Ellie's P.O.V
The celebration for the new pack leaders had been unforgettable. It started with the formal rituals, the oaths, the bowing heads and proud declarations — but it ended with laughter, wild music, and the kind of chaos only a werewolf pack could call fun. Games, drinks, dancing until the moon sat high — and then some. But now it was past midnight, and the night air was thick with the scent of pine and the lingering heat of celebration.
I left the crowd behind and slipped into the trees, my footsteps soft as instinct carried me to a small clearing I'd marked earlier. Something about it had called to me — quiet, untouched, surrounded by thick woods and stars above.
I needed this moment. Alone.
The title of Enforcer felt heavier than I'd expected. I didn't wear it like a badge of honor. I wore it like armor, to protect the parts of me still trying to heal — especially the part that used to howl beneath the moon.
I stepped into the center of the clearing and took a deep breath, lowering myself to my knees. I closed my eyes and reached inward, calling out to the part of me that used to be Lizzy.
Come on, I pleaded silently. Please.
I focused on the silence, the wind brushing through the leaves, the steady beat of my heart. I tried to find that feeling again — the one you get just before a shift. The warmth in your gut. The stretch in your limbs. The whisper in your mind that says it's time.
But there was nothing. Just emptiness.
I swallowed hard and opened my eyes.
"Hey."
I jumped slightly, turning to see Jacob pushing his way through the brush like it was becoming his signature move.
"Is this a habit of yours now?" I asked, rising to my feet and brushing off my hands.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of like our little getaways. I find out something new about you every time."
His smirk faded, replaced by that earnest concern he wore so well. "So... did you try it?"
I blinked, feigning confusion. "Try what?"
"Ellie." His voice was gentle, but sure. "You thought that maybe becoming Enforcer — stepping into your full power — would give your wolf the energy she needed. You thought maybe Lizzy just needed a boost. That maybe this would be enough to bring her back."
The words sank into me with an almost physical weight.
I took a step back. I hadn't said any of that aloud. Not to anyone. But I had thought it. Late at night. Quietly. Hopelessly.
Jacob noticed my reaction and lifted his hands slightly in defense. "Hey — I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I don't know. We're friends now, I think. I'm learning how to read you a little."
His tone wasn't pushy or invasive. It was just Jacob. Honest. Soft around the edges.
Still, it rattled me that he could see through me so easily.
"Oh," I muttered, unsure of what else to say.
"So..." he tried again, "did it work?"
I shook my head. "No. It didn't."
"I'm sorry," he said, and when his hand landed gently on my shoulder, it wasn't pity — it was support. "I know how much you wanted that."
I gave him a weak smile. "Yeah, well. I'll figure something out."
He frowned slightly, and I could tell he didn't believe my smile any more than I did. So I pivoted.
"So how does it feel? Being Alpha?"
His shoulders relaxed a bit, and he smiled. "It feels... powerful."
I smirked. "Fitting."
He glanced at me sideways. "And you? Enforcer Ellie?"
I took a breath. "Refreshing. Like I'm finally doing something that fits me."
"Let's go for a run," he said suddenly, stepping away from me and motioning toward the woods.
"What?" I blinked, confused.
"Come on," he grinned, already taking a few steps backwards. "Let's blow off some steam."
And then — in true Jacob fashion — he was right in front of me, his hand slipping into mine with easy warmth.
"Let's test these powers out," he said before tugging me with him, laughter in his voice.
Then he was off, bolting into the trees.
"Woah!" he shouted behind him.
I laughed, startled but amused, and took off after him.
And that's when I felt it.
A flicker. A surge. Like lightning threading through my veins. My limbs burned in the best way — fast, alive, sharp. I caught up to Jacob easily... or maybe he let me.
"What took you so long?" he teased through the mind link.
"Traffic," I shot back, and his laugh echoed in my head.
We ran side by side, wind in our hair, hearts thundering. We leapt over tree roots, ducked under branches. Jacob pushed his speed, and I could feel it — the Alpha in him beginning to test his limits.
"You can go," I said through the mind link, breathless but steady.
"What do you mean?"
"You want to test the full extent of your powers. And you should. Go."
He hesitated. "You sure?"
"Positive. I'll be at the waterfall if you need me."
And that was all he needed. A moment later, he was gone, wind and shadow slipping between the trees.
I veered off, taking the old path to the waterfall, letting the sounds of rushing water call me forward.
The waterfall glittered under the moonlight, casting silver shadows on the rocks and moss around me. The night air was cooler here, laced with the earthy scent of damp leaves and rushing water. I walked slowly to the edge and sat down on the flat boulder I'd claimed many times before, listening to the sound of the current. It was peaceful. Too peaceful for what stirred inside me.
