Shenaya's POVThe morning chill had soaked the air surrounding our house when I woke up and decided to look out the window gazing at the stretch of greenery in the distance. It's been a few weeks since I got back from the perverted cave where Andrew trapped me and Zoey and the saddest part of this is the fact that we are still yet to find them. Aunt Belle once mentioned that the reason we couldn't find them was probably because they were cloaked. Since the time I came back, I had been having the same dream over and over again about Zoey. Even now her eyes, those wide, scared eyes, were in front of me. The dream was about Zoey walking alone in the dark and trying to run away, saw the circle of glazed eyes, witches calling her name, and terrible screams that clearly resonated in the depths of my spirit.I clutched the cold wooden frame of the window more tightly. There was a vague smell of pine and soil through the air, but it meant nothing to the knot inside me. I had never been as cl
Shenaya's POVThe atmosphere around us was clearly evil and the wind grew stronger to become a tornado that could lash like angry devils. The witches’ magic just kept building, and the hair on the back of my neck was all standing straight on end, but now I didn’t care. I felt Zoey standing next to me, she made me feel secure in a manner that I gained some power. We weren’t alone. We had each other and that is what it meant when two people decided they would fight together.Zoey is the main character, she’s just a pup, and she begins to glow with her eyes turning a deep blue. She was panting slightly and sat up, lifting her hands to call into being the magic that ran through her body. I could sense the primal energy rising within her to combat the evil, I could hear probing at us for weakness.The witches began to emit a terrifying version of cackling, giving off the darkness that materialized in and out of their bodies like lightning striking on a dark night. Some of them rushed forwa
Aiden's POVIt was rather damp, as i could smell the rain, the sky above us was getting darker and darker. There was the low growling of thunder in the ferment and the wind rose and waltzed through the trees. I stood at the edge of the forest looking further down the path that our group seemed to take. The mud around me felt like I was several layers beneath my boots as I tried to walk through it. We got so close, so close to Elara’s hut. Everyone knew Elara, the witch who lived in an Isolated part of the forest. Sometimes her hut will be visible and sometimes her hut is nowhere to be found. I was surprised when Shenaya told me she once took care of her when we thought she had died.Beside me, I heard the soft sound of Shenaya’s footsteps. They were calm and assertive, though the going got extremely tough. We hadn’t really stood side by side like that since that night we marked each other. Just when we settled things between us and were ready to be a family again a new problem arose.
Shenaya's POVThe wind was gusting at my back, thin and sharp and far too dangerous to be part of nature rather than being a result of sorcery. The world between man and the spirits was not similar to the physical world in any way. It was our world’s distorted mockery, where all seemed illogical and the continuum, let alone time, was rather distorted. Suddenly, I began running and, with heaving breaths, My paws hit the hard and uneven ground as I book it.’ In the distance I heard Zoey’s cries – but they were weak, weak with frustration. My heart was pounding to its sound but I couldn’t afford to be distracted. I was in my wolf form, racing against the clock to rescue her soul.I hadn’t wanted to come here—not like this, not in wolf form. But there was no other choice. Andrew had taken her, stolen my daughter’s soul, and hidden her away in this forsaken place. And Andrew… The very thought of him made my blood boil. The father of my child, the man who was supposed to protect her, had tu
Andrew's POVThe air in Paris had its unique feel or, may be, weight to it as I began to get near the old house where those witches had been captured. The building was old and shabby, its very gloomy and deserted looking, with broken windows and plants crawling up dilapidated walls. It was here that Elara told me the way to the power I’d been seeking for so long. Elara had warned me several times about this place not to come for this power because she thought it would drain me and i would be lost forever. She even threatened to cut ties with me if i ever disobeyed her but all was just a lie. When i become the most power person alive, what would i need her for, she would be the one rolling and begging to come back into my life. Elara never knew what I required, what I was due for. I wasn’t going to let Aiden and Shenaya have all the fun with their proud victory. I was created for something better than this.I opened the door slightly and stepped into the dark room. Inside, the room was
Andrew's POVI knew something was off because Skylar told me I could not enter the spirit world unless I give up my wolf but Shenaya was there in her wolf form. I returned to the physical world and made my way back to the stench house of death. The stuffiness of the air and the chill that crept into my bone marrow made me a little shiver, I am now an ordinary man without his wolf so it's easy for me to be scared. My head started spinning, My body was still reeling from the lack of the wolf. This is what I was talking about, POWER! Power that could make the impossible possible, but instead of power coursing through me, I felt empty, I was an echo of the man I used to be. My wolf was gone, and in its stead, I was left feeling nothing. The little spirits of the ancestors that were inside me were raging and eager but without the soul of Zoey, they were powerless. Their power was incomplete.I walked through the hallways and I struggled with the dizziness that seemed to be lingering around
