Enzo’s POVMy paws slapped hard against the damp earth as I rounded the final corner. My claws dug in, stopping me from slipping as I skidded too fast towards the pack house. I could see Marla waving frantically at me, Davin standing still and stoic with a furrowed brow beside her. This couldn’t be good.Panic gnawed at every part of me. Why did it always have to be my Scarlett? Why did it always have to happen to us? At least, for now, I was moving. It had always been easier for me to channel my feelings into movement, and the run from the woods to here hadn’t calmed me, but they had kept me sane. I could do this. Then I saw her, and I knew that I couldn’t.I shoved my paws forward and slammed to a halt.Scarlett lay on the ground at a strange angle, her limbs bent the wrong ways, her head canted back. Her face was pale, bloodless, with sharp hollows under her closed eyes. Her lips were parted and tinged blue at their centre. Smashed glass surrounded her, some sticking out of her a
Scarlett’s POVI opened my eyes to a strange and unfamiliar room. Linoleum floors, white bedspreads, cots lining the walls. It was dark outside, but someone had left the curtains open by my bed. I liked having the curtains open at night. The stars in the Outback were always beautiful, untouched by the light pollution of the human cities.The weight on my bed shifted. I glanced over – And saw a man asleep beside me. He was carefully arranged atop the covers, his hand reaching for my side but not quite touching, his legs parallel to mine but not quite twined with them. He was handsome, with dark hair falling over his forehead, tousled by sleep but still sleek. Stubble coated his jaw, a little longer than he usually wore it. I frowned. How did I know that?I tried to sit up and grunted. My whole body hurt. It felt like I’d been hit by a truck, over and over and over again. Sighing softly, I settled back down against the pillows. This didn’t look like the pack hospital in Desert Oak. May
Enzo’s POVA month. I’d waited a month to speak to my mate again, to see her beautiful, sea-green eyes looking back at me. I’d waited a month to hold her, to tell her how much I loved her, to tell her that she was beautiful, and perfect, and that I’d support her in everything she ever did. I ached to touch her, to hold her, and at last I could.It had been a month of Hell. Of agonising over everything I’d said and done before she’d been hurt. Of going every every choice I’d made, every action, until I didn’t know up from down or right from wrong. I was just sure that I’d fucked up somewhere along the way.Bennett had kept me updated on Alpha Ryker’s movements but had otherwise, and very wisely, stayed away from me. I didn’t know if I blamed him still, but seeing his face almost always made me furious. He’d been the last person with Scar, and he hadn’t even tried to stop this from happening. Now, despite his powers, he was as good as useless with letting me know when she’d wake up. Or
Scarlett’s POV“Beetle. Coffin. Bird. Fly.”I cleared my throat and repeated, “Beetle, coffin, bird, fly.”The Medic nodded. “Very good, Scarlett. Now: land, doctor, earth, blood.”A tiny furrow appeared between my eyebrows. “Land, doctor, earth, blood.”“Very well done. Here.” She passed me a sheet of paper, upon which was a list of hastily written, but neat, words. “I’ll time you. You have thirty seconds to memorise the words, and then I want you to turn the paper over and write down as many of them as you can remember. Got it?”“Yeah.” My heartbeat picked up. I’d always enjoyed exams before, had enjoyed pushing myself to do as well as I could, but this had real life consequences beyond my grades. I needed to do well. I needed my memory to be intact. I needed this affliction to be short-term.“Okay. Your time starts now.”I grabbed the paper and stared at it so intensely that my eyes started to burn. Biting my lip, I recited the list of words over and over.“Time’s up, Scarlett. Fli
Enzo’s POVI stayed out all night with Marla and Davin, caught between human and wolf forms, drinking until the world started to spin inside my head. Emila kept calling for me, begging through a mindlink for me to come and talk to her, to come and be with Scarlett and answer the questions she couldn’t – didn’t want to, more like, I thought. When she came out to find me, though, as we were heading back to the pack house, I lost my temper. I felt like I was dangling from a cliff’s edge by a thin thread, and knowing she’d left Scarlett alone, to fend for herself, snapped the thread in two. It was guilt, more than anything else, but I needed an outlet, and Emila had just provided the perfect one.“You left her!” I roared, curling my hand into a fist. “Why have you come to find me when you should be caring for her?”“I am a medical professional, Alpha; you are her mate. I have done my due diligence. Isaak is with her, sending me constant updates. Perhaps I did leave a little quickly – lik
Scarlett’s POV“They’re lying to you,” said Ryker. “Listen – don’t talk. Anyone could overhear. They’re all in on it, Scarlett.”A jolt shot through me. Last I remembered, Ryker was about to be made the Alpha of our pack. But if my hazy memories ended roughly four years ago, then he’d been the Alpha for a while. I swallowed hard. Why was he calling? Was he trying to save me?I glanced at the Omega. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his fingers in his ears. His lips trembled – no, he was talking to himself, muttering la, la, la, over and over to himself to block out the sound of my call. That didn’t seem like the behaviour of a villain. Did it?“You only know what they’ve told you. But Scarlett, you are being held by Alpha Enzo of the Moose Creek pack. You know his reputation. You’ve heard the rumours. I am your Alpha, and you are a member of my pack. The Desert Oak pack.” He cleared his throat. “He’s taken your memories. He did this to you. But don’t worry. I am coming to rescue you.
Enzo’s POVI lay awake in the darkness, my head pounding, my heart throbbing. Memories of our time together flashed spitefully through my mind’s eye: seeing her for the first time at the Mating Ball, making love to her on the cliff’s edge, tracing her scars with my fingers and learning each broken, perfect piece of her. Seeing her again in the library after months apart. Yelling at her; being yelled at by her. It was messy and imperfect, but that made it all the more so.I loved her painfully. I hated that I’d let my temper get the better of me. Marla and Emila were both right – I was being selfish. That thought did the rounds every few minutes. Groaning, I rolled out of bed, chugged a stale glass of water that had been on the nightstand for at least a week, and then slowly moved over to the window. I pressed my clammy forehead to the cool glass, the condensation blurring with my sweat.“Fuck,” I muttered, banging my head gently against the pane. That brought back images of shattered
Scarlett’s POVTalking to Alpha Enzo – just Enzo, I corrected myself – had only served to make me more confused. He’d looked so sincere, so sad, when he’d told me it was his birthday. I couldn’t imagine loving someone, only to be forgotten.But, try as I might, I couldn’t remember him. And yet I could remember Ryker. Who was telling the truth? I had to believe it was Ryker, for he had no reason to lie. He’d always walked around like there was a pillow stuffed into the chest area of his shirt, but he was harmless. He was my Alpha. He had to be looking out for me.Something told me that wasn’t the case, though. I thought it had to be the mate bond, tugging me in Enzo’s direction more and more. That was why I found myself sneaking out on the evening of his birthday, after he thought I’d dozed off, to bake him a cake and pick him a bouquet of wildflowers.I’d crept back up to his floor in the pack house, wanting to use the smaller kitchen he had up there. I didn’t fancy answering the ceas
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