Elena’s povMy head throbbed painfully. I blinked, trying to focus on the room around me. It was my bedroom in the pack house, familiar and safe, yet… different. The air hung heavy with a sense of unease.Then, the memory of the vision slammed into me.I was on a battlefield. Mud and blood painted the ground. The air reeked of fear and death. Oliver, his usually bright eyes dimmed with pain, lay sprawled near a burning wagon. And Lucas… Lucas was cradling my body in his arms, his face etched with anguish. The image was so vivid, so real, that I could almost feel the cold seep into my bones.Then, a jolt – like being yanked back through time – and the battlefield dissolved. I was seeing something else now, something even more terrifying.Blue Moon soldiers. Dozens of them, sneaking into our territory. They were moving silently, efficiently, like shadows in the night. And the place they were coming in through… an underground tunnel. The tunnel was hidden, partially obscured by roots an
Elena’s povI turned to look at Nate, Lucas’s brother. He had a look of suspicion as he stared at me.“Hi, I’m Elena.” I said and he shuffled closer to Sam instead. He didn’t trust me and I couldn’t blame the child.He was just like Lucas.I knelt down, trying to meet Nate's shy gaze. He was a miniature version of Lucas, with the same dark hair and serious eyes. "Hey, Nate," I said softly. "How are you doing?"He mumbled something and ducked his head, his fingers the small bag he was holding."It's okay," I reassured him. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I just wanted to see if you needed anything."Silence stretched between us. Then, in a voice so quiet I almost missed it, Nate said, "Lucas is really strong."My heart clenched. Of course he admired his older brother. He hadn’t known Lucas for long but he had seen how great of a warrior he was.“He is," I agreed, smiling gently. "He's one of the strongest werewolves I know."Nate looked up, his eyes widening slightly. "He
Oliver’s povA soldier ran up to me, breathless. “Alpha Oliver! Elena… she’s safe. She’s with Nate and Sam in the safe house.”Relief washed over me. The safe house was relatively safe and far from the village but it was the best place to be instead of here, right in the middle of the fighting. "Lucas!" I called, "Go to Chloe. Make sure she doesn't leave her room. No matter what she says, no matter what she does. Understand?"Chloe. She was part of the reason we were at war with the Blue Moon pack in the first place, heck, she was the only reason this whole thing started.I didn’t know what she was capable of yet so I couldn’t risk her being out of the pack house. The worse possibility was her informing the Blue Moon pack that we were aware of their attack.Lucas nodded, his jaw tight. "Right away, Oliver."Next, I needed to secure our borders. This attack had to end here, now. “Every soldier to the borders! No one in, no one out. I want eyes on every tree, every shadow. We don’t nee
Lucas’s povThe wood felt rough against my knuckles as I knocked on Chloe's door. After a few seconds, I pushed the door open.Chloe was sitting on the edge of her bed, her shoulders trembling slightly. She looked up, her eyes widening when she saw me. Recognition flickered across her face, quickly replaced by a cold, hard look. She narrowed her eyes."Lucas," she said, her voice tight. “What are you doing here?” "Chloe," I replied, keeping my voice even. "Why? Why are you doing this? Betraying the pack… betraying Oliver?"She scoffed, turning her head away. "I don't want advice from you."I took a step closer. "You need to talk to Oliver. Ask him for forgiveness.""Forgiveness?" She laughed, a harsh, brittle sound. "What's the point? He'll have me imprisoned. Or worse."A knot formed in my stomach. This was worse than I thought. She truly believed she was past the point of redemption.She turned back to me, a smug look on her face. "He's smart, I'll give him that. Predicting those s
Beauty’s povI trembled, the thin cotton of my dress doing little to ward off the chill of fear. The sounds of battle were deafening now, the sounds of howls, snarls, and the brutal thud of bodies colliding. The Full Moon pack, my pack, was under attack. I squeezed my eyes shut, whispering a frantic prayer to the Moon Goddess, begging for our victory.I felt useless sitting in my room doing nothing. Every other person was out there making a difference in the pack and here I was, sitting on my bed and biting my nails.A sharp knock on my door startled me. I jumped back, my heart hammering against my ribs. The door creaked open, and a soldier I vaguely recognized, his face grim and dusted with dirt, stood in the doorway. He was panting heavily and for a second, I wondered if we had lost the war."Beauty," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Come with me."Confusion clouded my fear. "What? Where are we going?""Elena requested that you be taken to the safe house," he explained. "It's fo
Elena’s povThe aroma of herbs hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in my gut. I led Beauty through the familiar comfort of the safe house tea room. Sam took Nate’s hand and showed him different colouring books on the shelves.Everything felt… fragile. Like the peace could shatter at any moment.I sank into one of the mismatched chairs, the worn velvet yielding beneath me. Beauty didn’t take the offered seat. Instead, she dropped to her knees, her eyes brimming with a desperate kind of sincerity.“Elena, I… I’m so sorry,” she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. “I know saying sorry isn't enough, not after what I did. It was a mistake, a terrible, awful mistake. I betrayed you all, I betrayed the pack. Please, believe me, I didn’t want to.”The raw emotion in her voice was almost painful to witness. I watched her, my face carefully neutral, as she launched into a tearful explanation. She spoke of her sister, Sam, held hostage by the Blue Moon Pack,
