Alicia's POV I paced back and forth in my room, my anger growing with every step. Three long days had passed since Sebastian’s body was brought to the palace, and Klaus was still nowhere to be seen. I had expected him to appear with his guards, to claim his rightful place as the new Lycan king and punish Eleanor for what had happened to Sebastian. Instead, silence and inaction filled the halls.Every day, I heard from one physician after another. They all said the same thing: Sebastian lay in a deep coma, and none of their skills could bring him back. This endless stream of bad news made my frustration burn even brighter. I could not understand why Klaus was delaying. Had he lost his nerve? Or was he simply too afraid to act? I began to doubt his strength and his plans, wondering if he was planning with the heart of a coward.Standing by the window, I watched Eleanor walk slowly with Nathan and Ryker. My heart pounded in my chest as my mind raced with worry. What if they discovered a
Eleanor's POV As we stepped into the old library, a musty smell hit me like a heavy blow. The air was thick with dust, and cobwebs clung to every shelf. I shivered as I saw tiny creatures scuttling across the creaky wooden floor. I feared that any clues we needed might have been chewed by rodents or lost to the decay of time."This place is a treasure trove of dust and decay," Ryker whispered, his voice soft and low, almost lost in the sound of the old shelves creaking under the weight of years.Nathan, however, seemed not to notice the state of the room. "Let's spread out and search for any texts or scrolls that might hold the key to reviving the Lycan King," he said, his eyes darting from shelf to shelf as he began his search.I shared a quick, knowing glance with Ryker. We both understood that our true goal was not to find a way to revive Sebastian. Instead, we were here to look for any clues that might lead us to the Capris Coven—a secret that could change everything.Keeping our
Eleanor’s POVAs I stepped into the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to Leila. Her beauty was undeniable, like something carved from the moon itself. The silver-grey waves of her hair cascaded down her back, shining softly in the dim light. Her eyes, too, were striking—piercing blue, radiating both warmth and quiet confidence. At that moment, they seemed to spark with an understanding, as if they could see right through me. Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a gentle, knowing smile that made my heart flutter uncontrollably. And though her frame was slight, Leila carried herself with a serene but unmistakable aura of strength. I’d heard about her, of course. Mary had spoken of her often, and I’d read letters she sent to me when I was struggling under Sebastian’s cruelty. Leila had always been a comforting and encouraging presence, someone who told me to stay strong, even during my darkest moments. But seeing her now, standing right before me, was an entirely different experi
Leila’s POVWe were kindred spirits in our own ways—bonded by the terrible turns our lives had taken. But where to begin? What should I say? How could I show her the depth of what had happened to me, to all of us? I felt my heart tighten. Everything I had once known seemed unrecognizable, twisting and changing before my very eyes. But I knew I had to say something. The worst, however, had come after the meeting between the elders of both packs. I remember that day vividly—a day marked by a strange, heavy feeling in the air. My father and Eleanor’s father met, and the arguments that followed were intense. I could hear angry voices, fists banging against the walls, things being thrown. Something had happened. But what, exactly? The tension of that day set the course of everything that followed. Father had already been grieving Francis’s sudden death, yet he said nothing to us about the meeting. And when he walked out that door—after everything had shattered—I saw a man who wasn’t the
Eleanor’s POVI listened with my mouth agape as Leila told her story. I had never thought about these events in such detail before. Up until now, I had known only bits and pieces—just enough to hate Sebastian. All I had heard was that his cousin, Leila White, had left in tears, swearing never to return after he had ordered her lover beheaded. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find any reason to justify his cruel actions.As Leila continued her tale, I began to understand that there was more behind Sebastian’s anger. He had not always been the bitter, ruthless man he had become. Leila described a time when he was smiling, happy, and full of life. I tried to picture him in that light, imagining the kind and gentle Sebastian I had once heard about. It became clear to me that he, too, was a victim—his transformation was not solely his own doing, but also the result of his father’s harsh influence.My heart ached for him, and I felt deep sympathy for Leila as well. Gently, I reached
Alicia’s POVWonders truly never end. Just when I thought I had seen all the unexpected visitors coming to the palace, now I hear that Leila White is here. Leila ? Or have I misunderstood the history? How can she be here? Is she here to mock Sebastian's fallen body? That is the only reason I can imagine for her visit, given everything that happened between them.From what I've heard, Sebastian and Leila were never close. I have no desire to meet her, and she never showed any interest in me. I feel no need to respect someone who never respected me. At this point, I see myself as the true Luna of the palace—indeed, the Luna of the pack.I decided to stay in my room, busy with my own affairs. I issue orders to the maids, all the while fuming with anger and frustration. I wait for Klaus to finally show some backbone and claim what is rightfully mine. After all, Sebastian has no heir, no true brother to stand up for him, and now Leila White has returned... but to what end? To take over t
