LOGINLAYLA POV
The wind blew softly carrying with it the sweet smell of wet wood and lemon. I sniffed the air again and again as I drove closer to the pack house. I knew what the smell meant. my mate is close by. perhaps in the pack house ahead as the smell grew stronger. I fought against my wolf, shifting nervously as I drove faster. I have waited all these years for this. I could imagine the smile on mum's face when she finds out I have found my mate. I know dad would be happier. i wished my mate to be all I'd always imagined; tall, built, definitely not ugly and not to miss out, a war wolf. I have always had a thing for war wolves. Dad is the beta of the pack and a war wolf. He adores mum and my brother Theodore, if not for his loyalty to you alpha and the pack, dad's first priority would have been his family nonetheless it isn't too bad as it is his next priority. so, I guess I wanted my mate to be strong as well just like my dad. The scent of my mate hit me intensely as I drove to a stop in front of the pack house. Definitely my mate is somewhere inside. I wondered what I smelled like to him. Guess he should be feeling uneasy now too. I thought. with a quick check on myself using the car's side mirror, I saw my light blue eye stare back at me. my shoulder-length light brown hair covered my head accentuating my caramel skin. I quickly cleaned my sweaty face, taking deep breathes to calm my nerves. okay...Clara. let's go get our mate. I said to my wolf. I stepped out of the car, moving at a measured stride to the door. "Hey Layla... you're back earlier than expected". my dad called out to me from the kitchen. "yes dad". I hugged him, " Anna got the papers ready before now; all I need was a pick up". I said, peeking around to see if my mate was anywhere. "oh..." he raised a brow. "Anna has her ways when it comes to that anyways ". he chuckled. "Are you alright, dear? you seem uneasy". I knew it. I knew dad would read me out with all my fidgeting and the anxiety written all over my face. "you didn't lose the papers... did you?" he asked quickly . "No, I didn't lose it, dad". I saw the relief on his face. How can you fail in an assignment giving to you by your alpha?. A treaty paper isn't something you'd lose and get patted on the head for. I can't imagine what would happen if I lost them. "so, what is it dear?" He asked as he placed his hand on my shoulder looking me in the eyes, "I've never seen you this nervous before and more, you look pale. what is it?" He asked with a bit of authority in his voice. I fought myself to look away from him as another wave of wet wood and lemon scent wash over me. "Dad... I....I " I turned at the sound of voices. I was interrupted by the the alpha. "Layla... I see you're here already. Got the papers?" He asked calmly. I tried to focus on him but my eyes rested on the handsome young man beside him. I saw his eyes widen as it met mine. This is him. my mate. just like I had wished; tall, medium built, blue eyes just like mine, same hair colour. pretty! Clara screamed. our mate is as pretty as us. I felt my face turn red my wolf's description of our mate. is this what mum and dad felt at first sight? I could live in this moment forever as I felt lost in his blue eyes. alpha derrick cleared his throat loudly to snap me out of my daydream. I blushed deeply as I peeked at him under my lashes. "just hand over the papers". He said trying his best not to laugh. he and my dad shared a knowing look. "yes, alpha" muttered. I quickly handed the files still blushing. I am going to kick myself after this. he turned towards the door. "I think I'll need my beta in my office". he said to my dad who stood still with a huge grin pasted on his face, he stared. Dad hummed for a while before getting his bearing then exited the kitchen quickly in quick long strides. I stood there for goddess know how long, shifting my weight from one foot to the other like a little girl. I have waited twenty three years to find my mate and here he is, right in front of me. "you are so pretty ". my mate said in the sweetest voice I have ever heard. I blushed deeply. I saw a quick movement and before I could react, I was enveloped in his arms. His scent just was just perfect. I inhaled him deeply returning his embrace. "I can't believe I found you here". his voice tickled my senses. Just hug me forever. I thought. "Not much of a talker... uhn?" He asked lifting my chin. "oh my... I could stare into those eyes forever". "you are just perfect ". I regained my voice. his eyes shone with love. "we are made for each other after all". he smiled. "we are perfect together ". I glanced around meeting the eyes of several pack mates. I guess all the pack members already heard by now that I've got my mate. "let's talk". I whispers to my mate, nodding my head towards the window. He apparently understood the situation quickly. he pulled my hands and walked quickly out of the house. we sat by the fountain in the garden catching up on ourselves. my mate turned out to be a beta's son of a pack in the Eastern province. He is also part of the wolf's council. what luck! he