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Morana/“Morana, we need to head back—”//“No! They’ll kill me now that they know it was me!”/ I exclaim, running as far as my paws can take me. /“I did this! I somehow…this thing made me hurt Camellia!”/It’s all coming back to me now. This thing inside of me gained followers and had Camellia taken away after nearly killing Aeron and Me. It planned for me to be hurt in the process so no one would pin the blame on me.What the hell! I hurt Osiris as well and nearly hurt Aeron, too. I have to run away before—/“They’re your family, Morana. They won’t hurt you, they’ll try to help,”/ my wolf, Scythe, nearly growls. /“Trust me for once and not what this demon is making you believe!”/~“Do you really think they won’t kill you when you go back? Poor, naive little sister. You took Camellia’s memories and had her shipped to a different country while she was pregnant. Nero will never—”~/“Don’t believe its words, Morana! It’s trying to weaken your resolve so it can take over, you need to stay
NeroThe door to my office opens and I brace myself for what I’m about to see. The mind link has been quiet with me unable to contact Morana or check on her at all. Either she blocked us out, or the Meraloth did.Orion walks in with a grave expression on his face, and behind him follows Morana with glistening eyes. I’m about to say something, when Camellia leaps to her feet and rushes toward Morana. I watch my sister flinch, but then Camellia wraps her arms around her and Morana bursts into tears. “I’m so sorry, Camellia! I did this to you, I’m so sorry!”“Shh, I don’t blame you, Morana,” Camellia says in a soft tone, rubbing her back. “Whatever happened, it wasn’t you and it wasn’t your fault.”I’m not getting any manipulation from Morana’s scent, and no sign of the Meraloth’s presence at all so I know she’s back to being herself for now. But how long can that last? How safe are we from this?“Morana, you need to tell us everything you know,” I say as soon as they break off their em
NeroWalking out of my office, I head straight for the living room where I know Camellia and Morana are busy settling down with a movie. They both look up when they see me walking in, and Camellia aims the remote at the TV.“What’s wrong?” she asks when she sees the look on my face.“Creed Volkov’s witch is here,” I say, watching as surprise flickers across her face before I walk out of the living room. We’re either getting answers today, or a fuck load more questions.The front door is already open when I walk into the foyer, and Nova Volkova walks inside. Shorter than Camellia, blonde hair, crescent moon mark below her eye and a circular gem in the middle of her forehead. It always surprises me how different to other witches she is. For one, she’s completely bubbly.“Nero! You haven’t changed at all, I see. Still broody,” she says as she approaches me with her hand outstretched. She has a few years on me, but she could seriously pass for someone younger than me.“Being broody is a L
NeroAfter our talk in the kitchen, Camellia stays with Morana, offering her quiet support while Nova gets everything ready for tonight. I decide to go to Osiris to tell him what’s happening; I don’t want him freaking out when his memories suddenly return.His bedroom door is open, and he’s laying down on his chaise by the window when I enter. When he sees it’s me, he sits up and his eyes narrow. “Everything okay?”Walking toward him, I place one hand in my pocket and nod. “There’s new. News I think you will want to hear,” I say. “The witch is here.”His eyes widen. “Oh, is that what the commotion below is about?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. “Bad news?”“Depends on how you look at it, I suppose,” I start. “Morana can be saved, and the memories taken from you will return as soon as the Meraloth is removed. Nova is scheduling the ritual for tonight.”He raises an eyebrow. “I hear a ‘but’ in there.”I sigh. “But Camellia’s memories can’t be retrieved. It’s been too long and if
OsirisEverything has come back, but instead of feeling like ‘the old Osiris’ I feel empty. I remember everything, how I ended up losing my memories and everything before that. Wasn’t I always happy and upbeat? Always looking for the bright side and all that shit? Shouldn’t I feel happy, or relieved? Why do I still feel dead inside?I look down at my scarred hands, the different negative emotions drifting through me. My brothers are going to be so disappointed that I’m not the same Osiris as before; I hope they don’t blame themselves for this.There’s a knock on my bedroom door and when I look up, I see Orion. There’s a question written on his face, one I can’t bring myself to answer.“Are you okay?” he ends up asking instead of the one I know he wants to.“I’m fine,” I say with a shrug. “Tired and overwhelmed, I guess.”Orion frowns, and I know he’s picked up on my mood. “Are your … I mean, can you remember anything?”I fucking hate how our relationship has become like this. We use
CamelliaI won’t ever be the same again, and somehow, I’m okay with that. When I first heard that I won’t ever have my memories returned to me, I thought that was it. I’ll never be the old Camellia everyone is used to and Nero won’t love me the same as before.But I was wrong. Nero loves me regardless, and I finally admitted that I love him as well. Osiris has been avoiding me, and that was before he asked to leave the pack house for a while. Nero says it’s because he needs to find himself again, and I can’t fault him for that. Everyone says he changed, but I understand more than they think.He lost his old life, grieved for it and then suddenly got it back. There’s no way he’d be the same again. I don’t know what made me think I’d ever be the same Camellia if I ever got my memories back. It’s late and Nero isn’t home yet. I know he and Orion had some pack business to take care of, so I’m not too worried. Nereo is tucked in, Aeron has decided to stay with a friend on his college cam
