LOGINSome whispers fade. Others leave scars that never heal.The war is over.Sam and Samantha are dead.The New Moon Pack is finally at peace.Everyone moved on...Except Blake.Every night, he wakes up gasping for air, his mother's last breath, loud and echoing in his ears. He never looks in the mirror twice, afraid he'll see the boy who was manipulated into helping destroy the very pack that gave him a home. Some tells him it wasn't his fault, the bullies tells him otherwise.So Blake does what he does best.He runs.Not with his feet, but with his silence.The only person stubborn enough to chase after him is Tom-the future Alpha, the powerful witch everyone fears... and the one person Blake wishes would stop caring.But Tom has loved Blake for far too long to walk away now. He's far too possessive to leave Blake on his own.As Blake struggles to outrun his past, something else begins watching from the shadows.An unseen presence.A pair of eyes that never blink.Waiting.Watching.Pla
POV: SAINT"He's going to be alright, and this isn't your fault." Jackson's voice was steady, though I could feel the strain beneath it, the same worry I carried mirrored quietly in the tension of his arms around me."It's been two months, Jackson, and he still won't talk to the therapist." I swallowed hard, the words scraping against a throat already tight with exhaustion."Let him take his time. We shouldn't rush him. He's witnessed so much at such a young age; it's important for him to process everything at his own pace," Jackson said while hugging me, his hand moving in slow, steady circles against my back the way it always did when he was trying to hold both of us together at once."I know, but," I breathed out shakily. "I should have told him sooner. It's all my fault." I sobbed, the guilt I'd been carrying for two months finally breaking loose all at once. "It must be incredibly hard for him to finally realize that his mother died that day.""We can't know what would have happe
POV: SAINT"Do you really have to stand here naked just because you got out of the shower?" I asked my sexy attractive blonde mate, who smirked at me and made me roll my eyes while I silently screamed, water still dripping from his hair onto the floor he clearly had no intention of wiping up."Absolutely. And you enjoy it," he replied, slowly getting dressed while maintaining eye contact, taking his time with every button as though daring me to look away first."I can see the mischief in your eyes, and no, we're not doing anything today. I'm exhausted and the kids are home.""I can take them back to Chris," he suggested right away, already reaching for his phone with an eagerness that made it clear he'd been planning this for a while.I just stared at him."Or your mom?"I continued to give him a blank look, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a response.He raised his hands in a playful gesture of surrender. "Alright, fine. No fucking until they're asleep.""That's not what I m
POV: Saint Two weeks later"What did they say?" I asked Jackson as he walked in through the front door, looking angry, exhausted, and frustrated, his shoulders slumped in a way I'd grown far too used to seeing over the past two weeks."The same old story; we still can't agree on anything," he replied with a deep sigh, dropping into the nearest chair like the weight of the day had finally caught up with him all at once.The past few weeks since the attack have been like this. We hold meetings almost every day to figure out our next steps as a pack, each one going into the next with the same tired arguments and no clearer resolution than the day before.The attack has created chaos and division among pack members and leaders. Most of the blame falls on Jackson—not just because he's the alpha, but because his family is behind the betrayals and attacks, an unfair weight that settled onto his shoulders the moment Samantha's true nature came to light, regardless of how lit
POV: JACKSONThe piercing scream caused Samantha to drop Saint, who hit the ground with a loud thud. I rushed over to him as he groaned in pain, his small body curling in on itself."What's all that screaming about?" she asked, walking to the door to take a look. Seeing that the alpha had his back turned to me, I summoned all my strength and kicked his legs out from under him, causing him to topple backward. I quickly grabbed his neck and tightened my grip, preventing him from shifting. He retaliated by driving his elbows into my stomach repeatedly, sending waves of pain through me, but I held on tight, my knuckles white with the effort.The noise drew Samantha's attention back to us. Our eyes locked as I continued choking the alpha, my arms burning from the strain.She smirked and said, "Did you really think I would care if he died?" Then she lunged for Tom, who clung desperately to Saint. Pulling out a knife, she swung it at Saint, slicing across his face. The sound he made, half ga
POV: JACKSONA jolt of disbelief shot through me as I tried to wrap my head around what she had just revealed, the words echoing over and over in my mind, refusing to arrange themselves into anything I could accept. I kept waiting for some detail to surface that would make this all make sense some other way, some misunderstanding I could cling to instead of the truth sitting plainly in front of me. The reason for our parents' deaths? It couldn't be that she was responsible for...Samantha settled into her seat, her eyes shimmering with triumph and pure joy at my stunned reaction, savoring the moment like something she'd been waiting years to finally say aloud. "That's right! I killed them, little brother."She didn't... Dad and Mom couldn't have... My chest tightened as her words began to sink in, the ground beneath everything I thought I knew about my own family crumbling away piece by piece. It made no sense, why would she do this? "...Why?""Why? Why?!" She exclaimed, rising from h