is on visitation on the to the northern council headquarters which happens to be the pack house. to crown it all, he is a war wolf in training. we were so lost in our sweet conversation that we didn't notice the sun was about setting. I jumped up when I heard someone scream. Layla... meet me in the pack house now! I heard my father through the mind-link. "Dad needs me in the house now". I told Calhoun, my mate. we both ran to the house joining a crowd of pack members gathered around Jason, another pack members; Theodore's friend. Jason had just shifted when we stopped at the house. he was bloodied with claw marks all over him. A chunk of flesh was missing from his side. "Dad?" I called as he stepped out behind an angry alpha derrick. "what is happening?" His face was filled with sadness. Anger rolled off him. I could feel the rage. something was wrong. Jason is a strong pop and he had always accompanied theodore around. Theo... I thought. I haven't seen him since I returned. that was like an hour ago. it is quite unusual of him not to seek me out by now. "Theo..." I muttered. I stared at my dad. Anger flashed in his eyes, then sadness. it then hit me. theo was in trouble. my sweet little brother is in danger. "what happened...?" my mum beat me to the question ". Phillip?" her eyes swirled with anger as she desperately reached for her mate. Dad held her close. A tear fell from his eyes. I felt my mate draw me closer wrapping his arms around me. he could feel my despair. "they've got him, Sophia ". Dad said softly. "who?" I asked as tears threatened to fall. "Atridge...." he muttered. he held mum closer. The alpha's voice stopped me from asking the reason why the Atridge pack would want Theo. " I want all war wolves to head out to ridge forest ". he growled. "Ridge forest?" I looked at alpha derrick as he turned to my mum. "why the rigde forest?" "Sophia... he is fine". he said calmly but quickly. "I don't know how he is doing it but he is holding up. we just have to get to him as quick as possible ". "I will show you quick". mum screeched. the air tensed as her power flared. she is the pack's witch and a strong one. "hold hands..." she commanded. all the war wolves including the alpha and dad joined hands. I will die before someone lay a finger on my brother. I thought before grabbing the hand of the war wolf closest to me. "No, not you..." my dad began to say but the world blurred and the environment changed. light faded out and I felt the air thicken. my eyes shifted as I took in my new environment; the rigde forest. the darkness was so thick but my wolf's vision could make out every detail. I took a step backward feeling mum's raw power flared, lightening the area we stood. "I am here with e" my mate whispered. he held me close. I saw mum move quickly to the left. A bolt of pure white energy blazed out of her hands towards a shadow. "Not my son". she screamed. I zoomed in on the dark figure, surrounding it were eleven... no twelve huge shadows. they all ran towards the dark figure. As the ball of energy got closer, the dark figure turned. I saw it's almost white hair stick to its face by sweat and blood. then, it's green eyes widened as it saw the coming energy. I gasped as I saw the dark figure clearly. Theodore was surrounded by twelve wolves. not just any war wolves but twelve killer wolves.The alert came at dusk.Eli was in the training ground running the evening rotation when the scout came through the northern gate at a pace that wasn't running but was everything short of it — the controlled fast-walk of a trained wolf who had learned not to signal panic but couldn't entirely suppress urgency. Eli saw her from across the ground and was moving before she'd covered half the distance between them.Her name was Brynn. She was one of the eastern perimeter scouts, three years on that rotation, reliable in the specific way that meant she didn't escalate unnecessarily. The fact that she was walking like that meant something had happened worth walking like that about."Report," Eli said, meeting her in the middle of the ground."Eastern boundary, sector four," she said. She was breathing controlled — post-run breathing, she'd covered ground fast to get here. "Four wolves. Atridge markings. They came to the boundary line and stopped.""Crossed?""No. Stopped exactly at the line
He found Theodore at the western edge of the compound.Caden had not been looking for him specifically. This was the version of events he intended to maintain, at least to himself, for as long as it remained even partially credible. He had been walking the compound perimeter — a habit, a daily practice of checking the fabric of the place, the gates and the sightlines and the general state of a hundred small things that told him more in aggregate than any formal report — and the western path ran along the silver trees, and Theodore was there.That was all.He slowed his pace.Theodore had his back partly turned, looking at the tree line with the focused quality Caden had noticed in him — the ability to be fully present in stillness, which was rarer than people understood. He wasn't doing anything. Just standing in the shade the trees made, in the cool air off the forest, with his hands loose at his sides.He heard Caden coming before Caden announced himself. Caden could tell from the s
