SELENA’S POVI knew that Tristan had a thing against me since I rejected him as Alpha, but involving my tribe in the picture continually was just wrong on every level and very insensitive of him.My rage began to build inside of me. How dare he accuse us of stealing when we were just trying to help others? "We were planning to distribute it to the homeless," I said firmly, trying to control my shaking voice. I knew that trying to explain to him was useless but I needed to save both me and Ana's asses at the moment.Tristan didn't seem to believe me. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me close until my face was right in front of his. So close that I could count his eyelashes if I tried."You're lying," he hissed, hot, minty breath fanning into my face. "I don't know what your real intentions were, but you're not going to steal from me anymore. You thought I would never find out, you whore. I will make you pay."I squeezed my eyes shut to calm the tempest of rage and hurt roaring i

Selena’s POVAs I open my eyes, I'm immediately hit with a sharp pain in my head. I groan, wincing as I try to lift my arm to touch my head, only to find that it's bandaged up. Memories of the previous night come flooding back to me, and I wince at the thought of the humiliation and pain I endured in front of everyone. I feel a sense of regret and anger towards myself for not being more careful.But even as I lay here, battered and bruised, I can't bring myself to regret what I did. I know that there are so many people in our pack who are struggling to survive, and I can't just sit back and watch them suffer. It's not in my nature to turn a blind eye to those in need.I feel a twinge of pain in my chest as I think about the consequences of my actions. Tristan will never forgive me, and I'll forever be an outcast in this pack. But then again, I don't want to be part of a pack that condones such cruelty and injustice.As I look up at Roy's concerned face, I'm grateful for his kindness

Tristan’s POVLady Annika starts the seance, and I sit there, watching as she begins to speak in a language I couldn't understand. The hairs on my arms start to rise, and I feel a sense of unease in the pit of my stomach.Suddenly, she looks me dead in the eyes and then she tells me what she sees."I see two twin souls, both equal in energy and heading in the same direction," she said, her voice low and gravelly. "But one starts to burn brighter and faster than the other, overtaking them in speed and destination."Her words caused a chill to run down my spine. The image she was painting is unsettling, and I can't help but wonder what it means for me.I listen intently, hanging on her every word. But then, her tone changes, and she speaks of a darker path. "The bright soul meets an even brighter soul with purer energy on his way, but he consumes her, snuffs out her light, and continues on his way."I feel a sense of rage building inside of me. How dare she suggest that I would snuff o

Zander’s POVI closed my eyes for a moment, lost in the memory of the day my mother took me and Tristan to see Annika. We were just kids then, barely old enough to understand the gravity of what was happening. But my mother was insistent - she wanted to know what the future held for her sons.I opened my eyes and looked at her, wondering if she remembered that day too. "Annika, do you remember when my mother brought us here for our first reading?" I asked, my voice tinged with nostalgia.Annika smiled softly, her eyes flickering with recognition. "Of course, Zander. You and your brother were such bright-eyed and curious children. I remember being hesitant to read your futures, though.""Why were you hesitant?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.She hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well, when twins are born, it's often said that one will have a bright star and the other a dark star. And it's not always a good thing when both have dark stars."I frowned at the memory, feeling a sen

Selena’s POVAs I walked into the grand dining room, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had never seen anything like it before. The room was massive, with high ceilings and ornate chandeliers hanging from above, casting a soft glow over the room. The walls were adorned with beautiful tapestries and paintings, and the table itself was a work of art. It was made of the finest wood and was adorned with silver plates and cutlery, and crystal glasses sparkled in the candlelight.But what really caught my attention were the people. Everyone was dressed to the nines, wearing the most expensive clothes and jewelry I had ever seen. I felt so out of place in my simple top and jeans, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the scar on my face. Ana had styled my hair to cover it up, but I still felt like everyone was staring at me.Ana tried to boost my confidence as I left the room, but it wasn't enough. As I stepped into the dining room, I felt my confidence plummet to th