Winter is a rebellious 18-year-old werewolf who is destined to become the Luna Queen of the wolves. Her parents have arranged her marriage with another werewolf named Ryker, whom she has never met or knows anything about. Winter doesn't want to marry him; she feels she is too young to be married and wants the chance to find her true mate. Her two best friends, Elena the fairy and Lillie the witch, promise to help her escape her family. Elena was born without wings, something that has never happened in the fairy world, and Lillie struggles to control her powers. If she doesn't learn how to control them, they will be taken from her. Their friendship is forbidden by all their families. The story follows their friendship as they learn about their powers and try to protect each other from the dangers that lie ahead. Will Winter find her mate? Will Elena discover the secret behind why she doesn't have wings? Will Lillie ever gain control over her powers? And most importantly, will their forbidden friendship be able to withstand all the challenges it will face? Together with her friends, she defies expectations and embraces her destiny as not just a leader but as a fiercely independent woman who will shape her own fate.
View MoreEnzo's povThe cityscape blurred past me as I drove, my thoughts tangled in the web Jake's call had spun. What could possibly be important enough to warrant this abrupt meeting? The tyres hugged the turns as I sped towards my club, the streets a buzzing reminder of everything that went on around me, oblivious to the tumult within. Hatred mixed with anticipation, a volatile cocktail that fueled my pursuit of revenge. Each tick of the clock was a swing of the pendulum, time measured by heartbeats filled with simmering rage.The club stood as a lonely monument when I arrived, its façade a ghost of vibrancy it once held. A month or maybe even more had passed since it had seen any life, and the dust that shrouded the windows seemed to weigh heavy, like the grief that lingered in my soul. The once inviting place now felt abandoned—a hollow echo of happier times when Winter's laughter danced in the air, a melody of life that was all too final.My heart lurched at the sight of the front door
Enzos povTwo weeks laterThe house creaked with the weight of silence as I entered, the faint aroma of aged wood mingling with the remnants of smoke on my clothes—a testament to another wasted hunt. The dimness of my refuge offered little comfort now, every shadow a reminder of the darkness lurking within me. I couldn't even bring myself to go into my bedroom because every time I did, all I saw was winter.I threw my keys onto the table, their clatter punctuating the stillness. The primal satisfaction of ending those who followed Kenny clung to me, yet a scalding emptiness pervaded beneath the surface. I was hollow—a predator driven by instincts that provided little satisfaction beyond the fleeting.Striding to the sink, I ran the tap, watching the water swirl and disappear, mirroring my thoughts. My reflection—a stranger with wild eyes and a face marked by untold grief—glared back. Winter's absence was a festering wound, a reminder of my failure to protect her.The shrill ring of my
Elenas povThe evening sun cast long shadows across the clearing as we made our way through the forest, the path more familiar than the lines on my own hand. Each step brought me closer to the sanctuary that had borne witness to countless secrets, whispered hopes, and forbidden friendships. I could feel the presence of those beside me—Lily's nervous energy, Jake's steady warmth, and Rykor's silent strength—as we walked, the world around us both oppressive and comforting in its natural chaos.The memory of Winter's funeral clung like a shroud, a heavy veil we wore even as we tried to celebrate her true self. The gathering earlier had not encapsulated the wild essence of Winter nor the choices that defined her. The fact that she was gone felt both surreal and undeniable, each breath imbued with the pain of her absence.We stopped at the edge of the clearing, the dim light of dusk painting the world in shades of memory. Rykor moved to construct a fire, and each piece of kindling was plac
Enzo's povI hadn't slept much since Winter died. Every time I dared to close my eyes, I saw her pain-filled face. The image of her eyes as she drove the knife into her stomach played over and over in my head like a cruel movie. Her sacrifice to save us from Kenny's dark grip only made me more hungry for revenge.Finding Kenny wouldn't be easy. He was on the run, as slippery as a shadow. But he was just a man, and men make mistakes. I needed to find the clue that would lead me to him and tear apart his lies.Going back to where we last saw him, I entered the tunnels under Elders Wall. They were dark, twisting around me like a snake, ready to squeeze out any hope I had left. These tunnels had a bad reputation for tricking tired minds, but I stayed focused. My need for revenge was stronger than any trick they could play on me.The air was damp and chilled as I stepped into the chamber where Winter's life had ended. Her blood still stained the stone floor, a red reminder of the love and
