, and you must never take off your necklaces. Do you promise?" I touched the small black stones hanging from their necks. I had spent a fortune on these scent-blockers. They were the only things keeping the werewolf world from smelling that these children belonged to Zack. "We promise, Mommy," they said together. Their little faces were filled with worry, and it broke my heart. Leaving them felt like ripping a piece of myself away, but I didn't have a choice. If Zack was sending letters to "Elena," he was already too close. I feared for how much he already knew. I had to meet him as "Dr. Willow" before he tore this city apart looking for the girl he betrayed. I went into my dressing room to begin my "transformation." I wasn't shifting into a wolf, my wolf was still buried too deep under years of fear. Instead, I was turning myself into a stranger. I pulled on a long, heavy coat that hid my shape. I put on a high-quality wig, covering my natural black hair with a deep chestnut brown. Next came the most important part: the mask. It was a white, professional-looking half-mask that covered my forehead and the area around my eyes. Finally, I sprayed myself with a strong, bitter mix of eucalyptus and medicinal herbs. It was a sharp, biting smell designed to drown out my natural scent of honey and wildflowers. When I looked in the mirror, Elena was gone. Only the mysterious Dr. W remained. I was only a few blocks from the edge of town when the air suddenly felt heavy. A thick, scary pressure settled over the street. The humans nearby didn't know why, but they started walking faster, looking over their shoulders. My heart started thumping against my ribs. It was Alpha energy. I didn't turn around. I kept walking, gripping my medical bag tight. "You there. Stop." The voice was deeper than I remembered. It was a command that made my legs want to shake. I stopped and slowly turned to face the tall man standing by a big black SUV. It was Zack. He was even more handsome than before, but in a scary way. His shoulders were broader, his jaw was sharp, and his eyes were as cold as ice. Two of his guards stood behind him, looking ready for a fight. "This road is closed today," Zack said. He looked at me like a predator watching its prey. He moved closer, sniffing the air as he tried to figure out my scent through the herbs. "You have a strange smell, lady." "I’m a doctor on an emergency call," I said. I made my voice lower, sounding as cold as possible. Zack’s eyes narrowed. He stepped right into my personal space. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. For a second, I was sure he could hear how fast my heart was beating. "You're about the right height," he muttered. He reached his hand out like he was going to snatch the mask off my face. "I'm looking for a girl, Elena. A criminal who ran away from my pack years ago.” My blood turned to ice, but I forced myself to laugh. "Elena? I don't know who that is. I am Dr. Willow. Now move, I was summoned on emergency.” One of his guards suddenly groaned and grabbed his side, falling to one knee. I didn't waste a second. "Get back," I said, pushing past Zack before he could stop me. I walked straight to the guard. I didn't even have to touch him to see what was wrong. "Your man is bleeding inside. He was hit with silver, probably during training. If I don't fix this in ten minutes, he’s going to lose his kidney." Zack froze. "How do you know that?" "Because I'm a doctor," I snapped. I grabbed a spray from my bag. "Now, hold him still." I worked fast, focusing only on the medicine. I didn't act like the "weak orphan" he used to know. I acted like a professional who knew exactly what she was doing. Zack watched my hands; the same hands he used to hold. But now they were steady, covered in gloves, and saving his best fighter. When the guard started breathing normally again, Zack stepped back. He looked almost disappointed, his eyes searching my masked face for any sign of a lie. "I'm sorry, Doctor," he said, though he was still staring at me. "I mistook you for someone else. Elena knows nothing about medicine, she's weak.” “Well, we all make mistakes, don't we?” I said. My heart ached when he called me weak. Is that what he really thought of me? "I actually have a request from your pack. I hear your Luna needs a healer?" I said, maintaining my composure. Zack stood up straight. "You’re the Dr. W the elders told me about?" "I am." He looked at me for a long time. Finally, he gave a quick nod. “Then you’re coming with me. My car is faster." “I can walk just fine.” I protested. "I wasn't asking, Doctor," he growled, opening the back door. "Save my pack, and I'll pay you well.” I climbed into the car. It smelled like him; sandalwood and rain. My wolf finally stirred in the back of my mind, making a sad, lonely sound. ‘We’re going home.’ I squeezed my bag. ‘No.” I thought. We’re going back to the man who broke us.Elena’s POVNathan’s words hung in the air, it was a light, almost teasing contrast to the suffocating dread that had been squeezing my lungs.I tried to summon a professional smile, but my heart was still hammering against my ribs. "I could say the same, Dr. Hayes."Before I could say anything else, Mrs. Evans gestured toward the open door of her office. "Now that we're all here, please, come inside."Caleb stood up slowly. I watched him closely, my medical instincts overriding my anxiety for a brief second. He kept his left hand shoved deep into his uniform pocket, and his shoulder was high and tense. I could see the subtle tremor in his forearm. The phantom pain was flaring up. To Caleb's traumatized nervous system, that hand didn't feel cured; it felt like a ten-pound block of solid stone, cold, heavy, and agonizingly stiff. It was a severe nerve involvement, his brain desperately clinging to the memory of the petrification. He wasn't hiding his hand to keep people from seeing
