LOGINBianca’s Point of View
I don’t remember when I stopped counting the kilometers, I only know that I have been running for days. Every time my legs threaten to give out, my wolf pushes me forward. Every time my thoughts begin to wander, fear snaps them back to the present again. Sleep comes in fragments, a few minutes at a time, hidden deep in the trees, always listening for any sigh of danger, always waiting for something to happen. Two days ago, I almost didn’t make it. I still feel it when I think about it. The sudden scent shift. The way my wolf had frozen mid-step, her hackles rising. Voices in the distance. Boots on dirt. Damon’s men. Trackers. We ran until my chest burned and my vision blurred. I crossed a shallow ravine, doubled back through the water, and circled until my paws ached. I didn’t stop until the scents faded and my wolf finally eased. I lost them. But now I know better than to believe that I am safe. The blood moon is tomorrow night and even now, my wolf is restless, pacing beneath my skin. Every sound feels too loud. Every shadow too close. She wants to shift, to run faster, to fight if she has to, but I can’t afford that. By the time the trees begin to thin out, my body feels heavy, like it is made of stone instead of muscle. I slow to a walk, and then I stop completely. I see lights flickering ahead and I smell. A human town. I stare at it from the tree line, weighing my options. Keep running and risk collapsing in the woods, or stop, hide in plain sight, and get some real rest. My legs shake beneath me and that decides it. I shift back, my hands trembling as I pull on my clothes. My movements are clumsy, exhaustion dulling everything. I sling my bag over my shoulder and force myself to walk like I belong here, like I am just another human passing through the town. I quickly make my eay out of the woods and begin making my way down the road. A motel comes into view a minute later. It isnothing special, just a low building with flickering lights and a sign that looks like it has seen better days. It’s perfect. I push through the door and stop short when a woman behind the desk looks up and smiles at me. “Hey, are you looking for a room?” She asks warmly and I nod my head, forcing a small smile onto my face. “Yes, please.” “Any preference?” She asks and I quickly shake my head. “No. Just as long as it has a bed and a shower, it will be good enough for me.” I say and she chuckles, nodding her head. “Fair enough. How long are you staying?” She asks, glancing at me again. “Just for the night.” I say quietly and she nods her head again before she types something into the computer, glancing back up at me. “That will be three hundred rand.” She says and I nod my head before I pull the money from my bag and hand it over to her without hesitation. She passes me a key card. “Room 207. Down the hall, up the left stairs, second door. We don’t provide meals, but there are menus in the room for delivery.” She says and at the mention of food, my stomach growls loudly. She smiles and I feel my face heat up immediately. “Thank you. I’ll do that.” I say quickly. I don’t linger agter that, I quickly follow her directions, my heart pounding in my chest with every step until I reach the room. The door locks behind me with a solid click and only then do I breathe. I check the windows first, pulling the curtain aside just enough to look out. No one watching. No movement that feels wrong. It looks safe. I scan the room quickly. Bed. Bathroom. Small table. Menus stacked neatly. It This will do for one night. I think to myself. My stomach growl again and I quickly make my way over to the stack of menu's. I grab one of them immediately, my hands shaking as I begin to flip through it. Everything looks good and it take me a while to choose. I finally decide, and place the order before I can overthink it, then I head for the shower. The hot water almost makes me cry. I lean my forehead against the tile, breathing slowly, letting the tension ease from my body just a little, but I don’t linger longer than necessary. I quickly wash myself and rinse before I get out of the shower. When I finally step out of the bathroom, I turn on the TV for noise. I need to do something normal. Something human. The food arrives quickly. I pay the delivery man and lock the door again, before I make my way over to the bed. I sit down and I immediately dig into my food. Halfway through, I realize that I am shaking, but not from hunger. From fear. I try to slow my breathing, and force myself to focus on the screen. On the sound of voices that don’t belong to my world. On the simple fact that no one is yelling my name. No one is dragging me anywhere. I am alone. The thought should comfort me, but instead, panic creeps in. I am alright for tonight, but what happens after tomorrow? I swallow hard and set the food aside. My wolf stirs uneasily, sensing my distress. She presses against me. We’re safe for now. She tries to comfort me and I swallow hard. For now... I agree before pulling my food closer again. I try to focus on the tv again, but my mind begins to wander. Tomorrow is the blood moon. I don’t know what that means for me, alone and unclaimed, so far from any pack. I don’t know if I will be able to stay hidden. I don’t know if Damon will try harder once the moon rises. I swallow hard and shake my head. “Calm down... Just breathe.” I whisper. I slowly begin to count until the tightness in my chest eases slightly. Tomorrow, I tell myself. Tomorrow I will make a plan. Bus schedules. Trains. Anything that takes me farther away from here. I will l use every bit of money I have if I have to. I glance at the clock. It's late. I force myself to lie back on the bed, keeping my clothes on, and my bag within reach. I close my eyes, and try to force myself to sleep. Sleep comes slowly, but eventually the exhaustion catches up to me and the darkness swallows me.Scott's Point of View I have read the same report four times, and I still couldn't tell you what it says. I stare down at the words, trying to force myself to focus, but the letters blur together until they may as well be written in another language. With a frustrated sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub a hand over my face. "Get it together." I mutter to myself. There is work to do. Meetings to organize. Training reports to sign. Patrol schedules to approve. I reach for the next file. Open it. Read the first sentence. ...Nothing. My thoughts begin to drift again. Back to two nights ago. To Bianca standing in Ethan's nursery. Her smile. The way she looked at me. The way her damp hair rested against her shoulders after her shower. The way her shirt had clung... I shut my eyes tightly. "No." I whisper, shaking my head. The familiar heat immediately spreads through my chest again. It feels as though my veins are on fire. I let out a s
