Scarlett’s POVI woke up in Enzo’s bed. I felt stiff and strange, my body placed flat on my back, my hands resting limply at my sides. I blinked blearily at the ceiling, confused when I saw the pale light of a spring dawn streaming in through the cracks in the curtains.What had happened? I remembered the giant, the portals, riding on Enzo’s back… My brow furrowed. With a trembling hand, I reached up and touched my forehead. The bedframe creaked with my movement; something shifted in my peripheral vision a second later.“Scarlett,” breathed Enzo. “You’re all right.”“Never better,” I joked weakly, squinting against even the dim light to meet his worried gaze.“You were out for a long time. I thought…” I didn’t interrupt. I just let us sit in the slightly uncomfortable silence that followed. Enzo coughed. “I thought you weren’t all right, is all. I’m glad you are. I’ll get Emila to check you over at once.”“No.” I bit my lip. “No, please, not yet.”“Okay. All right.” His eyes dipped t
Enzo’s POV“I’ve sent out my scouts to find Isaak,” I said, pacing back and forth across my office. Scarlett’s eyes followed me. “I can’t risk not having my Warrior Wolves here, not if Alpha Ryker is coming. Who knows when that will be, though?”“It sounded soon.” Scarlett knotted her hands together and nibbled on her full lower lip. It distracted me for a moment; I wanted to kiss her deeply. “Bennett wouldn’t have woken up like that to tell us he was coming in a year’s time, now, would he?”My brow pulled taut. I paused. “I don’t think he woke up at all. Emila induced a coma, Scar. He shouldn’t have been able to talk. I think it was his gift that spoke to us, if such a thing is even possible.”“You think it could be,” she said. It wasn’t a question.“Hell – I don’t know.” I shrugged and resumed my pacing. “I was turned into a woman, then – I don’t even know what after that.” I shuddered at the memory. “We travelled in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Then your magic turned me back. W
Scarlett’s POVEnzo tugged at my clothes, like a starving man clawing at a steaming banquet. I arched up into his every touch, craving it just as much as he craved mine.I wasn’t sure when I’d decided to let myself give in and be happy. Maybe it was when I’d realised how short a time we might have together.Maybe it was when one of my memories had come back. After waking, back from the fight in the woods, it had started to form slowly. When I’d seen Bennett, it had slithered back into place. I’d been too preoccupied by his injury to realise it had come back, but…But now I knew.Enzo nipped at the soft skin below my ear. I ground up against him, my core warm and desperate for contact. He chuckled, the sound dark and teasing, and he sucked a bruise into my neck.“Enz,” I gasped.His mouth travelled down; he yanked my sweater off and groaned when he found no bra beneath it. He grasped my breasts, squeezing and then pulling away, ever so slightly, just enough to brush his fingertips over
Enzo’s POVI stomped down to the cells, my boot soles slapping hard enough against the stone to send vibrations ricocheting up the walls and echoing back down the sloping hall.I’d known we would be outnumbered no matter what. But this? This was unprecedented. Hell, this wouldn’t even be a battle – this would be a massacre.Unless Scarlett performed some kind of God-damned miracle, we would all die. Because there was no way any of my wolves would bow to Alpha Ryker – I cut myself off. Maybe I was wrong; maybe they would. I was on my way to see a traitor right now. Sure, he’d only helped the rogues – but that was with no prompting. Maybe with a boot to their necks my other wolves would cave, too.A muscle tensed in my jaw. My knuckles were white, the skin pulled taut over bone. I wished I’d brought Scarlett with me, but she’d had a strange look in her eyes as I’d left, and she’d said she had something else, something important, to do. We would reconvene after. I was more than a little
Scarlett’s POVGuilt gnawed at my chest as Enzo left to interrogate Isaak alone, but there was something important I had to do. If Alpha Ryker was coming with most of the damned werewolf population at his heels, we needed more manpower than we had. Enzo could try to corral the rest of the Canadian Realm, but I had a horrible feeling that they would be less than eager to sacrifice themselves for him. His reputation preceded him – Hell, they might even think Ryker was a better man to fight for.I had. I was Enzo’s mate, and I’d still fallen for Alpha Ryker’s pretty lies. If not for the mate bond, and the slim trickle of my memories returning to me, I wondered if I would ever have come home.And I worried that some of the Canadian packs had already caved. We hadn’t known about the other Realms, though it made sense – from the gaps in my memory Enzo had filled in, Ryker had been apparently doing nothing, biding his time while he searched for me, for months. Our scouts had reported nothing
Enzo’s POVScarlett told me what Bennett had said. I relayed back the information I’d got from Isaak, and we headed back down to the cells together, determined to work out who this mysterious she was – and whether she was really one of the rogues at all.It took me a while to gather myself first, though. I’d lost myself to panic, my chest tight, my heart hollow, and seeing Scarlett, alive and well, had shattered and rebuilt me all at once. As I took her in, running my hands over her beautiful body, making sure no part of her was harmed, I realised that I needed help. Emila hadn’t said anything about her being hurt; I’d heard he words medical centre and assumed, and panicked. Losing Scar so many times, in so many different ways, had damaged me. Both of us avoided the elephant in the room. Bennett had said she’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice to stop Alpha Ryker. That considered, a tiny, traitorous part of me wondered if living under his rule would really be so bad…Then I remembe