Skylar's POVWhen I felt the breath leave my body, and my vision went black after Zoey was born, I thought it was the end. I didn't know how I came back to life but I did. Andrew’s betrayal had pierced me deeper than any knife. The man I had loved, the man I was ready to kill my mate for, the father of my child, had killed me himself just moments after I gave birth to our daughter. I always knew Andre never loved me as much as I loved him but I never thought he hated me to the point of taking my life especially, moments after giving birth to his pup. But somehow, in that void, a surge of power I’d never felt before coursed through me like flames igniting from within. When I awoke, the pain of his betrayal had scarred itself into my heart, but I was… different. Stronger. Alive.I barely understood it at the time, but something had led me, drawn me, across lands until I reached Paris. The dark and lonely house where I now lived pulsed with the energy of ancient spirits—witches, my ances
Shenaya's POVAs I sat alone in my room, my mind drifted through the maze of memories from the last few months. It was like reliving a storm, the way every image and feeling pulled at me, the echoes of fear and chaos still fresh, though softened now with time. I traced the grooves of the wooden armchair as if the act itself could ground me. Somehow, amidst all the noise, I had found myself grateful—grateful that, for once, things were… calm. Or as calm as my life could get.For once, there was no immediate threat, no looming figure ready to strike. Even Skylar, of all people, seemed to genuinely care for Zoey. That shocked me. I’d half expected her to seize the chance to hurt me again, yet she hadn’t. Aunt Belle had assured me that Skylar’s intentions were true. She’d risked too much, broken through Belle’s own spells, just to reach us.I sighed, folding my arms around myself, feeling the weight of the decisions we’d made for Zoey. To hand my daughter over to Skylar went against every
Skylar's POVI stood at the edge of the forest, staring at the Crescent Moon Pack grounds from the shadows. My heart was heavy with a weight I had carried for years—a burden born of betrayal, power, and regret. The whole betrayal thing had scarred me, it drove me to chase power to fill the void left. In the process, I had betrayed everyone, hurt Shenaya, and nearly destroyed everything I once held dear, just because of Andrew's fuel for power.I feel so lonely, I live in isolation, no one talks to me, and I live as a shadow that was why I insisted on having Zoey around. Deep down I want to have a purpose too, I wanted respect but all the power I possess right now keeps radiating without using it. Watching the Roux and the Casaer family from afar for years, I could see the consequences of my actions. Aiden was no longer the man I once wanted. Shenaya, his chosen Luna, had become the Alpha I never thought she could be, so strong, commanding, and loved by the pack. And I, a rogue in spir
Shenaya's POVThe air was thick with anticipation as I prepared for the journey that lay before me. Aunt Belle’s hut was filled with the scent of herbs, their pungent aroma lingered in the air as she arranged them into intricate patterns around a large circular tapestry. The room was very heavy with energy, the air tingled with the magic that would guide me to Aiden’s mind where I would search for his lost wolf and his broken memories.“Shenaya,” Aunt Belle said gently to balm against my frayed nerves, “I hope you still remember that this is not a physical Journey. It’s a journey within your mind. It's a place where memories are intertwined with emotions and spirit. I’ll be here to guide you, but only you can reach him.”I nodded slightly as I knelt on the tapestry, and my hand began to shake. My thoughts kept drifting to Aiden’s face, his empty eyes when they looked at me. His eyes used to be very warm whenever he looked at me but now they are filled with distance which I hate so muc
Aiden's POVThe sun was setting in faint, soft hues over the horizon, casting long shadows over Skylar’s garden. The fading light made the colors dimmer, the sky was heavier than usual. I sat under a tree, alone, lost in my thoughts, still feeling like a stranger within my own skin. I was near Skylar, my mate yet I felt hollow, like I was adrift, floating in a place I didn’t recognize, I recognized Skylar to be my mate but the emptiness I felt within me since the day I decided to follow her could not be comprehended. Her presence felt distant, as though I were standing in a foreign city, lost among faces that should have been familiar but weren’t.Memories flitted through my mind, strange and elusive. Images of Skylar were clear, I knew that we’d been through so much. I could recall being bonded to her, yet somehow, I felt as if someone else was missing, as if part of me was struggling to break free, to remember. Shenaya’s name floated to the surface of my thoughts, insistent, and wi
