Alicia’s POVKlaus’s boat was a floating testament to extravagance, a marvel of wealth that screamed luxury from every polished inch. The Selene gleamed under the morning sun, its white hull stretching long and proud, a beauty I hoped to possess one day, soon. The deck above was a spread of polished wood, wide enough for a small banquet, with cushioned lounges and a bar stocked with wines of various types. Below, the cabins were arranged in an orderly fashion , marble floors, silk curtains, and chandeliers that moved gently with the boat’s motion. It was a palace on water..Now I sat on the soft bed in the room Klaus had assigned me, the mattress sinking beneath me like a cloud. A velvet bedsheets in deep red draped over it, and a small mahogany table nearby held a silver tray filled with delights: a bottle of rich red wine, a layered stand of cakes dusted with sugar, and a bowl of buttery cookies that melted on the tongue. The walls were paneled in dark wood, and a small porthole win
Klaus’ POVIt was as if some unseen hand had pulled her away from me, a force sharp and sudden that left my skin tingling with unease. One moment, Eleanor’s fingers brushed mine, warm, soft, and the next, she was sprawled across the deck, her body crumpled. The air still hummed with the fading echoes of the storm she tamed, and I couldn’t shake the certainty that settled into my bones: Eleanor was a witch. A powerful one. And if the Capris coven proved to be a myth or a disappointment, she was my contingency plan, a living, breathing weapon I could wield.I just watched her command a storm that had threatened to break my beloved Selene into driftwood. The sky had roared with fury, black clouds churning like a witches’ brew, the wind clawing at the sails with relentless effort. Rain had lashed the deck in torrents, and I shouted orders to the sailor, my voice hoarse, my heart pounding, praying my precious boat would survive unscathed. I couldn't die at sea.Then Eleanor had stepped f
Eleanor’s POVI was caught in a trance, my mind dragged into a storm of unclear, twisted images that didn’t quite fit together. I stood right in the middle of it all, surrounded by chaos I couldn’t control. Fire blasted out from every side, bright and angry, slamming into wolves and sending them crashing down with pained howls. The wolves fought back hard, charging at witches with teeth bared, ripping them apart, arms, legs, everything torn off in a spray of blood. The air was heavy with smoke and the sharp stink of burning flesh, every scream cutting through me like a knife.I was stuck there, feeling it all, the sting of every flame, the gut-punch of terror, the shaky mess of not knowing what was next.“Stop!” I yelled at the witches, my voice rough and desperate, arms out like I could block their spells. “Please!” I begged the wolves, tears hot on my cheeks as I watched them tear into their prey.But nobody heard me.They kept going, falling one by one, witches crumbling, wolves bl
Ryker’s POVSomething was off with Eleanor ever since she stepped onto this boat. It was like the Selene was cursed, dragging us into some kind of journey we wouldn’t come back from—at least not the same. I had been on this journey to Capris coven before and it hadn't been this eventful.She told me about her nightmares, said they might be some big revelation, but all I felt was this consuming fear chewing at my gut. We were stuck out here, miles from anything solid, in the middle of the damn sea, and I didn’t trust Klaus one bit. He was in charge of what we ate, what we drank, everything. What if he was slipping something into her food, messing with her head? I was starting to wish I never said yes to this trip.Was she hallucinating now? Was Klaus driving her crazy on purpose? She’d been so sure earlier, swearing she smelled Alicia on the boat, her voice steady, her eyes sharp like she knew.But that didn’t add up.Nobody could pick out a scent like that unless they were tied deep,
Sebastain’s POVIt had only been a few days since Eleanor left, but it felt like a damn eternity already. How was I supposed to make it through two whole weeks without her? The quiet was eating at me, this big, empty ache where she used to be. I kept thinking I would lose it one morning, grab my boots, hop on a car, and ride straight to Mary’s cottage just to see her face. Two weeks sounded like torture, and I wasn’t sure I had the willpower to stay put.I spent the day digging through her stuff, needing something to hold onto. I found one of her ribbons, a soft, green strip of silk she’d worn in her hair frequently, and pressed it to my nose, breathing deep. That scent hit me hard, all wildflowers and that warm, earthy hint that was just her. Those red curls of hers, they were the first thing that hooked me, way back at the mating ceremony when I first saw her. I could still see her standing there under the chandelier, the light catching her hair like it was on fire. We talked that n
Sebastain’s POVMy heart didn’t just fall when that piece of paper slipped from my hands, it shattered, crashing to the floor with a weight that crushed the air from my lungs. Her name stared up at me, written in bold, black ink, unmistakable and real.Eleanor—pregnancy confirmed.She was carrying my pup, our pup, and she kept it hidden, locked away like it was a shameful secret. Now she was out there, miles away from me, practicing with her powers, risking our child’s life like it didn’t matter. The betrayal cut deep like a rough blade twisting in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe past the fury and pain choking me.How had I not smelled it? I grabbed the paper again, hands shaking, and stormed back to her drawer, ripping it open. There they were, more results, a whole damn stack of them, each one dated, each one tracking the progress of her pregnancy. A week old, two weeks, a month, three months total. Three months she had been hiding this, playing with her magic, pushing herself to t
