Winter's POVThe room was suffocating, the walls closing in as the shadows of the evening deepened. Elena's words lingered in my mind like ghosts that would not be put to rest. Her departure felt like a stab in the heart, leaving an aching void in its wake. I couldn't stay any longer. I had to find Lily. Moving to the small desk by the window, I grabbed a pen and a notepad. My mind raced as I scribbled a hurried note to Elena:**Elena,****I'm sorry, but I can't sit here and do nothing. I’m sorry that I'm doing it this way, but I can't ask you to come with me because I know you and know that even though you don’t want to, you will come. I can't give up on Lily. I need to find her and understand what's really happening. Please take care of yourself, and I hope you're right about the boys. I promise I'll come back.****Winter**My hands shook as I tore the note from the pad Tears threatened to fall as I laid the note on my pillow. I hastily packed a small bag—clothes, phone, water, mon
Elena’s POVEnzo, Jake, and I stood on the back patio of the bed and breakfast. The tension between us was clear, and the air felt thick with unspoken doubts. I turned from Enzo’s steely gaze to Jake's comforting, albeit worried, eyes. We all knew Winter needed her space, but my nerves were frayed with worry."Winter just needs a minute to think," I repeated, my voice trembling slightly as I explained to the two men. Enzo's jaw clenched and unclenched, the muscles in his neck taut with suppressed frustration.A heavy silence hung over us for minutes that felt like hours. Finally, Enzo broke it, his voice low and decisive. "I'm going to talk to her," he announced, pushing himself up from the porch railing.My heart sank as I watched him stride toward the house with purpose. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Jake looked at me with a raised eyebrow, his expression mirroring my own concerns."Give her a bit more time," I whispered, almost to myself, as Enzo disappeared in
**Enzo's POV**The guilt gnawed at me as I watched Elena rush from the room, her sobs echoing down the hallway. I wanted to comfort her and tell her that everything would be okay, but I was too consumed by my own turmoil. My heart ached for Winter, my mate, who was out there somewhere, possibly in danger. I wanted to chase after her, to protect her, but Jake's words kept ringing in my ears. He was right; there were things I needed to learn, and Winter needed to find her own way.Jake leaned against the doorframe, his eyes carrying a mixture of pity and frustration. "What the fuck, man? You don't think she's already in enough pain? Now you're just making it worse."I felt a surge of defensiveness rise up, but I pushed it down. He was right. I had acted impulsively, and now, two of the most important people in my life were hurting because of it. "Look, I know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't just give up on Winter. I can find her. She's my mate."Jake sighed, sha
**Winter's POV** As the first light of dawn peeked through the trees, I felt the weight of my worries pressing harder down on me. After hours of walking with no real destination in mind, my legs ached, and my thoughts were a tangled mess of fear and hope. I found a fallen log and sat down, rubbing the soreness out of my calves. The forest around me was waking up; birds chirped, and the scent of dew-soaked earth was comforting, almost distracting me from the monumental task ahead. Almost. A shiver ran down my spine as I looked around, realising I was close to the place that connects the human world to the witch world. It was a boundary rarely acknowledged, an invisible line that promised both danger and possibility. My pulse quickened, the conflicting emotions of dread and resolve battling for dominance in my mind. I didn't know if I should go there. Witches wouldn't take kindly to a werewolf crossing into their domain, especially an uninvited one. But then I remembered Lily's words
**Winter's POV**The witch led me through a labyrinth of twisted vines and shadowy pathways. Everything about this world felt foreign yet strangely familiar as if I had wandered into a dream inspired by Lily's stories. The air buzzed with palpable energy, making my wolf feel restless beneath my skin."What's your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation as we walked.She glanced over her shoulder, her green eyes wary. "Sariah," she replied curtly, then focused ahead once more.We finally reached the mouth of an ancient cave, its entrance shrouded by thick, dangling moss. I swallowed hard, my heartbeat quickening. Sariah paused, giving me a pointed look. "This is the Coven of the Crescent Moon. They're not fond of outsiders, especially not werewolves."I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "I don't care. I'm here to find Lily."Sariah sighed and motioned for me to follow her into the cave. The darkness engulfed us, save for the occasional flicker of enchanted torches
**Winter's POV**The journey back to my home took longer than I remembered. Perhaps it was the trepidation, the weight of impending confrontation, that slowed my steps. As I approached the dense forest that surrounded my parents' mansion, my heart began to race, each beat louder than the last. I could see it now, the familiar ivy-covered walls, the tower where I used to watch the sunsets. Home had never felt so foreign, so unwelcoming.Pausing at the tree line, I took in the sight before me. The house was just as imposing as ever, its grandeur marred by the shadows of my memories. I forced a deep, steadying breath into my lungs. Sneaking in and out wouldn’t be a problem—I had done it countless times before. The challenge was finding the Book of the Moon, an artefact I had never seen and wasn’t even sure existed.Determination fuelled my steps as I crept through the underbrush, making my way to the side of the mansion. Climbing the trellis to my bedroom window felt like second nature,
**Winter's POV**The halls seemed both familiar and eerie as I followed Sarge, their familiarity marred by the memories of arguments and betrayal. Even the comforting scent of aged wood and lavender did little to ease my unease. As we reached a secluded room at the end of the corridor, Sarge paused, glancing back at me.