Scarlett’s POV“Pretty much,” said Isaak, his gaze downcast. He shuffled his weight from foot to foot. “I’m sorry.”“Why did they target your sister?” I asked, leaning closer to the cell bars. He shrugged. “She’s the only family I have left. They knew I’d do anything for her, I guess. Even…”I nodded. “Even this.” But then my eyes narrowed. “How did they know you well enough to target her?”Isaak’s cheeks flushed. He started picking at his cuticles and refused to meet my eyes. “They have scouts too,” he said. I felt convinced it was a lie. Before I could push the matter, though, Enzo grabbed my arm.“Hey,” I said, trying to pry his fingers off. They were white knuckled. My belly hollowed out. “What is it?”“Marla just mindlinked me,” he whispered, glancing furtively at Isaak. Understanding immediately, I towed him out of the cells and up into a nook at the top of the stairs. My back was pressed flat against the wall; Enzo huddled close, biting his lip as he looked around anxiously.O
Enzo’s POVI shoved down my terror as the wolves swelled around us, a writhing, unforgiving tide. Like a stone upon the shore I stood firm, knowing I must withstand its force. My terror was not for me, and neither was my determination. It was for her – my mate, the beautiful woman sat upon my wolven back – and for my pack members. They had not chosen this fate, no more than Scar or I had. This was our only chance to make it right.Scarlett knotted her fingers in my fur. She leant forward and whispered, “I’ve got you.”Then the enemy was upon us.I surged forward, meeting them rather than allowing them to breach our front line. My Beta and Gamma lunged with me, our movements so well practised we barely had to think of them. I had to adjust my balance more with Scar on my back, but it was instinct, raw and as natural as breathing, to keep her secure atop me.My jaw locked around a grey wolf’s neck. I clamped down, pulled back, tore flesh from bone. The wolf fell to the ground, dead. Blo
Bennett’s POVThings had taken a while to fall back into place after the battle. With the pack house left in ruins, Scarlett and Enzo had worked with his parents to rehome everyone that lived inside it while it was rebuilt. His mother and father had stayed close, lending their expertise as they got to grips with navigating life post-Ryker.They hadn’t been the only ones to stay, though. I’d asked to remain in Moose Creek. Enzo had accepted my cagey reasoning with narrowed eyes, but he would’ve said yes to just about anything with his mate’s hand on his arm. In truth, I didn’t know where else to go now. Everything in my life had been building up to this. Crafting prophecies for people to find, leaving breadcrumb trails, making messages, telling everyone just the right thing at exactly the right time – I’d never known a moment to myself. Now that was all I had. And I couldn’t See my way forward. Not anymore. I’d told nobody that Scarlett hadn’t been the only one to lose her powers t
Scarlett’s POVI opened my eyes.Sunlight blinded me. No – not sunlight. My own light, golden and magical, surrounded me. Held limp in its grip, it lifted me into the air.But I – I’d been dead. Hadn’t I?I remembered the feel of my life leaving me. I remembered losing my energy, my strength, feeling my body wilt beneath the weight of the magic tearing through my veins and rushing out through my palms. But now the wind was here, holding me, healing me, and I felt it dance across my skin, through my hair, as it pulled my arms out and pointed my legs down towards the ground. I remembered dying.But that wasn’t all I remembered. Vague, fuzzy shapes filtered into my mind, taking form as the light raised me higher and higher. I saw humans, knew their names, saw Adelaide, saw a city and a death and a chase, saw Bennett and a library and Enzo – My beautiful Enzo. How could I ever have forgotten all that we had shared?The memories poured in as my brain healed, the light coming from within
Bennett’s POVI was dying. Such a fact was two things: simple and irrefutable. To fight it was futile; to ignore it was idiocy. But I had done as I had been bid by the visions that had plagued me since birth. I had fought the prophecy and, I hoped, saved the world from the tyranny breeding at its wolven heart.It was hard, seeing the world in pathways and possibilities. Even now, as I lay upon the gleaming white floor of Moose Creek’s medical centre, sedative spilling through my veins and blood streaming from my chest, photos of the futures forking from this moment blinded me. I saw Scarlett stood amidst the dead, the only survivor in a war she’d never asked for. I saw her bent over her mate’s body, sobs wracking through her. Then I saw her fumble for the outstretched claws of a fallen werewolf and use them to slit her own throat.I squeezed my eyes shut at that one. It did nothing to halt the visions, of course, but it always made me feel as if I had some semblance of control over