Bianca's Point of View I wake to the sound of Ethan babbling through the baby monitor and smile sleepily as I sit up in bed. "Well, I guess that's my cue to start the day." I murmur to myself before slipping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. I quickly begin my morning routine and after getting dressed, I walk across the hallway and quietly push open Ethan's nursery door. The moment he sees me, his entire face lights up. He throws both little hands into the air and lets out an excited squeal and I laugh. "There he is! My happy little boy." I lift him out of his cot and kiss his forehead. "Did you sleep well?" I ask. He answers with another happy babble before grabbing a handful of my hair, and yanking it. "Ouch. I'll take that as a yes." I laugh, untangling my hair from his grip. A few minutes later, after changing his diaper and getting him dressed, I carry him into the kitchen. Scott is already there. He has a mug of coffee in one hand and is reading over
Scott's Point of ViewDinner with the pack ends later than I expect.Between Marcus telling another ridiculous story from training, Emma teasing me about Ethan's little surprise this morning, and Aiden insisting that he should be promoted to "Junior Alpha," there is barely a quiet moment the entire evening.By the time Bianca, Ethan and I finally make our way back to the apartment, the little guy is rubbing his eyes."Someone is tired."Bianca says softly, smiling down at him.Ethan answers with a tiny yawn before resting his head against her shoulder.I chuckle."I think bath time and bed sound like a good idea."I say and she nods her head."They do."She agrees.The moment we step inside the apartment, Bianca disappears down the hallway with Ethan."I'll get him cleaned up."She calls over her shoulder."I'll be there in a minute."I answer.I tidy up the few things we brought home before making my way toward Ethan's nursery.The bathroom door is open.I stop in the doorway without
Bianca's Point of ViewFor a few minutes after Emma leaves the library, I stay exactly where I am.I glance down at Ethan, who is happily chewing on his little fox teether while kicking his legs."Well..."I murmur."What do you think?"He looks up at me with a huge smile before letting out an excited squeal.I can't help smiling back."You want to go see Daddy?"Another squeal.I laugh softly."I'll take that as a yes."I carefully lift him into my arms before gathering his diaper bag and the blanket lying beside us.As I make my way through the packhouse, I can't help feeling nervous.I don't know why.I'm just going to watch Scott teach the children.It's not like I'm interrupting a meeting or anything important.Still...My stomach flutters the closer I get to the training grounds.Soon, I hear it.Laughter.Children shouting.Someone blowing a whistle.The sounds drift across the open field, and before I even step through the gate, I can already hear Scott's voice."Again!"He ca
Bianca's Point of ViewThe Luna library has quickly become one of my favorite places in the packhouse.It is always quiet.Peaceful.The large windows let the afternoon sunlight stream inside, warming the wooden floors, while shelves lined with books surround the room. There are comfortable couches tucked into the corners, but today Ethan and I have claimed the soft rug in front of the fireplace.Ethan is lying on his stomach, happily kicking his little legs while chewing on one of his woodland-themed teething toys.I smile as he lets out another happy squeal."You really like that one, don't you?"I ask softly.He looks up at me with his bright blue eyes before smiling around the toy.My heart melts."You are just the sweetest little boy."I murmur, brushing a hand over his soft hair."You know that?"He babbles something that sounds incredibly important before reaching both hands toward me.I laugh quietly."Oh? Really?"He grins even wider."I'll take that as a yes."I lean forward
Scott's Point of ViewThe morning sun is already climbing above the trees by the time Mark finally calls an end to training.I pull the towel from around my neck and wipe the sweat from my face before draping it back over my shoulders.All around us, warriors begin collecting their water bottles and chatting as they head off the field.Istretch my arms above my head before letting out a long breath."That felt good."I say with a satisfied smile and Sienna nods her head."It did. I needed it."She says. I glance over at her and chuckle.“Yeah... I could tell...”I say teasingly and she narrow her eyes at me.“Are you saying that I looked stressed?”She asks and I shrug. “I’m saying you looked like you wanted to punch something… and luckily, I was there.”I say and she laughs, nudging me lightly with her shoulder."Fair enough... I probably did."She admits."It has just been one of those weeks."I nod in understanding."I get that."For a few moments we walk in comfortable silence to
Bianca’s Point of ViewI don’t stop walking until I am halfway down the hallway.Actually, I don’t stop walking until I am pretty sure Scott can’t see me anymore.My face is burning, my heart is beating way too fast and my mind keeps replaying the exact same moment over and over again.Me standing
Bianca’s Point of ViewThe kitchen is quiet.Well… as quiet as it can be in a packhouse.There are still voices in the halls, people moving around, and the occasional sound of someone laughing somewhere in the distance, but for once I am not overwhelmed by it.I am standing at the kitchen counter,
Bianca’s Point of View For a few seconds after Scott says the words, I just stare at him. I think my brain stops working. Because I expected him to say that he was hurt. I expected him to say that he wasn’t ready. I expected him to remind me of everything I did wrong. And he has every right t
Scott’s Point of View For a few seconds after Bianca takes my hand, neither of us moves. Her fingers are warm against mine, and there is something about the small smile on her face that makes something in my chest loosen slightly. Not everything is fixed. Not even close. But for the first time