“Please, just come home, Winter,” he implored, his eyes softening. “I’ll talk to Dad and get him to change his mind.”"You know Dad would never change his mind, Sarge, not about this,” I replied, feeling the weight of our impossible situation. “I just can’t do it.”His shoulders sagged, hurt evident in his eyes. He genuinely cared, but he also didn’t grasp the depths of my resolve. “How did you even know I was in there?” I asked, trying to shift the focus.“I saw you sneak into the study,” he admitted with a faint smile. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. He then looked at me earnestly. “How are you, Winter?”Emotions
**Winter's POV**My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty and determination as I clutched the decoy book close. A part of me feared the witches would see through the facade and refuse to help. But I had to try—I couldn’t return to my friends empty-handed.Reaching the edge of the mystical boundary, I paused, taking a moment to ground myself. The Moonshade Lilacs greeted me like old friends, their petals shimmering softly. I inhaled deeply, the magical aroma infusing me with courage. The boundary once again parted for me, wisps of violet mist swirling in its wake, guiding my steps back into the witch realm.As I navigated the familiar path leading to the coven, the memory of my encounter with the mysterious witches played in my mind. I quickened my pace, my heart thrumming with anticipation and unease. I needed answers. I needed to find Lily.The entrance to the cave loomed ahead, its shadowed maw welcoming yet foreboding. I entered cautiously, the same winding tunnels guiding me back to
Winter's POVI swirled inside the dark place in my head, lost and disoriented. How long had I been here? How long had I been trapped in this endless void where nothing made sense? Time didn't mean anything anymore. It felt like years, but also like a moment. I could never tell.The only thing I remembered clearly was the grave. Digging my way out of it. The suffocating weight of the earth, the desperation, the hunger to live. I remembered the thirst for revenge on Kenny, the anger that kept me alive. But even that seemed distant, as though it was someone else's memory.Everything else was a blur. The love for my friends—their faces flickered in and out of my mind like faded dreams. Sometimes, I saw them clearly, but other times, it was like I was stuck in the dark, unable to reach them, unable to make sense of anything. I didn't even know if I had truly died.I felt... lost. More than that—forgotten. The world felt so far away like I was being swallowed by the darkness. I could feel m
Enzo's POVWe moved upstairs, all of us, with a sense of urgency pressing against our chests. The atmosphere felt thick, heavy with uncertainty, as we filed into the room again. Winter was still there in the corner, her eyes dull, her movements slow and almost robotic. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was still trapped somewhere deep inside herself. She had to be. The way she stared at the wall—like a part of her was lost and couldn't find its way back.Lily was the first to speak, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. "We were in here before, and all that happened was her hand glowed. We still have no idea what to do or how to fix her."I stared at Winter, my chest tightening. "I think Winter was trying to tell you... It's like she's trapped in her own mind, and she can't explain what you need to do."Elena nodded, a sombre expression crossing her face. "So, we just follow her lead, then. We trust her."The words hung in the air, the weight of them almost unbearable. But w
Enzo’s POVI stood at the bottom of the stairs, unable to stop glancing back at the door to my bedroom. The sounds of the others talking voices low and filled with uncertainty, only made the silence in my chest louder. The question still haunted me—Was it really her? Winter was here, but she wasn’t... herself. She was broken, lost in a world that none of us could understand. But I couldn’t deny it. I knew it was her. Deep down, I had to believe it was.The others were still discussing what to do, trying to figure out the pieces of this puzzle we didn’t have the answers to. I could hear Lily’s voice, low and careful, talking about options, about what magic we might be able to use, but my thoughts kept circling back to the bedroom door.“I know you’re worried,” Lily said, her voice cutting through my spiralling thoughts. “But we need to figure this out. We can’t just sit here.”“I’ll be right back,” I said, cutting her off as I turned toward the stairs. The last thing I wanted was to ke