Enzo’s POV I blinked into a sudden burst of gossamer sunlight. “Scarlett,” I rasped, choking up blood. All of me hurt, save for my heart. That was lighter than it had ever been. She was okay. She was a vision in the dying light, her auburn hair with its blonde ends glimmering softly, like the shimmering surface of a ruffled lake; her beautiful blue-green eyes wide, shining with unshed tears; her stance strong and proud and powerful, even as she fell apart at the sorry sight of me. “Fuck,” she whispered, her eyes filling. “Enzo. Oh, God…” “I’m okay,” I grunted. It was a lie. A dying man’s lie to make the love of his life feel better. Blood streamed from my neck; my body felt numb from my face down. The pain was gone, but my feeling was gone with it too. I was outside now, and I’d definitely been inside the last time I’d been conscious. Had my body been trampled beneath the paws of hundreds of Ryker’s wolves? In the heat of battle, it was just as likely that my own pack had buried m
Scarlett’s POVI stared numbly at the doorway. Emila stood at its centre, hands on hips, her expression all furrowed brows and wide eyes. “Scarlett!” she gasped. “What are you doing?”I met her gaze unflinchingly. “He doesn’t need to be in an induced coma,” I said boldly. I’d never felt so damned bold in all my life. “Does he, Medic?” I spat.She held her hands up and walked towards me slowly. “I’m not sure what’s got into you, or why you’re doing this, but please, Scarlett, step away from my patient. He needs to rest to heal.”Doubt started to creep in. I clutched the sedation tube, letting it dangle from my fingers. I’d been so sure…What if I was wrong? Had I just signed Bennett’s death certificate?Gritting my teeth, I held still. He’d woken up before when I’d used my magic to keep the sedation at bay. And he’d told me to stop her – had he meant Emila all along? He had to know what she planned to do to him. My resolve firm once more, I looked back up at her.She smiled weakly, app
Enzo’s POVWe were pushed back further and further. I was the last one standing in the doorway, using my huge wolven body to block out the attacking army. Though we were fighting a losing battle, I was proud of my wolves. We’d kept Ryker’s pets at bay far longer than I’d thought we’d ever had any hope of doing. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, brushing the tips of the massacred pine trees, burnishing their bottle-green needles a deep, glittering gold.It also shone on the pools of blood. The ground was soaked in it, rivulets running down the slight hillock upon which the pack house stood. Bodies of wolves broke its streams; my wolves, Ryker’s wolves. They were clawed and bitten, missing limbs, missing chunks of fur and flesh. Such violence would stain the land here forever.But worse still than the gore and the sightless eyes of my fallen warriors was the gnawing worry about my mate. I hadn’t seen Scar since she’d run into the crowd. Unable to mindlink her, I was left drowning in
Scarlett’s POVI ducked through the wolves, narrowly avoiding the swiping, slashing claws. Nobody seemed to notice me as I ran – they were focused on the other wolves with teeth bared and blood soaked into their muzzles. I brushed under the bellies of those in Enzo’s pack, using them to protect me from the enemy wolves.Then I was pushed forward by a surge of movement from behind. Arms wheeling, I stumbled through the front line of our warriors and fell, head first, into the tangle of Ryker’s wolves.“Fuck,” I gasped, smacking into warm, bloodied fur. I bounced off its firm, muscled body, and rolled until I hit paws. Then I scrambled to my feet – Only to be clawed down my face. I bit back a scream, pressing my palms to the wound. Blood streamed between my fingers, pouring over my eye. I squeezed it shut. My head throbbed; each pulse shook me, the cut burning and stinging. Barely able to see, I ran, my back bowed, zig-zagging through the writhing mass of wolven bodies.Running through
Enzo’s POVI shoved down my terror as the wolves swelled around us, a writhing, unforgiving tide. Like a stone upon the shore I stood firm, knowing I must withstand its force. My terror was not for me, and neither was my determination. It was for her – my mate, the beautiful woman sat upon my wolven back – and for my pack members. They had not chosen this fate, no more than Scar or I had. This was our only chance to make it right.Scarlett knotted her fingers in my fur. She leant forward and whispered, “I’ve got you.”Then the enemy was upon us.I surged forward, meeting them rather than allowing them to breach our front line. My Beta and Gamma lunged with me, our movements so well practised we barely had to think of them. I had to adjust my balance more with Scar on my back, but it was instinct, raw and as natural as breathing, to keep her secure atop me.My jaw locked around a grey wolf’s neck. I clamped down, pulled back, tore flesh from bone. The wolf fell to the ground, dead. Blo
Scarlett’s POV“Pretty much,” said Isaak, his gaze downcast. He shuffled his weight from foot to foot. “I’m sorry.”“Why did they target your sister?” I asked, leaning closer to the cell bars. He shrugged. “She’s the only family I have left. They knew I’d do anything for her, I guess. Even…”I nodded. “Even this.” But then my eyes narrowed. “How did they know you well enough to target her?”Isaak’s cheeks flushed. He started picking at his cuticles and refused to meet my eyes. “They have scouts too,” he said. I felt convinced it was a lie. Before I could push the matter, though, Enzo grabbed my arm.“Hey,” I said, trying to pry his fingers off. They were white knuckled. My belly hollowed out. “What is it?”“Marla just mindlinked me,” he whispered, glancing furtively at Isaak. Understanding immediately, I towed him out of the cells and up into a nook at the top of the stairs. My back was pressed flat against the wall; Enzo huddled close, biting his lip as he looked around anxiously.O