Why did I think becoming Enforcer would change anything?
I looked down at my hands, fingers curling unconsciously. It wasn't about the title or the authority—I didn't care about that. It was about connection. Every time I fought, every time I pushed past my limits, I thought I felt her. Lizzy. My wolf. Like her essence was still buried deep, flickering through me in brief moments of strength. Especially during the fight with Iron Fist—when everything burned, when my body felt like it would explode from within—something shifted. Something inside me screamed, and for a heartbeat, I swore it wasn't just me.
That's when I started to believe... maybe she wasn't truly gone. Maybe she didn't die when I felt her silence. Maybe she was just wounded. Dormant. Waiting for something powerful enough to heal her.
And if that power existed anywhere, I thought it would be in me—when I became the Enforcer.
But tonight proved otherwise. I tried. I kneeled. I focused. Nothing happened.
Jacob knew. Of course he did. He always seemed to know lately. That scared me more than I let on.
I hugged my knees tighter, breathing in the cool mist from the falls, and tried to shake the weight in my chest.
Then I stilled.
My instincts flared — not danger, exactly, but something... different.
I closed my eyes, reaching out with my senses.
And then — like a film projected behind my eyes — I saw something.
A girl. Standing near the border. Two boys with her. A jagged piece of metal gripped in her hand like a weapon. They were close. Too close.
I knew that face. She was the girl Jacob nearly killed... the one he lost control over.
And then, just like that, the vision vanished.
I opened my eyes, heart racing. I didn't know how I saw it. I didn't even know if it was real. But it felt true.
Could it be some kind of gift? A side effect of my wolf's absence? Or... maybe a sign she was still in there, fighting to come back. Maybe Lizzy wasn't gone, just lost — disconnected. And if this power, this Enforcer strength, could reach her — maybe that was the boost she needed.
Not to be saved. But to find her own way back.
I looked toward the border, then back toward the waterfall. Logic said let the patrols handle it. But something deeper — instinctual — urged me to go.
So I did.
I bolted from the waterfall, the forest blurring around me as I moved toward the north. My heartbeat found a rhythm, steady and strong, like it always did before a fight. My mind cleared. My focus narrowed.
I was the Enforcer now.
And someone had just crossed the line.
As I sprinted through the trees, I opened a direct mind link to Beta Christian to fill him in on my whereabouts. I could've mindlinked Jacob, but if this was nothing, I don't want to interrupt his run. If it escalates, then we'll inform him.
"Christian," I said, breath steady as I ran. "We've got rogues crossing the northern border. I picked up three scents. The patrol team is missing—no visual, no response on link."
Static crackled briefly before his voice came through, low and sharp. "Copy that. Where are you now?"
"Closing in. Less than half a mile out. If they've harmed the patrol, I'll find out."
"You want backup?"
I hesitated. The smart move was yes.
"No, I got this," I replied. It was only three rogues. I can handle it.
"Alright, while you're doing that, I'll find out what happened to the patrol team," he replied. "If things escalate, call for backup. Don't play the hero, Ellie," he added.
"No promises," I killed the line and picked up speed, heart pounding louder now—but not from fear. From clarity. From purpose.
The forest thickened ahead. I slowed, crouching low as I veered off the main trail. I let my instincts guide me—ears sharp, eyes scanning, scent locked in. I moved like a shadow through the brush, and then I saw them.
Three figures. Moving low and quick between the trees. One girl, two guys. The girl held a jagged piece of pipe like a weapon. Her stance was too confident for someone on unknown land—like she'd been here before.
My eyes narrowed.
Her. The same rogue Jacob almost killed before. I hadn't seen her since, but now here she was again, back in our territory—and not alone.
I stepped out from the shadows and into the clearing ahead of them, calm but firm.
"That's far enough," I said, my voice like steel.
They froze.
The girl was the first to react. Her eyes met mine. Defiant, even as her grip on the pipe tightened.
"Well, look who it is," she sneered. "Didn't think they'd send the Enforcer herself."
"Then I guess it's your unlucky day.."
The taller guy to her left shifted uneasily. The other one looked too young to be dangerous, but I wasn't about to make that mistake of thinking they weren't.
"You've crossed into Midnight Moon territory. That's a death sentence," I said, stepping forward. "You've got five seconds to turn around and leave, or you won't get another chance."
"Funny," the girl said, a slow smile creeping across her face. "I was just thinking the same thing."
They moved at once.
The first rogue lunged forward with surprising speed, but I was faster. I ducked under his swing and drove my elbow into his ribs, hearing the breath leave his lungs. I spun and caught the second one, the younger guy, with a sharp kick to the knee that sent him crashing into a tree.
