Adriana's Point of View The following day, Alana and I went to see Lexi. It wasn't just the two of us, as Daemon had insisted that I was accompanied by a guard at all times. There was no arguing this with him, and I didn't even bother. Just because Brandon was dead, it didn't negate the danger I was in. Kree was still alive. Knowing I had a blood witch after me kept me from being reckless. With our escorts, Carlisle and Wilson, we headed out. The idea was to have my measurements taken and discuss the type of gown I wanted. I had a vision of what I wanted, but I was also mindful that there may be some pack traditions I would have to follow. Lexi welcomed us when we entered the shop, and Alana introduced her to me. "I am so thrilled to be making your gown, Luna," she said. "Lexi is the best stylist we have," Alana declared. "I'm your only stylist," she joked. As soon as I met Lexi, I was reminded of Callie, and her friendly nature immediately appealed to me. "Almost any style wou
Adriana's Point of View Carlisle and Wilson drove Alana and me back to the pack house. An unfamiliar car was parked outside, and dread filled me. I wasn't sure how this meeting was going to roll. Being a rare hybrid Wolf-Shifter was nerve-racking. As I thought about what the Alpha Council representative would do with me, I was unsure what to expect. Would I face discrimination as I wasn't a purebred wolf? Slowly, I forced myself to get out of the car. I had evidently dawdled long enough for Wilson to hop out of the passenger seat and open my door. Embarrassed, I quickly got out and mumbled my thanks. I still wasn't used to this kind of deference. My feelings and thoughts must have been easily read as Alana touched my shoulder and said, "It is going to be alright. Nothing will happen to you; we'll make sure of that. In addition, your mother wouldn't have felt comfortable with the 'holding doors open' for Luna." I smiled my thanks at Alana, and we proceeded into the packhouse to meet
Adriana's Point of View Excuse me, Perry St. Claire," I said as I walked towards the door, "Where are we going?" "Please call me Perry," he answered, "and may I call you Adriana?" I nodded but stopped walking while I waited for him to fully answer my question. After a brief, but uncomfortable pause, he did. "We are going to meet the witches currently sealing your borders. They will most likely have some questions about Kree that they wish to ask you," he replied. We all went down the packhouse stairs to meet the witches outside. As we exited the main doors, I saw three women walk towards us, one of whom seemed to look familiar. "Perry! Introduce us, please," said one of the women. Her name was Delilah, and, as I found out, she was not only the vice Gatekeeper of the Witches’ Council but also Kree's older sister. No wonder she looked familiar. "Breathe," linked Daemon, "You are okay." Through our link, Daemon could clearly feel my nerves getting the better of me. I initially th
Adriana's Point of View I took a deep breath and walked through the door into a past life. It was like coming home after a long absence, but also not the same. "Welcome," I said to Delilah. "I'm sorry if it is dusty, but I haven't been here for such a long time. Not since I moved out after my mother's death and into the city." "It is all good, child," Delilah said as she followed me. Going into the lounge, I saw a photo of my mother and me together. There weren't many of them, and this was one that our neighbour had taken of us. You could clearly see our blue eyes, as we wore coloured contacts then. It was then that I realised I hadn't worn contacts in so long and had been wandering around showing my amethyst-coloured eyes to everyone. No one had commented or said a thing. To think that I might have been able to live an everyday life and go to school like everyone else did just blew me away. Life might have been very different. I told myself to stop thinking like this, as it wasn'
Adriana's Point of View I locked up my mother's house, saying goodbye to my past life. Daemon, Perry, Delilah, the other two witches, and I returned to the packhouse. Before Perry and the witches departed, Delilah gave me an amulet. It was a gemstone attached to a thin braided cord. The gem was made of blue tanzanite and sparkled like a blue crystal. I wish it had been amethyst to match my eyes, but it was beautiful nonetheless. "This rock came from a bolt of lightning that turned the earth blue," said Delilah. "Not only does this particular gem contain healing properties, but it has a protection spell cast on it. Should Kree get past our defences, she will find it extremely difficult to be around you. In fact, it will cause her extreme pain, as it is attuned to repel blood witch magic and the blood witch herself. Never take it off!" With that warning, I put it on and waved them goodbye. They would check in with us every few days, and a witch would continuously monitor the border fo
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I walked out into the forest to do my first shift. The idea was that we would strip our clothes and shift into our wolf forms. Having never shifted, I needed to figure out how to do it. When I mentioned that to Daemon, he said, "Don't worry, your wolf will know what to do." "Yes, I do," responded Calliope. "Will anyone be able to see us naked?" I asked Daemon. "No. No one will come near," he answered. "I told my guards to keep everyone out of this area." That was something. I knew that most shifters weren't worried about nudity because everyone had to strip before changing. Still, I had been brought up to believe I was an Omega and therefore didn't have a wolf. I would have to get used to not only being a shifter but also being something more. Two somethings more, to be specific. At least I wasn't a part vampire. That would be too much. Life was different for Omegas that didn't shift. They still had the shifter gene, but only in human form.