Shenaya’s POVI lay awake on my bed looking at the ceiling while the morning sun streamed through the curtains, I felt like I had no heart for it was overpowering me. Aiden had finally woken up after days of unconsciousness, but the man who opened his eyes wasn’t the one who had promised me forever. Now, it has been a week, which had been a week of empty sorrow and true suffering despite the fact that Aiden was alive. A week today he stared at me with that blank look on his face and then walked out with Skylar.I slid my hands along the edge of the bed where he once slept, and I suddenly realized there was no one. Aunt Belle had tried to reassure me, she tried explaining how Aiden’s memories had returned jumbled, woven with pieces of his past with Skylar. She’d assured me that the things he remembered doing with her were our memories, they were things he did with me, our moments but somehow, he saw Skylar’s face in them. I clung to that explanation, but it didn’t ease the ache. It did
Aiden's POVSlowly my lumbering eyelids dragged themselves apart and I stared at the harsh glare of the hospital ceiling light above. I could feel the slow pulse that spread dull and aching behind my eyes as if my very brain was aching with pain. My body finally responded, alert and rigid, as if the heavyweights of lead had draped around my bones and as a trial to flex my muscles, shooting spasms of lingering pain.The surroundings of the room were bleached and motionless, the steady sound of appliances providing me with a clear sensorium of time. For a moment, I understood that I was in a hospital, and while that much was clear, the why eluded me like a shadow that slipped across the grass just as one turned to pursue it. Something was amiss, there must have been a big hole in my head that I couldn’t locate or perhaps fill. Irritation started to build up beneath the thick layer of confusion when I tried to find something in my head that wasn’t there.Before I could breathe, thinking
Shenaya's POVThe days he dragged on with an ache that settled deep into my bones. Every morning, I woke in an empty bed, my hand instinctively reaching out to the space Aiden should have filled but he wasn’t there. He was in a coma, lying in the infirmary, his once formidable strength now silent and still. The doctor had said his wolf, Smoke, had sacrificed himself to save Aiden’s human side. The blow was heavy, but I knew it was what Smoke would have wanted—to keep Aiden here with me, even if only in part. But without his wolf, Aiden was more vulnerable than ever, and the emptiness gnawed at me with each passing day.My, Lily, had fallen silent in grief, her sorrow mingling with my nominee's loss of her mate had hit her hard, and now, in the long hours I spent patrolling the pack grounds and handling pack business, I felt her absence as acutely as Aiden’s.In Aiden’s stead, I had taken charge of the pack, managing the day-to-day challenges of leadership while also keeping a wary eye
Shenaya's POVThe early morning light fell like a soft blanket over the Crescent pack’s territory. Dew clung to the grass, shimmering under the sunlight, as though the earth was dressed in celebration of our wedding day. Today, I was marrying Aiden, my Alpha, best friend, and partner in fierce and fragile love.I could feel the energy in the air as the whole pack bustled with preparations. I spent the morning getting ready, surrounded by close friends, family, and members of the pack who all wore excited smiles as they darted around to help, offering me congratulations and teasing glances. The field we had chosen as our wedding site was dressed in rows of pristine white chairs, lined up in front of a wooden podium decorated with garlands of roses, lilies, and green ivy. My heart felt full, overwhelmed with love and gratitude for everyone who had come. Even Skylar, Aiden’s former mate and my one-time enemy, was here today, holding her daughter Zoey’s hand, standing in the crowd with a
LUCY'S POVThe stench of fear mixed with the sharp tang of silver and wolfbane, permeated the dungeon. Darkness wrapped itself around the cold stone walls, and Alenjro’s muffled gasps for air echoed within. The silence in between each scream was thick, and heavy with the weight of what was unsaid. I could hear him attempting to hold back his agony, but it was useless. His control shattered each time I pressed the searing iron that was already wrapped in wolfbane vines, against his skin. “Ahhhh!” Alenjro’s scream filled the room again, slicing through the air, raw and broken. A satisfying chill crawled up my spine as I watched his body convulse against the restraints, his skin blistering from the poison.When his scream died down to a low moan, he lifted his head, eyes glazed with defiance but flecked with terror.“Do you think this will erase what you are?” he spat, a mocking tone laced with an undertone of pain. “Do you think it’ll change the fact that your ‘precious’ son was father
Aiden's POVThe last few months had been surprisingly peaceful like the universe had finally gifted us a rare break from chaos. Shenaya and I had settled into a new rhythm here in Rome, a blend of family life and preparations for the wedding. Zoey had been making incredible strides in her training with Skylar, who surprisingly had shown genuine dedication and care for her daughter. Twice a week, Skylar would bring Zoey back to Shenaya and me, letting us have family time before Zoey returned to her lessons. Our daughter was stronger, and more in control, and I knew we had Skylar to thank for that.Meanwhile, Shenaya had thrown herself into plans for her new brand, hoping to establish it here in Rome now that we’d decided to build our lives here. Though she’d already given me her heart and allowed me to mark her, I felt the need to make things official. I wanted her as my wife, not just my mate, and she deserved to be given that choice. So, a few weeks ago, I’d proposed, and now Shenaya