The girl came last, pipe swinging in a deadly arc toward my head. I caught it midair, sparks flying as metal clashed against the bracer on my forearm. Her eyes widened.
"I'm not the same girl you saw last time," I said, and I wasn't.
I twisted the pipe from her hands and shoved her back. She hit the ground hard, scrambling to her feet just as the other two groaned on the forest floor.
I stood over them, breathing hard but steady. No sign of the patrol yet, but I'd deal with that later..
"You're going to tell me why you're really here," I said, stepping closer, "and if you lie, you'll wish you'd stayed behind that border."
The girl spat blood to the side, glaring up at me.
And I glared right back, golden eyes burning.
The rogue girl sat on her knees, wrists bound tight with cord. Her companions stood behind her, wary and watchful, but didn't interfere. They hadn't moved since I disarmed her. Something told me they weren't here to fight, at least not yet.
I stayed on high alert anyway.
"Why are you on our land?" I asked, tone flat.
She didn't answer.
"Where's the patrol team?"
Still silence.
I took a step closer. "Start talking. Now."
The girl's head tilted slightly, a smirk twitching at the edge of her lips. "You don't recognize me, do you?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Aside from the rogue who fights alongside Kyle, I don't need to know anything else about you."
"I guess not," she said. "You grew up with a family. With people who tucked you in and sang you to sleep. I grew up in dirt and frostbite. Alone."
Something in her voice made my spine straighten.
"I'm your sister," she said.
I blinked once. Then scoffed. "You're out of your mind."
But she didn't flinch. "You were raised thinking you were the only one left behind. You weren't."
I stared at her, unmoving. "Alright, I'll bite...My foster parents don't know anything about you."
"Of course they don't," she said, sharper now. "They didn't know," she snapped. "No one did."
I raised an unconvinced brow at her. I shouldn't even be encouraging this conversation or any type of conversation with her. Why was I? I can't answer that.
She leaned forward, eyes never leaving mine.
I didn't say anything.
"When I was fifteen, I found a witch deep in the Black Hollow. Paid her everything I had just to look into my past. And she showed me you. Happy. Protected. You had everything."
"You went to a witch?" I asked, slowly.
She nodded. "Yeah. And the more I learned, the more I hated you. Every day you were safe, I was starving. Every night you slept in a bed, I slept on rocks. You had a name...Ellie." she said my name as if testing it out with disgust.
"I didn't even have a reason to keep breathing." she added.
Her voice cracked, just once, before her expression turned to stone again.
"You think I came here to pick a fight?" she sneered. "No. I came here to tell you that your little life: your pack, your power, is all built on a lie. You're no better than me. You just got lucky."
I was locked in place. Staring at the face of a girl I could barely recognize as real. A girl who claimed she carries the same blood. A girl who spent her whole life watching mine from the shadows. I gotta say, that was creepy. I title my head to side in boredom.
"Is this the best you?" I asked in complete boredom. She didn't even flinch. "Is this some kind of ploy to unravel me? Cause if it is, I gotta say its creative but wildly unconvincing. You had you're chance to leave my territory and you didn't take it. What happens next is on you," I said as I was ready to take them in.
"You have a crescent-shaped scar on your left shoulder," she rushed out before I could move and I paused. My blood ran cold.
"From a sunlamp. You got burned in the nursery. I saw it in the witch's vision. You screamed for hours until your lungs gave out. They thought something was wrong with you but they couldn't figure it out. Eventually, you stopped crying on your own. Like the big girl you are." she mocked.
I flinched. That was something no one but my parents knew.
"How did you know that?"
"I told you, I searched you up," she responded and I didn't say anything. I couldn't. Because now I am officially creeped out that a witch has been watching me.
"After learning about you, I wanted to see you. See if you were worth all the pain I've lived with."
I scoffed. "And? Am I?"
She gave a hollow smile. "No. You're not worth anything...So, I'll just take everything,"
Then her gaze darkened and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Her voice dropped to a razor's edge, slicing through the stillness.
"Uncle Ted's warm hands won't be there to catch him when I break his bones. Aunt Mariah's gentle smile will freeze forever once I'm done with her. Jake will choke on his own blood, and Jacob... I'll make sure that his name will be carved out on his chest before I kill him too."
My body moved before my brain could catch up. In a blur, I was in front of her, fist clenched at her collar, yanking her forward just enough to meet my glare.
"You lay a finger on anyone in this pack," I said in a low growl, "and I will end you before you can blink."
She smirked. "I'd like to see you try,"
She paused
"Sis."
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