The paper was Sable's idea.Not directly — she hadn't suggested it, hadn't said you should write to your pack, Theodore, let them know you're alive. She had simply mentioned, in the offhand way she mentioned things she intended to land, that the Ridge compound maintained a courier system with the neighboring territories and that outgoing correspondence left on Tuesdays and Fridays.It was Thursday.Theodore sat at the small desk in his room with a piece of paper and a pen he'd borrowed from the apprentice and looked at the blank page for longer than the task warranted.The problem was not knowing what to say. He knew what to say. The problem was the shape of what he was saying it into — the birth pack, forty wolves he had grown up among, the residential building with its particular smell of old wood and cook-fires, the training ground where Marcus had taught him at twelve to stand properly before he taught him anything else. The life he had left at a run eleven days ago and hadn't loo
He woke before dawn and couldn't find his way back to sleep.This wasn't new. It had happened in the first nights after the attack — his body cycling back to alertness at odd hours, running threat assessments on rooms that didn't need them, his nervous system still catching up to the fact that the chase had ended. He had expected it to settle. It was settling, slowly, the way these things did.But this was different.He lay on his back in the narrow bed in the room that had become, tentatively and without his full consent, the place he slept, and looked at the ceiling in the dark and tried to locate what had pulled him up from sleep.Not sound. The compound was quiet — the particular deep quiet of the early hours, a handful of scouts on perimeter rotation somewhere in the dark beyond the walls, everything else still. Not threat. His body wasn't running that register, wasn't coiled the way it coiled before a fight. Something else. Something internal.He turned his head toward the windo
The kitchens at Ridge compound produced food on a scale that still caught Theodore off guard.He had grown up in a pack a third of this size, eaten in a hall that held forty wolves at capacity with the benches pushed together. The Ridge dining hall was longer, louder, and operated with the same underlying logic as everything else in the compound — purposeful, efficient, nothing accidental about the layout or the flow of people through it.Caden had sent word that morning through the apprentice that Theodore and Marcus were expected at the midday meal. Not an invitation. Not quite an order. The particular phrasing of someone who had decided a thing was happening and was informing rather than requesting.Marcus had looked at the message and then at Theodore and said, "Interesting.""It's a meal," Theodore said."It's a meal with the Alpha and his Beta three days after we arrived uninvited," Marcus said. "Which makes it either an assessment or a declaration. Possibly both."They went.Th
Caden left before dawn.He took four wolves — Petra from the training unit, two senior scouts named Dray and Fenwick, and a young tracker called Wren who had been running the eastern boundary for three years and knew its irregularities the way other wolves knew their own hands. Five total. Small enough to move fast, large enough to handle whatever the boundary currently looked like.Eli had wanted to come. Caden had told him to stay and run the compound and Eli had looked at him with the expression that meant this conversation isn't over and then done it anyway, because Eli understood the difference between objecting to a decision and refusing to execute it.They rode out through the northern gate in the grey pre-dawn and turned east.The boundary of Ridge territory was not a line on a map.It was a living thing — marked in places by the natural geography, the ridge itself running northeast to southwest and giving the pack its name, in others by decades of carefully maintained scent m
THEODORE POV"slow down... Jason". I shouted. I ran behind him."catch me". he replied as he changed into his wolf in mid-air, he raced faster into the woods leaving dust, rotten leaves and twigs in his wake.I groaned as I watch him disappear into the woods ahead. I hated that I couldn't shift int
THEODORE POV I wheezed as I ran into the ridge forest. bad idea... my wolf said. I ignored her, running faster, jumping boulders, dodging vines and thorns of wild plants whilst moving deeper into the thick black forest. I could feel the air getting thicker as I moved. the thick trees had
I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream ca
The forest had a heartbeat.Theodore felt it the moment his feet crossed the boundary — a deep, rhythmic pulse that seemed to rise from the earth itself and travel up through his soles, rattling his bones. He had always been told the Ridge was dead. A cursed stretch of woods where wolves went in an