Eleanor's POVThe storm raged outside, a relentless beast rocking at the boat with accompanying wind and rain. Inside, I lay trapped in a trance, my body heavy as though pinned by invisible chains. The sheets twisted around me, damp with sweat, as my mind spiraled into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. Thunder rumbled, shaking the fragile boat, but it was the visions, vivid, cruel, and unrelenting, that held me captive.This time, the faces weren’t strangers appearing from the shadows of an obscure past. They were people I knew, people I had loved, trusted, tolerated. Klaus. Alicia. And Sebastian. Their forms appeared before me like ghosts summoned from a haunted past, each revelation, a blade twisting deeper into my chest.The first scene unfolded, pulling me away from the storm-tossed boat and into Alicia’s room. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and betrayal. It was the night Sebastian had slipped from my bed, his warmth still lingering on my skin, only to seek solace in hi
Eleanor's POVHe dropped to his knees, steady despite the swaying deck, his gaze fierce with conviction. “I’ve pledged my life to you, Eleanor. The day I desire to harm you, may the moon strike me dead and cast my soul to the abyss.” His words were a vow, written in the lines of his tired face, and I clung to them like a lifeline.I nodded, the assurance holding me. It wasn’t time to surrender to despair or the sea’s violence. It was time to rise, to wield the power they feared and show them the hybrid they underestimated. I stood, wiping the sweat from my brow, my nightgown trailing behind me like a ghostly fabric. The air was thick with salt and fury, but I felt a shift within, a spark igniting into a blaze.Klaus was at the helm, trembling as he wrestled with the wheel, his face pale in the flickering bulb light. I imagined unleashing witchfire, letting it consume him in a torrent of flame, his screams lost to the wind. Not yet, I told myself, holding back the impulse. I would let
Klaus' POVThe boat rocked beneath my boots as I dragged Eleanor away from that blood-soaked cabin, her beta sprawled on the floor like a broken toy. Ryker’s chest barely rose, his breaths shallow and ragged, his worthless blood staining my pristine Selene. That idiot, he’d dared to fight me, dared to defy me, and now he was a mess of torn flesh and fading growls. I smirked, kicking the door shut behind us. Good riddance.Eleanor didn’t resist as I pulled her across the deck, her steps steady despite the chains rattling around her wrists. She couldn’t fight back, not with the poison I’d been slipping into her meals for days, sapping her strength, dulling that wild power I’d seen her wield. She was mine now, a tool to bend or break. Either she’d lead me to the Capris Coven, or I’d haul her back to the Crescent Moon pack and force her to my will. No more games.I shoved her hard, and she hit the deck on her knees, her auburn hair spilling over her face like a curtain.“Get up,” I snarle
Ryker’s POVI was trained to protect Eleanor, not to blindly obey her every word. That distinction had guided me through years as her beta, my duty was her safety, her life, above all else. So when the door burst open with a splintering crack and Klaus loomed in the threshold, flanked by two hulking guards, my instincts took over. My switchblade was already in my hand, its weight familiar and steady, and I thrust it forward, the steel glinting in the dim lantern light.“Don’t you dare come in,” I warned, my voice a low growl, edged with the promise of violence.Klaus’ dark eyes flicked to the blade, and a harsh, mocking laugh rumbled from his chest. “You plan to stop me… with that?” His tone dripped with contempt, his lips curling into a sneer as he took a step closer, his broad frame filling the doorway like a storm cloud rolling in.I didn’t care what he thought. I’d fight tooth and nail, hell, I’d tear this ship apart plank by plank, to keep Eleanor safe. She stood behind me, her v
Klaus' POVMore than anything, I despise being made a fool. The sting of it burned hotter than any wound, a festering humiliation that drove me from Alicia’s cramped cabin with a snarl still twisting my lips. My boots pounded the deck as I stormed toward the helm, the sea air sharp and briny in my lungs. I needed answers, and I needed them now. Ryker and Eleanor had strung me along for six miserable days, and I was done playing their game.I found the sailor hunched over the ship’s charts, his gnarled fingers tracing lines I couldn’t decipher. “Where are we?” I barked, looming over him. “Tell me exactly where this damned boat is!”Torin flinched, his eyes darting up to meet mine before dropping back to the parchment. He muttered something under his breath, then pointed to a looping pattern on the map. “We’ve… we’ve been circling, sir. Same stretch of sea for days.”The words hit me like a fist to the gut. Circling. My worst fear confirmed, laid bare in ink and cowardice. Rage surged t