NeroI sit in my office, staring at the map of our territory laid out on the desk. My mind is racing, trying to piece together everything we’ve learned. The Summer’s Edge Pack.The thought that their Luna brainwashed our mother before she died makes my blood boil. She’s the reason our mother wasn’t the woman we remembered during Morana’s pregnancy. She’s the reason Morana was cursed with that Meraloth.Orion walks in, his expression as dark as mine. He knows what I’m thinking, and he’s already on board. This can only end with death, and it sure as fuck won’t be ours.“We need to take them down,” he says, his voice cold and resolute. “They’ve taken too much from us, Nero.”I nod, clenching my fists. “I’m not letting this fucking slide. They’re responsible for everything—the memory loss, the curse on Morana, even the shit we’ve gone through with the pack. We need to end this.”Orion steps closer, leaning over the map. “The Summer’s Edge pack is small, but they’re well-defended. The Lun
NeroCamellia is laying in bed reading a book when I walk into our bedroom. She looks up when she hears me and her eyes widen when she sees me stripping my clothes off.“Nero?” she asks, putting the book on her nightstand and watching me stroke my cock as I approach her. “What—”But I don’t give her a chance to ask me questions before I’m on her, kissing her like she’s the very air I breathe. She wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me close to her and I can already smell her arousal.Trailing my kisses down her neck, I bite her lightly and grip her nightdress in my hands, tearing it from her body. She gasps when my mouth is on her nipples, carding her fingers through my hair and making those sounds that have my cock painfully throbbing against her.“Nero… What’s going on?” she asks in a breathy voice. “Is everything… Gods, is everything okay?”“Everything is perfect, baby,” I murmur against her skin, suckling her nipple into my mouth. She whimpers when my hand slides in between
OrionNero’s office has the kind of quiet tension you can feel in your bones, the kind that comes after months of chasing shadows and uprooting every twisted part of that ring. Osiris and I are settled across from him, listening intently as he wraps up the conference call with Arkyn and Creed. My brother’s voice is steady as he discusses the last few details. It’s taken months to dismantle, but here we are, finally piecing everything back together.“Look,” Creed’s voice crackles over the line, blunt as ever, “everyone’s been dealt with. But Legacy’s name hasn’t come up in any interrogation or confession, not even once. He’s protected. Everyone’s too fucking scared to name him.”Nero sighs, fingers rubbing at his temples. “He’s the one wild card. Every single person higher up has been captured, but Legacy? Silence. And we all know silence from someone that powerful isn’t accidental.”“Leave Legacy to me,” Arkyn’s voice cuts in, dark and simmering with barely contained fury. “He’s still
OrionThe cool earth beneath us grounds me as I lay there, my arm draped over Zane, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. His scent—apples and something inherently him—fills the air around us, mingling with the sharp, raw scent of our freshly marked bond. The ache of his mark on my nape throbs in time with my heartbeat, a constant reminder that he’s real, that he’s here.I trail my fingers down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin, the familiar shape of him that I thought I’d lost forever. Everything about this feels surreal, like I’ve stepped into a dream I can’t bear to wake from.“We should probably… head back,” I murmur, though the thought of leaving this spot, leaving him even for a second, feels impossible. But there’s a part of me that knows we can’t hide here forever, that we owe it to my family, to everyone who believed Zane was gone, to know the truth. “They’ll want to know what happened.”Zane chuckles, a low, familiar sound that makes something tighten in my c
OrionI hold him, my arms wrapped so tightly around him I’m half-worried I’ll break him. But I can’t let go. My mind’s struggling to process this, and I keep expecting to blink and find the empty forest around me, cold and alone again. But he’s here, solid and warm in my arms, and his scent fills the air—apples, fresh and grounding, just like it always was. Just like home.“Ri,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest against my chest, fingers splayed over my heart like he’s memorizing the feel of me. “You look like you’re seeing a ghost.”“Maybe I am,” I admit, my voice low, rough. “I don’t know if I’m going to wake up any second and realize this is all just… wishful thinking.”I pull back slightly, my eyes searching his face, taking in every detail, every line and scar I’d memorized so long ago. My fingers tremble as they brush over his jaw, his cheek, his lips, as if I’m trying to convince myself this isn’t some twisted trick. “You’re… you’re really here,” I murmur, my voice catching
ZaneMy eyes flutter open, and I find myself surrounded by mirrors, an endless maze of reflections that stretch in every direction. I blink, disoriented, confusion settling in as I try to make sense of where I am. The last thing I remember is Orion’s hand tightening around my neck, the darkness closing in as everything faded away. So why am I here? Why am I … still here?A soft voice, melodic and soothing, echoes behind me. “Welcome, Zane.”I turn slowly, my eyes widening as I see her. She’s walking toward me, an ethereal glow surrounding her, golden light radiating from every step. Her long, flowing blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and a beautiful gown drapes around her in waves, moving as if it’s part of the light itself. Her eyes are a shade of gold that feels ancient, otherworldly, yet warm. A black teardrop pendant hangs from her neck, glinting softly in the glow that envelops her.My heart skips a beat as realization dawns, and my knees buckle, pulling me to the floor.
