Oliver’s povI rushed through the medical center, the scent of herbs and worry thick in the air. It had been a grueling few hours since… well, since everything went sideways. The healing water, the evil magician, Elena’s safety… it all swirled in my head like a chaotic storm.I needed to see how the pack was doing.Finding Daniel near the makeshift healing pools, I asked, "How are they?"Daniel looked exhausted but hopeful. "Oliver, it's working. The water…it's actually healing them. Slowly, but surely. They are looking alive now; the fevers are reducing."Relief washed over me, so profound it almost buckled my knees. This was the first good news we’d had in what felt like an eternity."Beauty is helping me keep an eye on things," Daniel continued. "We're making sure everyone gets their turn in the pools, and that they drink enough.""Good," I said, a genuine smile finally cracking my lips. "That's… that's amazing. You two are doing alright holding the fort over here."If they were be
Third person pov“I’ll kill you, Elena and the entire Full Moon pack.” Reed snarled, flinging Lucas across the wall. “You’ll know better than to mess with me ever again.”He raised Lucas to the air and started choking him. A sharp dagger floated in the air and was aiming straight at Lucas. Chloe quickly ran to Reed and bit his leg as tightly as possible. He growled in pain and tried kicking her off. She tightened her jaw around his thigh till she tasted blood.Lucas was gasping for air and quickly grabbed his dagger and headed straight at Reed, stabbing his abdomen but Reed stood his ground and threw Chloe off him. He took the knife out and threw it away.The wind howled as strongly as possible s Chloe, in her massive wolf form, circled Reed, the evil magician. Her jaw was stained with Reed’s blood after she clamped her jaw on his thigh but it seemed like the wound was healing fast. Lucas, in his human form, stood beside her, fists clenched, eyes blazing with fury. His body was all b
Elena’s povThe wind whipped past my face as Jax’s large form devoured the miles between the Full Moon pack house and the cabin. Each bump and jolt in his stride threatened to dislodge the little part of my body that was still uninjured. Jax, Chloe's supposed friend, a wolf I still wasn't sure I could trust, was carrying me. He was just quiet. Not saying a word all through our journey and I was grateful for it.When we finally arrived at the pack house, the sight of Beauty and Daniel’s faces, etched with relief, barely registered. They were happy I was safe, but a cold urgency burned within me. I brushed past them, their concerned voices fading as I made a straight line for my room.The wooden table in the corner held what I desperately needed; my book. My book of magic. It had started as just a simple, barely filled book with a single, strange spell - a spell to detect the spies amongst the villagers, the spell that had helped me fish out the spies among the villagers.I snatched it
Third person povOliver slammed Reed against the muddy forest floor, the air thick with the scent of pine and blood. His knuckles connected with Reed’s jaw with brutal force. Crack. Reed groaned, his eyes fluttering, but Oliver didn't let up. Another punch landed, splitting Reed's lip. A red trail of blood traced its way down his chin."You shouldn't have messed with my pack, people I love," Oliver growled, each word punctuated by a blow. He was a whirlwind of fury, fueled by anguish and the primal protectiveness that ran deep in his werewolf blood. He had to keep Reed from chanting, from weaving the dark magic that threatened to consume them all.Lucas lay nearby, bruised and battered, struggling to sit up. Seeing Oliver's relentless assault on Reed brought a surge of relief. "Oliver!" he gasped, his voice raspy and weak. He managed a shaky thumbs-up, then coughed, a fleck of blood staining his teeth.Chloe stood a few feet away, her expression unreadable. But Oliver, even in his rag
Third person povA dry, rasping laugh filled the air. “Look at the big protective Alpha,” Reed’s voice echoed, mocking and triumphant. “Did you think you could protect her? Protect your little sister? You are powerless against me.”Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows – Elena. Oliver’s heart lurched. Elena.What was she doing here?She was supposed to be safe, far away from this conflict. She was meant to be back at the pack, receiving treatment “Elena! What are you doing here? Go back!” Oliver gasped weakly, his voice hoarse with pain and worry. He knew he shouldn't have, but he looked at Lucas. Lucas’s face was pained, weary.But something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Elena’s clothes were torn and dirty, as if she had been through a fight, but all her bruises were gone. It was her eyes that were truly unsettling. They were completely white, devoid of pupils, swirling with a faint, ethereal light. She stood in the center of them, calm and still, seemingly untouched by the chao