Elena’s POVI swallowed hard, closing my eyes. I didn't mean... I wasn't... No. I wasn't replacing Zack, no one ever could. No one in this shiny, busy city would ever have survived together.I exhaled slowly, letting my hand drop from the collar. "You're still my home, Zack."The stone remained warm against my skin, beating steadily, as if someone beyond the northern horizon had heard me.By the time I left the hospital, the afternoon sun had begun its slow descent toward the grey horizon of the ocean. The city buzzed with the frantic energy of rush-hour traffic, the horns and engines were a dull, distant hum behind the quiet protection of my car windows.My mind was already running through the evening's checklist. I still needed to stop by the market for groceries. Colin had asked for another bottle of heavy-duty engine degreaser yesterday; I still had no idea how one teenager managed to go through so much of the stuff on that old Ford. Cindy had mentioned needing more hot glue and
Elena's POVThe medical library was my favorite room in the hospital. It wasn't because of the books, but it was the silence.Not the heavy, suffocating silence of the mountain after a hunt, nor the lonely silence that settled over the house after the triplets had gone to school. This silence was different; It hummed with purpose. Every shelf held decades of people trying to understand why the human body betrayed itself.It felt... hopeful.I slid another journal back into its place on the shelf, as my finger lingering over the faded gold lettering on its spine."Neuroplasticity in Acquired Motor Disorders."“Interesting.” I muttered to myself.I sighed, balancing two more textbooks against my hip before reaching for another."Looking for anything specific, Dr. Willow?"I glanced over my shoulder at Mrs. Harris, the elderly librarian."Rare neurodegenerative conditions," I answered with a smile. "Something that doesn't immediately blame everything on genetics."She chuckled. "If you
Elena’s POVThe drive out of the valley was different from the one we had taken nine years ago.Back then, the back seat of the old station wagon had been filled with cardboard boxes of stolen medical supplies, three crying toddlers, and a silence so thick it felt like dry sand in our throats. Zack had spent the last hours of the night convincing me to go.He didn’t do it with the roaring authority of an Alpha, or even the stubborn pride of the man I had spent my youth fighting. He had done it in a whisper, his forehead was resting against mine.“They need to see what a normal life looks like, Elena,” he had murmured. “They’ve spent their childhood hiding from my shadow, and their youth fighting monsters. Give them a year where the only thing they have to worry about is a biology test. Please.”“I’ll come back,” I had promised him, my fingers digging into his torn shirt until my knuckles turned white. “Every month, Zack. I’m not leaving you up here all alone.”“I’ll be waiting,” he h
Elena‘s POV“And who decided that?” I asked, my voice rising, thick with a sob I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed his shirt tighter, twisting the coarse fabric in my hands. “Who decided you don't get to be forgiven, Zack? Is it the mountain, or is it just your own stupid pride? You think carrying all this guilt on your own makes you strong? It doesn't. It just makes you a coward.”Zack flinched, his head tilted back slightly as if I had physically struck him. His lips parted, but no sound came out.“You spent nine years letting me believe you were a monster because it was easier for you to carry the blame than to face us,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I looked up into his icy blue eyes. “If you throw away our feelings now, if you tell me to go find some other man just so you can feel clean up here in your self-inflicted prison... then you are throwing away everything we bled for.”Zack’s eyes closed. His chest rose in a long, shuddering breath, and when he opened them again
Elena’s POVThe silence that followed the pack’s departure was heavier than the noise of their transition.Marcus had gathered the kneeling wolves, his old eyes lingering on Zack one last time before he turned them back toward the lower valley. Julian had taken the triplets down the SUV. They were tired, and rightly so. I could see them from the distance; Colin was sitting on the bumper with his head in his hands, Cindy was leaning against his shoulder, and Caleb was standing perfectly still, watching the pale yellow rising sun. He was staring at his fingers, still trying to understand the boundary where his flesh ended and the mountain began."Elena."The voice didn't come from behind me. It came from the stone itself, vibrating up through the soles of my boots before it reached my ears.I turned back to the altar.Zack’s eyes were open. He looked smaller now, stripped of the terrifying, golden-red light of the ritual. His human shoulders were slightly slumped, and his shirt was tor
Elena’s POV"Indispensable."The word felt like a slap. It wasn't a word expected from a father.Zack looked at me with those intense, calculating eyes, and for a terrifying second, I didn't recognize him. This wasn't the man who had held me while I cried. This was the Alpha of Silver-Crest, a man
Elena’s POV“Oh, I understand perfectly.” My voice turned ice-cold. “You’re afraid. And when you’re afraid, you control, dissect and study.”He stepped toward me. “I am not dissecting my children.”“Then what are you doing, Zack?” I screamed. “Because from where I stand, it looks like you’re prepar
Elena's POV The garden air felt unnaturally sweet and perfect. It smelled like fancy mulch and carefully arranged flowers, which was a stark contrast to the scent of ozone and ancient stone that still clung to my hair. I stood by the hydrangeas, breathing hard, trying to hold back the screams stuc
Elena’s POVSuddenly, she disappeared. It was both shocking and a bit of a relief.I scrambled across the dirt, my lungs screaming for air that didn't taste like ground-up rock and death. One second the world was a nightmare of black oil and ghost-wolves, and the next, I was crawling through a gap