Eleanor’s POVI woke up from a terrible nightmare, my heart pounding and my mind still reeling. In my dream, I saw Sebastian hanging between life and death. His eyes were full of pain and desperation, silently begging me to use my healing power to save him. I woke with a start, frustrated and uneasy, as if the dream had reached deep into my soul.I knew that the dream was a product of the heavy truths I had learned in the previous day and morning. Everything Leila had told me about Sebastian was still fresh in my mind. I began to understand why he acted so arrogant and heartless—it was a mask hiding deep hurt. And it broke my heart.That morning, I decided I would do everything in my power to revive Sebastian. As I sat in my room waiting for breakfast, I wondered why it had not yet arrived. It was getting late, and my stomach began to grumble. I called one of my maids and asked why breakfast was delayed.The maid explained that Alicia had ordered that no one would eat until Sebastian
Leila's POV When Eleanor told me she had the power to heal Sebastian, I allowed myself a moment of disbelief. Healers were a forgotten legend in our world, extinct in both our realm and all nearby territories. I couldn’t imagine how Eleanor could possess such a gift—surely, it must have been a fleeting surge of hope or perhaps guilt that urged her to say it. But when I saw her face, when I looked into her eyes, I realized there was a quiet certainty there. She wasn’t saying this for effect; she truly believed she could heal him. We entered the room in silence, and my heart shattered at the sight of Sebastian lying motionless on the bed. The once vibrant, fierce Lycan King I had known seemed a mere shadow of himself. It pained me more than I could explain that this was the end result of so much loss, cruelty, and war. In that moment, I wished everything Eleanor said could be true. I wished she really could heal my brother and return him to us, returning the life we had once known. Ele
Sebastian's POV The meeting in the courtyard had been brief, but I could sense the shock and curiosity in the air. Everyone was surprised by how quickly I had recovered, and I knew that rumors were already beginning to spread through the palace like wildfire. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to know that Eleanor was a healer.I had my own reasons for keeping this secret hidden, especially from her father. I knew how hungry for power he was, and I had seen firsthand the destruction that such ambition could cause. My own father’s relentless hunger for power had led him to his downfall, and it had cost me dearly—the loss of my brother Francis was a wound that never truly healed.I could not let Eleanor’s father learn of her gift. It wasn’t just about healing; I had seen her do things that went far beyond simple restoration. I remembered the day when she moved the clouds as if they were her playthings and even summoned fire with a mere gesture. These displays of power were extraord
Ryker's POV I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to finally speak with Alpha Eleanor. When she summoned me, a mix of emotions welled up inside me. I felt a surge of excitement at the thought of seeing her, yet that excitement was mixed with deep anger and worry.I was furious when I first learned that Eleanor had used her healing powers on Sebastian. I knew well the dangers of those powers, especially since she had not yet mastered them. Every time she used them, the power drained her, leaving her weak and vulnerable. I had worried for her safety, and now that fear had turned into anger. That very morning, when I saw Sebastian, my anger exploded. I lost control for a moment. I knew I had offended the Lycan King, but at that moment, I felt justified. Sebastian had been reckless—his foolish decision to venture into the forest alone and fight the wolf hunters had nearly cost him his life. If he had died, our entire reign might have fallen into chaos, sparking a war that c
Alicia's POV This was all his fault. I paced back and forth in front of Klaus, my chest tight with fury, my hands shaking. “This is all your fault!” I spat, my voice sharp and unforgiving. Klaus sat there, calm as ever, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes flashed with something dangerous. “Alicia, I need you to be quiet,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I need silence to think.” I let out a bitter laugh. "Think? What's there to think about? We've lost everything because of you. You hesitated, Klaus. You waited too long, and now look—Sebastian is still alive, and our entire plan is in ruins!" His jaw clenched, his usual calm cracking just slightly. “Alicia, stop. Just stop. You’re not thinking clearly.” I stared at him, rage burning hot in my chest. “I’m not thinking clearly?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. "You were so sure of yourself, so arrogant, thinking this would be easy. That we could just walk in, take control, and no one would s