Adriana's Point of View I spent the following day in the office with Daemon, still learning all I could about the pack's finances. It was an exhaustive process going through everything. Still, I think I was getting better at it and understanding exactly where all the money came from and what it was spent on. The skills I was learning would be invaluable in working out all of my own finances with the money that my mother left me. The next day, it was time to head over to Lexi's store to be fitted for my gown. It wouldn't be finished for another week, but she wanted to fit me a few times to ensure it was perfect. Alana and two of my guards would be going with me. Today it was Carlisle and Wilson again. They were most likely to be rostered during the day. "Morning, Luna," Wilson said, opening the car door for me. "Morning, Wilson, and you too, Carlisle. Let's get Alana and head to the shop," I answered. Carlisle was driving us today while Wilson sat in the passenger seat. We picked u
Adriana's Point of View When Kree exited the vehicle, I quickly mind-linked Daemon, "We are under attack!" Looking out of the back window, I gave as many details as I could to Daemon on our whereabouts and who we were going up against, including that a younger version of Alpha Brandon was with her. There were also three other men I had never seen before. However, one of them had some similarities to Kree and might possibly be her father. I decided to call him Daddy Witch and Brandon's son, Junior. The other two were most likely shifters, as they had that certain look. They were possibly his Beta and Gamma. "Stay in the car if you can," he replied. "I am contacting Perry and Delilah as we speak. Tyler and James are on their way with extra men." With Daemon's order to stay in the car, my only viable option was to sit back, watch and hope. Alana grabbed my hand, telling me, "They'll get here in time. I am sure they will. Just stay inside the car. It has a reinforced body and bulletpr
I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4.Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off. Book 4 has been started and will be posted starting January 2025.Check out my I*******m page (nikoradepressedpoet) for pictures of the latest covers. Each book will be available in paperback. I am rewriting parts of Book 1. The covers for books 4 and 5 are already designed.
