Novel-novel oleh Hope Scott

POV: MiraThe central square of Newhaven was alive with the kind of tension that could either ignite a fire or snuff it out completely. Torches burned brightly in the cool night air, their flickering light casting long shadows over the faces of those gathered. Wolves and humans stood shoulder to shoulder, but the distance between them was more than physical. Their expressions ranged from skepticism to cautious hope, each of them waiting for someone to tell them this uneasy truce wasn’t in vain.I stood next to Lucan at the heart of it all, my heart pounding in my chest. The bond between us hummed faintly, a steady pulse that kept me grounded. We weren’t just speaking to a crowd—we were trying to reshape the very foundation of a fractured city.Lucan took a step forward, his golden eyes scanning the crowd with the calm authority that had carried him through every battle. When he spoke, his voice was clear and commanding, cutting th

POV: MiraThe library was alive with a silence that seemed to breathe, each whisper of wind against the cracked windows carrying an unspoken urgency. This room, once a sanctuary of knowledge, now felt like a vault of unanswered questions. Scrolls and ancient texts were strewn across the table before me, each one more cryptic than the last. At their center lay the phoenix symbol, its fiery outline glowing faintly in the flickering lantern light.“Why now?” I murmured aloud, running my fingers over the worn edges of the parchment. The prophecy had been haunting us for weeks, its meaning shifting like shadows on a wall. But something about tonight felt different. Heavier. As though the answer I sought was just beyond my reach.The lantern flickered, and I froze. A strange sensation crept over me, like the world was tilting beneath my feet. The room began to blur, the shadows lengthening and shifting. Then, without warning, the library vani

POV: LucanThe council chamber was a cauldron of dissent. The voices of wolves filled the air, overlapping in a chorus of anger, doubt, and suspicion. Merrin sat beside me, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to the chaos unfolding around us. Eldrin stood near the back, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if anticipating another betrayal.“This alliance with the humans is a mistake,” said Verran, one of the more vocal council members. His voice was low but sharp, every word calculated to sow discord. “We are wolves, not their protectors. Lucan has forgotten what it means to lead.”“I haven’t forgotten anything,” I said, my voice steady but loud enough to cut through the noise. “And if you think holding onto old grudges is going to save us, you’re the one who’s forgotten what leadership means.”Verran sneered, his golden eyes narrowing. “Leadership means strength. Not bend

POV: MiraThe tension in the council chamber was almost suffocating. Wolves and humans sat around the long, scuffed table, their faces etched with suspicion and fatigue. The weight of our task made the room feel smaller than it was, every word poised to rekindle the very conflict we were all desperate to end.I stood at the head of the table, my palms pressed to the rough wood as I studied the leaders. On one side, Edgar and the other human representatives radiated distrust. On the other, Lucan and his council wore expressions ranging from reluctant hope to thinly veiled contempt. Selene leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze tracking every flicker of tension between the two factions.“This won’t work if we don’t learn to trust each other,” I said, injecting quiet conviction into my tone. “W

POV: MiraThe battle had ended hours ago, but its shadows lingered, clawing at the edges of my mind. Even here, beside the campfire, surrounded by those who had survived, the echoes of gunfire and howls haunted me. I wrapped my arms around my knees, staring into the flames as though their flickering light could burn away the memories.Lucan sat close, his presence a constant, grounding weight beside me. His golden eyes, sharp as ever, were fixed on the horizon where Kael’s forces had disappeared into the night. There was a tension in his jaw, a tautness in his shoulders that mirrored my own. He was a fortress, unyielding and unbreakable, but I could feel the storm raging beneath the surface.“You should rest,” I said softly, though I knew my words would do little to sway him.“So should you,” he replied, his voice rough with exhaustion, but still carrying the unrelenting authority that made him who he was.

POV: LucanEldrin’s chamber was dimly lit, the flickering light of a single lantern casting long shadows over the ancient scrolls and faded maps that cluttered the table. He stood at its edge, his hands resting on a brittle piece of parchment, his face drawn with concern. I had seen him calm in the midst of battle, resolute in the face of rebellion, but now, something in his posture sent a chill through me.“The phoenix prophecy isn’t just a call for unity,” Eldrin began, his voice low and measured. “It’s a warning.”I leaned closer, my gaze fixed on the parchment. The symbol of the phoenix, wings outstretched and flames curling around it, was drawn in sharp, deliberate strokes. Beneath it, the words of the prophecy had been scrawled in an old dialect, their meaning clear despite the faded ink:“The bonded pair must rise, or the shadow will consume all. Fear, hatred, and division will call