Sebastain's POV I sat beside Leila, my mind wandering back to Eleanor. My cousin’s words had painted a clear picture of what had happened while I was... away. I still struggled to understand how Eleanor had healed me—how she had used her strange, gentle powers to make my wounds vanish. It was more than I could ever imagine.Leila’s eyes shone with both wonder and tiredness as she spoke. “I was shocked when Eleanor told me she could heal you, Sebastian. At first, I did not believe her, but then I saw it with my own eyes. The scars and cuts on your body simply disappeared. But it took all of her strength, and it left her very weak.”A sharp pang of guilt mixed with deep gratitude filled my heart. I felt sorry for the pain Leila had endured, and I was thankful to Eleanor for her kind act. I remembered the faint, warm smile she gave me just before I... before I returned. That small smile had touched me deeply, and now I longed for the day when she would wake up again.The questions kept
Alicia's POV I stood before the mirror, running my hands over the soft folds of my gown. The seamstress had done a wonderful job. The deep red fabric clung to me perfectly, shimmering in the candlelight like fresh blood. I had my hair swept up into a neat bun, with a few loose curls framing my face just so perfectly. I tilted my head to admire my reflection—I felt radiant, more beautiful than ever. Even more beautiful than any Luna our pack has seen. I knew this was my destiny - I was born to be Luna.Klaus stepped quietly behind me. His broad presence filled the room as usual. He walked towards me, a smile dancing on his lips and he pressed a warm kiss to my neck. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, and his words made my heart flutter. I could feel his strong hands on my waist as he reassured me. My thoughts, however, were already with the night ahead. I was worried about the outcome of tonight. Tonight, Klaus would enter the palace and claim his place as the new Lycan King, and I w
Sebastain’s POVEleanor saved your life." Leila's voice echoed in my mind as I slowly rose from the bed, ignoring her hurried protests. I had to find Eleanor. I needed to know what happened. Her words confused me, and I couldn't grasp the full meaning. Why was she crying? What did 'saved your life' mean? Had Eleanor sacrificed her own life for mine? The questions flooded my mind, but one thought became clearer than the rest: I had to understand what had happened. I wasn’t concerned with the confusion or the tears—I had to find her. As I staggered through the corridor, I could feel my body shifting back from wolf form to normal. Adrenaline surged through my veins, and like a miracle, the guards and maids gasped at the sight of me. I could sense their awe. Something extraordinary had taken place. But what exactly had happened? When? How long had I been unconscious, and why could I remember only a fragmented vision of myself lying on the forest floor, surrounded by my blood? I had call
Leila's POV When Eleanor told me she had the power to heal Sebastian, I allowed myself a moment of disbelief. Healers were a forgotten legend in our world, extinct in both our realm and all nearby territories. I couldn’t imagine how Eleanor could possess such a gift—surely, it must have been a fleeting surge of hope or perhaps guilt that urged her to say it. But when I saw her face, when I looked into her eyes, I realized there was a quiet certainty there. She wasn’t saying this for effect; she truly believed she could heal him. We entered the room in silence, and my heart shattered at the sight of Sebastian lying motionless on the bed. The once vibrant, fierce Lycan King I had known seemed a mere shadow of himself. It pained me more than I could explain that this was the end result of so much loss, cruelty, and war. In that moment, I wished everything Eleanor said could be true. I wished she really could heal my brother and return him to us, returning the life we had once known. Ele
Eleanor’s POVI woke up from a terrible nightmare, my heart pounding and my mind still reeling. In my dream, I saw Sebastian hanging between life and death. His eyes were full of pain and desperation, silently begging me to use my healing power to save him. I woke with a start, frustrated and uneasy, as if the dream had reached deep into my soul.I knew that the dream was a product of the heavy truths I had learned in the previous day and morning. Everything Leila had told me about Sebastian was still fresh in my mind. I began to understand why he acted so arrogant and heartless—it was a mask hiding deep hurt. And it broke my heart.That morning, I decided I would do everything in my power to revive Sebastian. As I sat in my room waiting for breakfast, I wondered why it had not yet arrived. It was getting late, and my stomach began to grumble. I called one of my maids and asked why breakfast was delayed.The maid explained that Alicia had ordered that no one would eat until Sebastian
Alicia’s POVWonders truly never end. Just when I thought I had seen all the unexpected visitors coming to the palace, now I hear that Leila White is here. Leila ? Or have I misunderstood the history? How can she be here? Is she here to mock Sebastian's fallen body? That is the only reason I can imagine for her visit, given everything that happened between them.From what I've heard, Sebastian and Leila were never close. I have no desire to meet her, and she never showed any interest in me. I feel no need to respect someone who never respected me. At this point, I see myself as the true Luna of the palace—indeed, the Luna of the pack.I decided to stay in my room, busy with my own affairs. I issue orders to the maids, all the while fuming with anger and frustration. I wait for Klaus to finally show some backbone and claim what is rightfully mine. After all, Sebastian has no heir, no true brother to stand up for him, and now Leila White has returned... but to what end? To take over t