Enzos povA pall of heartbreaking silence enveloped the great hall as I carefully cradled Winter's body in my arms, feeling her weight like an eternal echo etched into my soul. The world around me fell away, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of her presence—a haunting whisper in the void of my heart.Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange waves, each moment slipping into eternity as I stepped toward the exit. Every hushed breath, every mourning gaze followed me as if Winter's pack was connected through an invisible thread of shared sorrow edging on disbelief.The crackle of distant thunder punctuated the quiet, mirroring the tempest that raged within me. We emerged from the hall, and the wind caught her dark hair, lifting it gently as if the very air grieved her absence. The space between this world and the next seemed to blur, each step toward the grove heavy with the ache of farewell.The garden they had chosen for Winter appeared, a sanctuary bathed in the dappled lig
I stood at the back of the hall, caught in the delicate balance between presence and absence, a living statue carved from the weariness of the weeks past. On my right, Jake's familiar warmth provided a comforting anchor. On my left, Rykor's quiet presence was a testament to solidarity. Yet, it was the empty space where Lily should be that tugged at the edges of my consciousness—a reminder of friendship's fragile, irreplaceable bonds left unfulfilled.Amidst this swirling silence, my mind briefly turned to the thought that maybe I had lost more than Winter—that perhaps Lily had slipped from my grasp as well. Banishing the thought as quickly as it materialized, I mentally grasped onto the hope that held complications at bay. But pain sat heavily in my chest, refusing to be ignored.I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to find Lily standing there, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm late," she murmured, her voice weighted with regret. It trembled with the
Elena's povOne week later.The air was crisp and still, a deceptive calm blanketing the atmosphere on the day of Winter's funeral. Despite the morning sun illuminating the sky, the energy surrounding me felt dampened, charged with the kind of silence that often precedes a storm. It was as though the earth itself was solemnly acknowledging the loss that had gripped our hearts in its relentless vice.For the past week, Winter's body lay in the great hall—a place that had become both a shrine and a prison to our collective mourning. The wolves had insisted on an open display of respect, a tradition meant to honour the fallen among them. I hated it. Everything about it. How she lay there rejuvenating but cold, her wild black hair styled not in the free manner she loved but instead tamed into neatness by the weight of expectations and reverence. Winter had never belonged to such institutions, and yet even in death, she served appearances she would have despised.My heart ached at the thou
Enzo's povTime seemed to stretch and contort, each second warping into an eternity as I knelt there in the shadowed mouth of the tunnel, Winter's lifeless body resting in my arms. The cool chill of the air whispered against my skin as if the wind itself mourned her passing. Everything felt surreal, almost as if I were locked in a dream from which I could not wake.As I gently brushed the tangled, blood-soaked strands from Winter's face, my heart twisted with grief. Her eyes, once so vibrant and full of life, lay open and void of the sparkle that had drawn me to her. My fingers trembled against her cheek, and I willed her to stir—just once more—but there was no answer.Tears welled up, overpowering the resolve I had desperately tried to maintain. They fell freely, tumbling down upon her face, mingling with the remnants of a struggle that had claimed the one person I could not live without. My heart ached with a void only her presence had once filled, and I leaned down, pressing my lip
Elena's povThe world around me seemed to blur, every vibrant hue muted into shades of grey. Winter's lifeless form was cradled in Enzo's arms as I held her hand. That was already growing cold, and I felt a chill seep into the depths of my being—a void where warmth used to reside. I could hear the echoes of past laughter, moments that bound us into a tapestry of cherished memories, now unravelling, each thread slipping into the abyss of what once was.I understood why Winter had done what she had done; when she had grabbed my hand, she somehow had shown what would have happened if she had not taken her own life. The images she placed in my mind ran through my head o repeat. The vampire child would have dank my Lily's and Winter's blood, and then Kenney would have drained the blood from the vampire, letting it sep deep into the ground of the most magical place in the world; the ritual would have drained the magic from the earth, ending all magical begins. She did this to save us. I und
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. To most people, it would have been a beautiful way to wake up, but for me, it was not. My head was pounding from the night. I snuck out again with my friends and went to a party. My family never let me do anything. They always say that princesses should be seen outside of their role I had to act perfect all the time, and I hated it. I knew that if they had found out that I had been out all night with my friends Lillie and Elena, they would be even made. Our friendship was forbidden. Our kinds were not allowed to mix unless it was for something that benefited us. I rolled over, looking at the time, letting out a loud, angry growl as I did because I knew my parents would be so upset that I had missed breakfast with them. They made it clear yesterday that I had to be there because they had important news to tell me. As I quickly got dressed and tried to piece together the events of the night before, my mind was filled with wo
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