Oliver’s povThe air still crackled with the scent of pine and blood. It had been a long day, a day that carried the fate of my pack. The Full Moon pack, my pack, had finally broken the Blue Moon’s back. And there he was, Ray, their Alpha, standing before me defeated. His eyes, usually bright with arrogance, were now dull, clouded with rage and disbelief."Chloe..." he spat, the word thick with venom. "That filthy snake… she deceived us all! She lured us here. She will pay for this!"My heart ached. Chloe. My sister. I looked at Ray, trying to keep my face neutral. "Chloe is already in our custody, Ray. She will face justice, the same as you. She betrayed her own pack."Ray’s brows furrowed. It was obvious that he was genuinely surprised. “You… you arrested her? Your own sister betrayed you too? You had her arrested? She gave us so much information.”I didn’t flinch. My own heart was a battlefield. Love for my sister warred with my duty to the pack. "She will be judged accordingly. T
Lucas’s povThe air in Chloe's room was thick with tension, a suffocating blend of fear and resentment. She sat hunched in the corner, the rough rope biting into her wrists. Her eyes, usually bright and full of fire, were now clouded with a stormy anger, a simmering rage directed at me, at the world, at the very circumstances that had led her to this.Just then, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and a guard stepped inside, his face grim but relieved. "Captain Lucas," he said, his voice respectful. "The war is over. The Full Moon Pack has won. Alpha Oliver told me to inform you."The words hit Chloe like a physical blow. She actually recoiled, a strangled sob escaping her lips. "No," she gasped, shaking her head violently. "No, it's not possible! You’re lying! Blue Moon pack… they wouldn't fall!"Her voice rose with each word, teetering on the edge of hysteria. I could see the reality of her actions crashing down on her, the full weight of her betrayal finally finding purchase in her
Oliver’s povThe wind whipped past my ears as I ran, my paws pounding against the earth. I shifted back to human form just before I reached the edge of Full Moon territory, grabbing the clothes I usually stashed there for the days I went out running and needed to shift. The shift was always jarring, a sharp reminder of the duality that lived within me. But tonight, the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the weight in my heart.Why Lucas? That was the question that kept clawing at me. Why was Lucas the one who had to have the vision? The vision of how to save my Elena. It should have been me. I was hers, Elena's mate, and the right person to save her. I shook my head. I tried to focus on the issue at hand. I need to save my people.My steps slowed as I approached the main clearing. The air felt heavy, lifeless. Daniel and Beauty met me at the edge, their faces etched with worry."Oliver," Beauty’s voice was strained. "It's worse than we thought. They're...empty. Basically she
Third person pov Lucas and Oliver sat stiffly on the wooden chairs in the meditation room of Willow’s temple. The air hung heavy with the scent of incense and old stone. They had been there for a long while and it felt like an eternity, waiting for Willow, the goddess, to give them some sort of guidance or help.Lucas shifted in his seat, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. He glanced at Oliver, whose face was a mask of strong determination. Lucas wasn't so good at patience. He was a man of action, a protector. This waiting felt useless, like a waste of precious time.Oliver, sensing his friend's restlessness, offered a small, almost unnoticeable nod. He understood. Tension had been simmering within the Full Moon pack for a while now. Sickness was spreading, weakening even the strongest wolves. And Elena, the Luna of the pack, Oliver's Mate and Lucas’s friend was in grave danger. Fear filled them both. But each tried to keep a strong front.Just as Lucas was about to break th
Chloe’s povAs we made our way through the forest, my mind raced with worry. Betrayal had a way of souring even the simplest things. As I watched my people being struck with sickness yet I couldn’t do anything to help them without hiding like a criminal. All I wanted was to rule my pack, to lead them rightly but seeing them almost dead changed something in me and I was determined to get help for them.Jax walked beside me, his jaw tight, his senses clearly on high alert. We were searching for him – the magician, the source of the curse that was slowly strangling the Full Moon pack. We needed to find him, to bargain, to do whatever it took to save my pack, even if it meant aligning ourselves with him and sacrificing Oliver, my brother and that rogue, Elena."He has to be somewhere around here," Jax muttered, his eyes scanning the dense trees. "The energy feels strong. Plus we have been walking for hours. It has to be somewhere here."I nodded, trying to ignore the guilt that gnawed at
