Christine's Point Of View
Packing for the trip to the Mountain Weir was both exciting and nerve-wracking. I stood before my wardrobe, a myriad of emotions swirling within me. The anticipation of meeting King Drake, my great-grandfather, Aldrik, and the unknowns of Asher's home made it hard to focus. Rows of clothes hung neatly, yet I felt utterly at a loss.
"Asher, what should I pack?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. I glanced over my shoulder at him, hoping for some guidance. "What will it be like there?"
Asher walked over, his presence always a calming force. He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. "It'll be colder on the journey since we're nearing winter," he explained, gently taking my hand. "There'll already be snow in the mountains."
He led me to the window,
Christine's Point Of ViewIt was lunchtime on the second part of our journey, and we stopped by the roadside to stretch our legs and eat a light lunch. This would be the last stop until we reached the Mountain Weir. It was known in the ancient tongue of Dragonese as Fjallvirki.(Pronunciation: FYAT-tl-veer-kee)Asher was teaching me their native language, which was still predominantly spoken in the Weir, although English had been learnt by the highly educated and those families who had family members whose job it was to navigate the human world.The golden light of the afternoon sun bathed the rugged mountains surrounding us as our group finally reached the entrance to the Weir. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of magnificent - an ancient stone temple seamlessly integrated
Christine's Point Of ViewOur first night in what would be my new home was exciting, to say the least. We shared intimate moment after intimate moment. Asher and I shared what we felt, both emotional and physical sensations, with the mate bond wide open to each other, so each act of love was a beautiful expression of the deep connection and affection we felt. Every touch and glance conveyed love and trust, creating an atmosphere of warmth and closeness.Whether on the bed, shower, or spa, we moved together gently, each gesture a silent promise and a testament to our bond. In our private space, we experienced a profound sense of unity, feeling closer to each other than ever before. This intimate exchange strengthened our relationship, leaving us feeling cherished and deeply connected.Despite being awake throughout much of the night, we j
Christine's Point Of ViewJust when all seemed lost, and I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, the doors burst open with a deafening crash. The sudden noise startled my attacker, and he loosened his grip enough for me to give one last kick with everything I had.It was enough. Released from the death hold around my neck, I crumpled to the floor. Two men came into the room, yelling in Dragonese. It was all so confusing and frightening. Gasping for breath, I shuffled backwards away from the fray. I pushed myself between two chairs, scared and in hiding.It could have been seconds or maybe minutes, but I was vaguely aware of Asher, Adam, Charlotte, and several guards rushing into the room. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Asher's eyes, filled with rage and fear, locked onto mine.Before anyone could reach me, the attacker shouted something in Dragonese and then, with a swift motion, he swallowed a pill. The second man, who had been holding a knife, did the same. They both c
Asher's Point of ViewThe moment I saw Rin crumpled on the floor, struggling for breath, something inside me snapped. Rage and fear, an inferno within, drove every action and thought. I held her in my arms, vowing silently that I would not rest until I had eliminated every single Purist responsible for this attack.Now, with Rin resting and the immediate threat dealt with, my mind turned to vengeance. The attack wasn't just an assault on her; it was a declaration of war against our very existence. The Purists had crossed a line, and there would be no forgiveness."Father, we need to talk," I said, my voice barely controlled. I had asked him and the others to remain behind once I had put Rin to bed. Two Dragon-Shifter warriors were outside the door, accompanied by two Wolf-Shifter warriors. Despite this, I was not going to leave her on he
Asher's Point of ViewThe state visit with Daemon and Adriana became longer than initially planned. They had originally intended to stay a maximum of a week, but it was not just a visit to meet long-lost family anymore. The most important thing in my mind was the mating ceremony between Rin and me. That would be happening later this evening. Right now, we were awaiting visitors.I was standing at the grand entrance of our Weir, watching the arrival of emissaries from the Fae, Vampire, and other Shifter communities. I felt a sense of purpose and resolve I'd never felt before. This wasn't just about revenge anymore; it was about building a future where Rin and all our people could live without fear.I turned to Rin, who was standing beside me, her hand tightly gripping mine. "We can do this. You know that, right?" I ask, my voice low and s
Asher's Point of ViewI was finally officially mated to Rin—my Princess. The Princess of Dragons. It felt so good to finally call her and to know she was mine.I could barely contain my excitement as I carried her over the mountains to a secluded spot that no one but my father and I knew about. We would spend the night out here by ourselves, enjoying each other while the rest of the kingdom celebrated our mating ceremony.Rin was going to be a bit of a handful, I could already tell. She had been on edge ever since she was attacked, but with the arrival of all of our new allies, she was far more relaxed.With all that had happened lately, there had not been time to spend one-on-one with Rin. Both my Dragon and I were missing it. I grinned, thinking about it. Tonight, I would be taking her many
Christine's Point of ViewAsher and I arrived back from our short honeymoon. It was only one night in the secluded love nest, but there wasn't a lot of sleep happening. I just hoped that I was awake enough for this meeting.The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Representatives from the Fae, Vampire, and Shifter communities had arrived before the mating ceremony. Now, they were settling in to help with the upcoming conflict.Each representative brought their own strengths and resources. We set up a command centre in a room exiting off the grand hall, with maps and plans spread out across the table. It was a hive of activity, with everyone focused on one goal: defeating the Purists.Only a select few Dragon Shifters, including Asher, his father, Alarik, Sable, and Talon, were allowed