Klaus' POVThe sixth day at sea stretched before me like an endless galaxy, the horizon a mocking line of unbroken blue. Not a whisper of the Capris Coven, not a shadow of land, just the ceaseless slap of waves against the boat and the briny tang of salt stinging my nose that I was already getting tired of. I stood at the deck, gripping the weathered railing, my patience wearing thin with every passing hour. And Ryker,damn him, his presence grated on me more with each day. I have been catching strange feelings from him for a while now, a quiet unease that coiled in my gut like a serpent.We had no reason to like each other, that much was clear from the start. But this? This was different. He moved through the ship like a ghost, detached, his eyes darting away whenever I tried to pin him down. He acted as though he hadn’t just crawled out of the Capris Coven’s habitation a few days ago, as though he wasn’t the one who’d sworn he knew the way. And Eleanor, since that strange night when
Sebastain's POVI watched Leila’s face shift as the weight of my revelation settled over her like a storm cloud rolling across a clear sky. Her hazel eyes widened, then narrowed, her lips parting slightly as if the words she wanted to say were caught in her throat. The dim light of the lantern flickered across her features, casting shadows that danced with her confusion.“She’s pregnant?” Leila’s voice cracked, disbelief threading through every syllable. “How could you not know?”The question stung, sharp and accusing, though I knew she didn’t mean it to wound me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as ash, and forced the truth out. “I only just found out she’d been using wolfsbane tincture.”Leila’s brow furrowed, her frown deepening as she tilted her head, studying me like I’d spoken in a foreign tongue. “Wolfsbane tincture? That bitter mixture—doesn’t it weaken a wolf’s abilities over time?”“What do you mean?” My voice trembled, betraying the dread coiling tighter in my chest.She lea
Leila's POVThe moment Nathan’s urgent message reached me, scrawled in his hasty hand on a scrap of paper, I leapt into action. I lashed the reins of my carriage, urging the horses into a frantic gallop toward Bloodmoon Pack. The wind tore at my hair, the wheels rattling over the uneven road, but my mind was a storm of its own. Eleanor, pregnant with my brother’s child, had vanished on some reckless voyage to uncover her roots, without a word to Sebastian. And he, predictably, had gone berserk. The note was cryptic, lacking on details for security’s sake, but it carried a weight that sank into my bones. I didn’t understand it all yet, not fully, but I knew one thing I had to get to him before he went completely wild.The journey stretched across a full day, the sun climbing and sinking as the landscape blurred past, rolling hills giving way to dense forest, then the rugged outskirts of Bloodmoon territory. The horses frothed at the mouth, their breaths heaving in clouds of steam, and
Eleanor's POVThe nightmares didn’t relent. Night after night, they clawed at me, vivid and merciless, peeling back layers of truth I hadn’t been ready to face. The pain was a constant now, a dull ache that throbbed in my chest and temples, but I’d grown accustomed to it, numbed by the burning need to uncover the full details of the betrayal surrounding me. Each vision was a rough piece of a puzzle, and by the third night, the picture was complete, its edges sharp enough to draw blood. I woke that morning with the taste of anger on my lips, the echo of thunder still rumbling in my skull, and a clarity that felt both liberating and suffocating.After a sparse breakfast, bread and a sip of refreshing water that did little to settle my churning stomach, I summoned Ryker to my cramped quarters. The boat rocked gently beneath us, the sea deceptively calm beyond the porthole, its glassy surface mocking the storm brewing within me. I sat on the edge of my bunk, my hands clasped tightly in m
Sebastain's POVCapris Coven.The name alone sent a shiver racing down my spine, a cold dread that coiled tight around my chest. Eleanor was headed there, chasing some fool’s errand with our pup growing inside her, our pup, a secret she kept from me, a wound that festered deeper than I cared to admit. The last and only time I journeyed to that forsaken place, I had been a boy, barely old enough to understand the world beyond my pack. It was a nightmare etched into my bones, a blur of terror and misery that still haunted me decades later.I had been small then, clinging to my father's side as we sailed across a sea that seemed endless, its expanse swallowing the horizon. I didn’t know the route, only that it took days, each one worse than the last. The waves had tossed our rickety boat like a toy, the air thick with brine and the sour tang of my own vomit as seasickness wrecked my young body. I retched over the side until there was nothing left, my stomach a hollow pit.. I hadn’t under
Eleanor's POVThe secret of our pup, a fragile life growing within me, I had it kept locked away, hidden with lies about this journey. I had told him I needed to master my powers to understand it, when really I was on a journey to a land I didn't know, a people who were thought to be wiped from this realm. My deception didn’t absolve his, but it muddied the waters, blurring the lines between victim and villain. We had both wielded knives, and we had both drawn blood. None of us was innocent of hurting the otherBut Klaus and Alicia, those two were a different breed of poison. Their betrayal wasn’t born of love tbat turned sour for a moment or promises broken, it was calculated, cold, a blade aimed at my heart with no remorse. I didn’t need more visions to fuel my resolve. The ones I had seen were enough, their revelations shattering everything Ibelieved. My mind lingered on the Great War, a memory not from this life but etched into my soul by the visions. It hadn’t been the necessary