Chapter 91: The ReturnEnzo’s POVI stood at the doorway, my heart pounding as I watched Elena approach Winter. She had the same look in her eyes that everyone had had when we first saw her—hope mixed with fear. It wasn’t just the hope of seeing Winter again. It was the fear of not knowing if she was really back, of not knowing if this was even really her.But I could tell. I could see it in Elena’s face. She believed that it was really winter.Elena turned to me, her eyes wide, searching for reassurance. “This is why you came, right?” she asked, her voice trembling.I nodded, trying to fight the knot in my chest. I wanted to believe this was Winter. My heart told me it was. But my mind... my mind was still battling with the fear. This wasn’t the Winter I remembered—her eyes were distant, her voice fractured, and the way she repeated those numbers over and over... It didn’t feel like her, but I couldn’t let myself think like that.“Are you sure it’s her?” Elena’s voice cracked with do
Elena's POVI barely had time to react before Rykor was on me, his hands grabbing hold of me with terrifying speed. I tried to fight, thrashing and kicking, but it was useless. His grip was like steel, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. Before I could even process what was happening, he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and I screamed at him, my voice raw with panic."Let me go!" I yelled, kicking my legs in vain. "What the hell are you doing, Rykor?!"But he didn’t answer me. Not a word. He just kept walking, ignoring my shouts and my struggles. I was completely at his mercy, and the weight of that realisation made my heart pound even faster. What was going on? What was happening? I had a sinking feeling—a gut feeling—that this had everything to do with Lily and Enzo.When I felt the car's engine rumble to life, I knew exactly where we were going. My chest tightened in a rush of anger. Enzo’s house. This was his doing. I wasn’t going to let them drag me back int
Lily's POVI stood at the door of the room, just watching Winter. She was still sitting in the same spot, her hands moving with a kind of frantic precision as she repeated the same numbers over and over again. Her face was pale, her eyes distant. There was something haunting about the way she was trapped in this cycle, this unrelenting loop that neither time nor words could break.I wanted so badly to reach her, to pull her back to us, to make her whole again. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure how to fix her, how to fix what was broken inside of her. She had been through something no one should have to endure, and no one had prepared us for what she had really gone through.A soft sound behind me made me stiffen. I turned to find Jake standing there, his posture hesitant but still solid. His expression was one I couldn’t quite read, a mix of worry and curiosity."Do you think you can save her?" he asked quietly, his voice soft as it broke through the heavy silence in the room.I hesitated
Lily’s POVWe left the room, stepping into the quiet hallway, the weight of what we had just seen settling heavily in the pit of my stomach. I could still hear Winter’s voice echoing in my mind—those same numbers, over and over again. I couldn’t escape them. They circled my thoughts, making it impossible to focus on anything else.Three-zero-two-four-zero-zero.I kept doing the math in my head. How long had Winter spent clawing her way out of that grave? The numbers—those numbers—had been her constant. And now they were my constant, too, weighing down on my mind, reminding me of everything she had gone through.It didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense that Winter had survived, that she had fought for her life, but it also didn’t make sense that she was now trapped in this state, so far from the person I knew her to be.I sank into one of the chairs in the living room, letting my hands fall into my lap, lost in my thoughts. The pain, the guilt, the confusion—it was all swirling toget
Lily's POVI could feel my heart racing as I moved closer to Winter, her broken form huddled in the corner, mumbling the same numbers over and over again. Her voice was soft, haunting, like the echo of a distant memory I could never quite reach. Every repetition of those numbers sent a chill through me, each one like a needle pricking at the raw, exposed wound of my heart."Winter," I whispered, stepping closer, my voice barely more than a breath. "It’s me."I watched her, hoping, praying that she would respond to me. But she didn’t. Her eyes remained unfocused, her hands scrabbling against the ground as she continued to chant the numbers, like a mantra she couldn’t escape.My chest tightened as I reached out, hesitant but desperate for a connection. My fingers brushed against her shoulder, a soft touch that I hoped would break through whatever wall surrounded her. The moment my skin made contact with hers, Winter stopped. Her hands fell still, and her gaze flickered up, locking onto
Enzo’s POVI stood there, feeling the tension in the air as Rykor stepped forward. His face was hard, but his eyes were filled with something I didn’t quite understand. When he spoke, his tone was surprisingly gentle."Elena doesn’t mean it," Rykor said, his voice low. "She doesn’t mean a thing of what she’s saying. She’s just hurting."Lily, who had been silent up until then, broke her silence with a sharp edge to her voice. "We all are," she said. "But that doesn’t give her the right to attack us."Rykor nodded, acknowledging her words, but there was still a look of understanding in his gaze. "I understand," he replied, as if this made everything okay.Enzo’s patience, however, was beginning to fray. "If that’s why you followed us," Enzo said, his voice growing colder, "then we don’t want to hear it."Rykor, however, didn’t back down. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice more firm now. "I like the little fairy," he said, referring to Lily. "And I know that if she was in her right m