Asher’s Point of ViewAndreas fell to the ground, crumpling against the cold tiles, his body barely clinging to consciousness. The fury in his eyes was still present, but it was mingled with something else—fear. “You may have won this battle, but there are others who believe in the purity of Dragonkind,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.His words hung in the air, a twisted echo of the truth he could no longer deny. The irony was palpable; he had sought power through a dark alliance, yet he spoke of purity as if it still held weight. He had traded the purity he claimed to uphold for power, and now, even that was slipping through his fingers.Father stepped forward with the Council behind him, his expression one of grave disappointment. “Andreas, you and your father have sown discord among our people and disgraced your family name. T
Asher’s Point of ViewMy Dragon and I were enraged by Andreas’s words describing our fated mate as a dog. Rin placed her hand against my arm, its muscles tense and coiled tightly, fists clenched in anger. Her gentle touch acted like a soothing balm, softening my clenched fist.Slowly, I felt the anger beginning to dissipate, the pressure easing as I relaxed under her calming influence. The contrast between my earlier state and this new sense of peace was palpable, reminding me of the power of our bond. There was nothing Andreas could say that would make me turn against Rin. I would rather lose my crown than be without her.The tension in the council chamber was electric as Andreas continued to spew venom, his arrogance infuriating. I could feel the Dragon within me thrumming, eager for a confrontation. “Enough!” I
Christine’s Point of ViewThe air felt thick in the chamber, as if the magic that summoned Andreas and Viggo hung around, binding us in an unseen net of tension. Viggo’s face was drawn tight, his eyes flickering with a dangerous mix of fear and rage. At the same time, Andreas’ expression remained cold and calculating. His eyes darted around the room, assessing, scheming.Andreas recovered first, straightening as if pulling on an invisible cloak of authority. “What you claim is… nonsense,” he panted, glaring at Eiríkr. Fighting the compulsion to tell the truth was taking its toll and making him sweat. “I’ve been… nothing but… loyal… to our kind. This… is a… farce!” He was panting now from the sheer exertion.Asher stood tall next to me, his ha
Christine’s Point of ViewWe slowly made our way back, twisting and turning through the enchanted passages to the awaiting Council Members. Asher had already mind-linked his father, who assured him they would be waiting. We weren’t the only ones who had news since the archiver from the Council of Witches and Warlocks had found some interesting information.The Council Chambers buzzed with a quiet intensity. Though our alliance remained steadfast, the growing unrest among the Dragon-Shifter populace threatened everything we had built. Outside these walls, whispers of dissent were rising, fueled by fear of change and manipulation by those who sought to close our society once again.Asher stood beside me, his expression grim as he explained what we found in the books. “While we have nothing concrete at this stage, if we do
Asher's Point of View"So you think he's using his own son as a pawn?" Adriana asked.Her question was answered, "I think Viggo would use anyone—blood or not—to get what he wants." I agreed with Father. This was part of the reason why I didn't want much to do with my uncle, aunt, and cousins.My grandfather had forced Father and Viggo to take chosen mates, ones he thought were acceptable for the Royal Family. Both were well-educated, refined women from noble families.My parents had at least fallen in love eventually, even if they weren't fated mates. Father had never met his fated mate, or at least, that was what he had told me. When my mother, Áslaug (AWS-lough), died, he was heartbroken but still able to function.Viggo
Asher's Point of ViewThe council chamber felt colder than it ever had before. No matter how many fires roared in the hearths or candles flickered against the heavy stone walls, a chill seemed to seep into my bones. I couldn't put it entirely down to tiredness, even though I was exhausted fighting two battles in such a short time.No. It was a combination of many things. Andreas' smirk, the flames from the explosion, and the insignia of the Purists haunted me as I sat at the table, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were white.Rin sat beside me, her expression hard but eyes betraying the same exhaustion and worry I felt. It had been hours since we returned from the first fight, but with the second battle, we hadn't had a moment to breathe. There was no time for rest when the Purists were gaining ground. My cousin, Andreas, was
Asher's Point of ViewAs soon as Rin and I returned from the marketplace attack, we called for an emergency council meeting. The tension in what we now referred to as the council chamber hung in the air, thick enough to cut through.The servants had been busy changing the room. It was now a place of stark contrasts. Ancient banners from each species hung from the high vaulted ceilings, their vibrant colours dulled by the weight of war. The air smelled faintly of smoke and iron, a reminder of battles past and future.Every seat around the grand, circular table was filled. Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, and the Lycan King and Queen united under one roof. Yet, for some reason, it felt as if we were all divided by the constant threat looming over us.The Purists were growing bolder, and tonight
Christine's Point of ViewThe days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. We launched joint patrols, organised public gatherings, and ensured that every species—Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, Fae—was represented. It wasn't easy. There were still plenty of sceptical people, glares, and whispered doubts. But slowly, I began to see a shift.In the streets, I saw Wolves patrolling alongside Dragons. Vampires and Fae worked alongside Dragons in the markets to keep the peace. It wasn't perfect, and tensions were still simmering beneath the surface, but it was progress. And I started feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever.Asher and I stood on a balcony overlooking the domed city one evening, watching as the lights of the stronghold twinkled in the darkness of the weir. The air was cool, carrying the scent of snow from ou