Elena’s povI tugged on the ropes that held my hands and feet in tact and it was still as tight as ever. The magician wasn’t back yet and I knew that had to be my chance.The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows, making the already unsettling scene even more terrifying. I strained against the thick rope binding my wrists to each other, the coarse fibers biting into my skin. My ankles were similarly secured. I had to get free.My mind raced. How long have I been here? How many hours? It felt like an eternity. I writhed against the ropes again, a desperate, futile effort. Tears welled in my eyes. Then, a memory flickered in my mind – the dungeon lock. It was a lock that didn’t have a space for a key. I had been too weak to think much of it, but somehow, focusing my energy, I had managed to unlock it. It was a faint connection to the power I didn’t know I had, a sliver of power that hadn't been completely suppressed. Maybe…just maybe…Taking a deep breath, I concentrated o
Oliver’s povLucas and I were heading to the elven village, a place filled with mystery and whispers of ancient magic. The thought of Elena being in more danger every second scared me even more, and the weight of that responsibility felt like a physical burden.Lucas moved boldly ahead. He'd been to the village once before, with Elena, to visit Willow's temple. I envied his ease. He'd known Elena more, seen her laugh more freely, shared experiences I was just beginning to build. I was the mate, the destined partner, but sometimes I felt like I was playing catch-up.As we finally reached the village, the air here hummed with a subtle energy, a palpable sense of magic that tickled my skin.Lucas smiled. "There she is!" He gestured towards a young elven girl standing near the entrance to the temple, her eyes wide and bright. She couldn't have been older than ten, with hair tied up and decorated with flowers and a dress woven from a strange material."Hello!" Lucas called, his voice warm.
Chloe’s povThe stench of sickness hung heavy in the air. I could see the paleness of their faces, the feverish glint in their eyes – the curse was eating them alive. My pack. The pack I wanted to lead."We have to help them, Jax," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper against the rising wind. My throat felt tight, choked with helplessness. "I can't just stand here and watch them die."Jax's grip on my arm tightened, pulling me further into the shadows of the alleyway. His eyes scanned the street, sharp and alert. "Chloe, we talked about this. We're wanted here. Walking around like this is a death wish.""But-"He cut me off, his voice firm, but laced with a hint of desperation. "No buts, Chloe. Look."He nodded subtly towards the main street. Emerging from the pack house, a group of soldiers, clad in dark leather armor, marched in formation. Their faces were grim, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords."There they are," Jax said, his voice low. "They're might be looking fo
Oliver's POVThe scent was gone. Wiped clean. I snarled, frustration clawing at my throat. Elena had been here, I knew it. The lingering sweetness of her soap, the faint air of her own unique scent – it had all been so clear just moments ago. But now? Nothing. Scattered, like dust in the wind.“Damn it!” I roared, kicking at a fallen log. The wood splintered under my force, a small satisfaction in the face of this overwhelming helplessness.Lucas placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding me. “Easy, Oliver. We’ll find her.”I shook my head, running a hand through my already dishevelled hair. “They knew we were coming. They scattered her scent, covered their tracks. This isn't some amateur kidnapper, Lucas. Whoever took Elena is smart, organized.”"But how? How could they have anticipated us?" Lucas muttered, his brow furrowed in thought.I paced back and forth, my wolf instincts screaming at me. I could feel Elena’s presence, a faint echo in the forest's heartbeat. She was clos
Elena’s pov“Tell me one thing," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "If I take off the chain, will you let me go if I don’t like what you have to say?"He chuckled, the sound devoid of any warmth. "I am a man of deals, Elena. I tell you all, and you get to leave after. But I will not force you to do anything else. Do we have an agreement?"It was a gamble, a desperate one. But I could not ignore a chance to save my people."Fine," I said, my voice stronger this time, laced with steely resolve. "We have an agreement."Something in me gnawed at me. This man, this magician didn’t seem like he was going to let me go. Was I going to trust the words of a man who didn’t waste any time in abducting me? A man who cursed an entire pack of innocent werewolves for whatever reason. My head pounded feverishly as it crossed my mind that I would regret my choice.The second I pulled the Moon Chain off my neck. I was slammed to the wall by an invisible force. My throat began to tighten and I could bar
Beauty’s povThe weight of it all crashed down on me, a physical blow that stole the air from my lungs and the strength from my legs. I crumpled to the floor, the carpet of the pack house doing little to cushion the impact. Daniel was by my side in an instant, his strong arms wrapping around me."Beauty! What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern."The healers... the sickness..." I choked, unable to form clear sentences.A cluster of healers stood near the entrance of the pack house, their faces etched with despair. They had rushed in, interrupting our already tense planning session. Oliver and Lucas were still gone, they were in search of Elena. Daniel and I were doing our best to hold the pack together in their absence, but it felt like our efforts were going down the drain."They're... freezing up," one of the healers, a young woman named Sarah, managed to say. "Even the warmth of the fire isn't helping. They can barely move… they’re almost lifeless. All they