Christine's Point of ViewLights flickered off the walls of the grand hall, casting long shadows across the room. A huge dining table had been set out in the middle of the room. Servants had been scurrying around for ages under the watchful eyes of trusted warriors. We had to ensure that none of our enemies would gain access to this meeting. To add to the security, the Witches and Warlocks had cast a spell called 'Silencium Locus' which caused the room to be completely soundproof.(pronounced: *see-LEN-see-um LOH-kus*)As the last representatives took their seats, there was an almost tangible presence of anticipation. This meeting was the first of its kind and, hopefully, not the last. Today, we would determine the very structure of the Supernatural Council—a group comprised of different species that could change the fate
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe faint echo of footsteps from above stiffened me, and my senses strained for any sign of danger. Every sound in this cell was magnified—every whisper of air, every creak of the floorboards. It had been hours, maybe longer since I had last seen anyone. My body ached, and my wrists were raw from the restraints, but I forced myself to stay alert.When the door creaked open, I expected Beatrice’s manic figure or Rodney’s menacing leer. Instead, Michaela’s familiar form came downstairs, her face carefully blank but her eyes darting nervously. She carried a tray of food, the smell wafting toward me, making my stomach growl despite myself.She hesitated before crouching down to push the tray through the bottom of the bars. She moved to the box on the wall that adjusted the chains. The weight eased slightly, and I could finally lift my arms enough to rub the soreness from them.“You need to eat,” Michaela said softly, pushing the tray toward me. Her tone was quiet,
Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat
Lucienne's Point of ViewClio stirred. At first, it was faint—a mere flicker of warmth beneath my skin, like the distant glow of a candle struggling against the darkness. It wasn't the full return of her vibrantly strong presence, but it was enough to send a wave of relief coursing through me. For the first time since I'd been dragged into this grim, lightless cell, I felt a sliver of hope.Her energy was weak and groggy, like waking from a deep, drugged sleep, and I could sense her struggling against the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. She couldn't speak, couldn't send me her thoughts, but I felt her there—a fragile yet unmistakable connection humming faintly within me. It was proof that the activated charcoal Michaela had smuggled to me was starting to work, pushing back against the poison that had muted her.I closed my eyes and concentrated, drawing strength from that tenuous bond. Clio's presence reminded me of who I was, of the power locked away inside me. Even if she couldn
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe dim light flickered weakly outside my cell, casting jagged shadows on the walls. I inhaled deeply, searching for clues, but my surroundings offered little more than damp air and the acrid tang of rust. Still, faint and fleeting beneath it all, I caught a scent that made my pulse quicken.It was subtle, just a thread woven through the murk of mildew and stone—a sharp, bitter aroma tinged with something earthy. My senses struggled to place it entirely, dulled as they were by hunger and wolfsbane. But I’d know that scent anywhere: witchcraft.This wasn’t like the warm, herbal scent of Aunt Delilah, the liaison between the Royal Family and the Witch’s Council. She wasn’t really my aunt, but that was what we called Alice’s mum. Delilah’s magic smelled of rosemary and lavender, soft and soothing, a presence that felt like home. This was different—harsh, acrid, and wrong. It clawed at my senses, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth.A rogue witch, maybe. Or wo
Lucienne's Point of ViewWhen I opened my eyes, dim light greeted me—weak and distant, barely illuminating the space. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing at the base of my skull, and the cold, damp air bit into my skin like icy needles.I shifted slightly, trying to orient myself, only to feel the sharp tug of iron biting into my wrists. My arms were outstretched, pulled taut by heavy chains fastened to the walls on either side of me, leaving me in an awkward, uncomfortable sitting position on the hard stone floor.The light source was far away, casting faint shadows across the cell and doing little to push back the gloom. It was just enough for me to make out my surroundings—bare, unwelcoming, and suffused with the oppressive weight of captivity. The dim glow created more questions than answers, each corner of the cell cloaked in an eerie half-light that left me straining to see.For a moment, I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. The air reeked of mildew, blood, and something
Duncan's Point of ViewThe sharp, acrid tang of blood hit my nose the moment I stepped into the prison's lower levels. The cold stone walls seemed to amplify the metallic scent, and I clenched my jaw as I surveyed the carnage. Two guards lay lifeless on the floor, their throats torn open with brutal efficiency. Blood pooled beneath their bodies, soaking into the cracks of the stone. Six guards flanked me, their faces pale but their stances resolute. While they knew death was a possibility, it was a risk they had long accepted as part of their duty. Their determination radiated in the unyielding set of their jaws, ready to uphold the pack's safety, no matter the cost. While fear lingered in their eyes, it was drowned out by their loyalty, which made them march forward into the unknown without hesitation."Spread out," I barked, my voice cutting through the tense silence and echoing down the cold, dimly lit corridor. "Check every cell, every corner. I want answers—find out how this hap