Oliver’s povMy ribs screamed with every breath. Lucas wasn’t in much better shape, favoring his left arm and sporting a rapidly swelling eye. Chloe looked like she was in a worse state because she fought in her full wolf form and she hadn’t been in a battle ground in a while. We all watched, battered and bruised, as Elena turned Reed into a human punching bag. It was insane. Just hours ago, Reed was the one with all the power, tossing spells around like they were candy. Beating up all of us like it was nothing. Now? Elena was practically glowing, a whirlwind of raw magic that Reed couldn't even touch.Then I saw him. Jax.He was standing at the edge of the clearing, his face a mask of worry. He was supposed to take Elena back to the pack safely and not bring her back to the very place I asked her not to be in. Now, he was here."Jax!" I croaked, my voice rough and thick. He turned, his eyes landing on me. “What the hell is going on? What happened to Elena? Where did she get all tha
Jax's POV"Now," Oliver snapped, cutting me off. "I don't care if you're a member of the Blue Moon pack or not, Jax. My sister needs help. Get her to the pack house immediately and this time, try not to return with her even if she insists."He didn’t need to tell me again what to do. His command showed that he truly cared about his sister even after everything.The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils. Not just any blood, but Chloe's. A low growl rumbled in my chest, a primal protectiveness surging through me. Carefully, gently, I scooped her up and steadied her on my arms. Her body was limp, but her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck, her head finding a resting place against my chest. Each shallow breath she took sent a jolt of fear through me. I hope she was fine.Chloe. Beautiful, fierce Chloe. Even now, covered in grime and blood, she was breathtaking. I risked a glance, admiring the curve of her jaw, the way her blonde hair fell across her face. She acted like she di
Third person pov Reed’s eyes burned with a mixture of fear and resentment. The hate that burned his heart brought him to the realization that this was a lost battle.. His limbs were mangled and he was in so much pain than he could ever realize. He knew Elena had power now, a power strong enough to end him. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and he could practically feel magic radiating from her. He had to act, and act fast. He couldn't let her destroy everything he had built.He couldn’t afford to lose it all.His mind raced, settling on a desperate plan. He began chanting, his voice a low, guttural growl. The words were ancient, dark, and flowed from him like venom. It was a death spell, a last resort he had hoped never to use. But it wasn’t aimed at Elena. Not directly.Oliver and Lucas, still recovering from the earlier fight, stood nearby, their bodies bruised and battered. They were unaware of the danger about to descend upon them. Reed, in his twisted logic, decided that
Beauty’s povSince Elena was safe now, I decided to take Sam and Nate's lunch to them myself. It has been a while since I’ve seen them. Ever since Daniel and I had been trying to organize the pack while the disease was still spreading.I got closer to the safe house and saw Sam and Nate walking back hand in hand."Where have you two been?" I asked, a hint of concern in my voice. Then, I saw the remnants of the buns on Nate's face and a smile touched my lips. "Ah, you got some buns. Good for you."But Sam didn't smile. "Beauty," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I saw Jax. He was at the market."My smile vanished. The pieces fell into place. Jax, who had been conveniently present when Elena was rescued. Jax, who had taken care of Chloe and seemed so attached to her. Jax, who had surprisingly gained Oliver’s trust somehow . It all made terrifying sense.Jax, the man who had kidnapped her sister and threatened her, forcing her to betray Elena in the past, was here. He was in their