OrionThe path to Natasha’s hideout is a blur, every step a pulse of barely controlled rage. The air hums with the charge of dark magic, a twisted energy that beckons me, taunting me. My hands tremble with the beast’s fury, simmering just beneath my skin, but I haven’t let it loose yet. Not fully. There’s a strange clarity to my anger—a focus that makes every sense sharper, every movement precise.The moment I reach the edge of the hideout, I don’t stop to think. I kick down the door, wood splintering under the force of my boot, and I step inside, feeling every ounce of anger, every piece of heartbreak, flood through me like a dam breaking. The witches turn, eyes wide with shock, but I don’t give them a chance to scream.The first one goes down without a sound, my hand gripping her neck as I lift her off the ground. She thrashes, her mouth opening in a silent plea, but I don’t hesitate. I twist, the snap echoing through the room, and drop her to the floor like the insignificant piece
OrionI’m trapped, locked inside my own body as I watch my fists swing, my legs move, every calculated hit landing with ruthless precision. But it’s not me—not really. I can’t stop it. Can’t control it. All I can do is watch from somewhere deep inside, helpless as I fight against the people I swore to protect.Nero’s face twists in pain as my fist connects with his ribs. Osiris tries to grab me from the side, but I counter, landing a brutal blow to his shoulder, hearing the sickening crunch. They’re all holding back—I can feel it in their strikes, in the way they hesitate just before their fists meet flesh. They’re trying to save me, trying to fight me without hurting me. But I don’t feel that same mercy. Whoever is controlling my body… they’re enjoying this.Two Alphas should have me on my knees by now, but Natasha planned this perfectly. She knew they wouldn’t give it everything; she counted on it. And the part of me that’s still here, watching, feels every bit of the twisted ple
ZaneThe past three days have been a hell I can barely stomach. I’ve been confined to Nero’s territory, shackled by suspicion, and only allowed out of the locked room to help strategize. And I am trying—I’m trying everything I can think of. But it’s never enough. No matter what I say or how much I beg them to let me help, they’re always watching me, waiting for some slip that proves them right.Today, it’s worse. Nero had used his Alpha Sight on me, sifting through memories and thoughts, and I didn’t fight him. I let him dig, let him see everything, hoping he’d find something that could give us an edge. But there was nothing—nothing useful, anyway. Just more dead ends.Nova’s been working nonstop, her face growing more exhausted with each passing hour, trying spell after spell, looking for anything that could point us to Orion’s location. The tension is mounting, everyone on edge, barely able to look at each other without a fight breaking out.I’m pacing the war room, barely hearing
ZaneThe sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the hallway outside my locked room, and I know it’s Nero before he even steps inside. There’s a weight to his presence, a dark edge that fills the space long before he even opens the door. When the lock clicks and the door swings open, he’s standing there, arms crossed, his expression a storm of anger and something I can’t quite read.He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me, and I feel the hostility radiating off him like heat. He’s still angry—hell, probably furious—and I know exactly why. This isn’t just about what’s happening now. It’s about everything I did to Orion, every lie, every betrayal.“Start talking,” he finally says, his voice low and controlled, but I can tell it’s taking every ounce of his restraint not to rip into me right here and now.I take a breath, trying to steady myself, and meet his gaze. There’s no use in holding anything back now. It’s time for him to know the truth—the whole, brutal truth.“She’s goin
ZaneThe jet touches down with a low rumble, and I can already feel the tension in the air as we approach Nero’s territory. This is Leonetti land, and stepping onto it feels like walking into the lion’s den. I know the reception I’m about to get isn’t going to be friendly.As soon as the door opens and I step out, the familiar scent of pine and earth fills my senses. But that sense of home is quickly overshadowed by the heavy tension that hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. Nero is already waiting for us at the landing site, and the second he lays eyes on me, his expression darkens.Before I can react, he’s moving toward me, his eyes blazing with fury. Every muscle in his body is tensed, ready to tear me apart, and for a second, I wonder if I’ll even survive the next few minutes.“Zane!” he snarls, his voice echoing across the open space. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing your face here.”I don’t move. I can’t. I’ve expected this, and part of me knows I deserve it. Bu