Third person povThe safe house was a bubble of innocence amidst the chaos that had gripped and settled in the Full Moon pack. Inside, Sam and Nate lived a simple life, their days filled with games and the comforting rhythm of shared meals. Beauty usually brought their food, but lately, a pack helper had taken over. It made the children question where Beauty was and what was going on.Sam found herself responsible for young Nate, Lucas’s baby brother. Nate, a ball of energy with a contagious giggle, clung to her like a glue. Sam, in turn, felt fiercely protective of the boy.She didn’t let any of the guards talk to him or touch him because of his brother’s influence. Nate was also shy so he found solace in Sam’s protection.One of Sam's favorite pastimes was telling Nate stories. She'd weave tales of fantastical creatures and daring adventures, but lately, her stories had centered on a particular treat: the hot buns sold at the village market. She described their steamy warmth, the sw
Elena’s povLucas was right beside me. "You can't change the past, Elena," he said softly. "What happened to your parents was a tragedy, but it wasn't your fault. They loved you, and they would want you to live your life, to be happy.""But how can I be happy knowing that I was the reason they died?" I asked, my voice muffled against Oliver’s shoulder.“You honor them," Oliver said, his voice firm. He took my other hand, holding it tightly. "You use your powers to protect the people you care about. You fight for what's right. That's what they would want you to do."I looked at them, their faces filled with love and support, and a flicker of hope sparked within me. Maybe they were right. Maybe I couldn't change the past, but I could choose how to live in the present. I could honor my parents by using my powers to make the world a better place.The guilt would always be there, a shadow lurking in the corners of my mind, but I wouldn't let it consume me. I wouldn't let it paralyze me. I
Elena’s povI lay back down on the bed with a loud sigh, the mattress groaning in protest. Finally, I'd finally managed to convince Oliver and Lucas to go get themselves properly checked out by a healer. They were both stubborn as ever, more concerned with my well-being than their own bumps and bruises. Honestly, seeing them so frantic just made me feel worse. Guilt, that familiar monster, clawed at my insides.Looking around the room, a wave of relief washed over me. Lucas, Oliver, even Chloe, were all going to be okay. I felt so bad for putting them all in danger.My mind drifted back to the battle, to the moment before everything went sideways. Before Reed nearly erased them all from existence. Before… I closed my eyes, trying to block out the images, but they surged forward relentlessly.(FLASHBACK)Jax and I arrived at the edge of the clearing, the air thick with the smell of ozone and burnt earth. The sounds of the fight, the snarls of werewolves and the crackle of Reed's magic,
Elena’s povThe gasp ripped through me, a raw sound that tore me away from whatever darkness had been clinging to me. I bolted upright in the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal. The remnants of a disturbing trance clung to the edges of my mind, the thought of which I didn’t want to remind myself of.Oliver was beside me in an instant, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. "Elena! You're awake!" His voice was thick with relief. I burrowed into him, needing the solidity of his presence, the reassurance that I was back in reality, back to life.My gaze flickered around the room. Lucas stood by the bedside, his face etched with the same relief as Oliver's, though marred by a grimace of pain. Even from here, I could see the angry purple bruises blooming on his skin, remnants of a recent battle. I frowned. "Lucas? Oliver? Why are you still like this? Why haven't you been treated?"Oliver tightened his hold. "We were more focused on bringing you back, E
Third person povEdgar carefully tilted Elena's head back. His movements were precise, honed by years of experience. He gently pried her mouth open, the action delicate despite the urgency that permeated the room. A shimmering, transparent liquid flowed from the cup into her unresisting throat. The resurrection potion, a concoction of rare herbs and forgotten magic, was their last hope.He straightened, a weariness etched on his face. He turned to Oliver and Lucas, their faces pale with grief and worry. "I have done all I can," he said, his voice raspy. "The potion is powerful, but it is Elena who must fight now. She must choose to return." He offered a small, sad smile. "I will leave you with her."The healer shuffled out of the room, leaving Oliver and Lucas to their wait. The weight of the moment settled heavily upon them. The perspective shifted, the darkness giving way to a strange, ethereal light.Elena found herself standing in a vast, open space. To her left stood a group of e
Oliver’s povThe scent of blood and herbs hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of my unconscious mate beside me. My stomach churned. Elena lay still on our bed, her usually vibrant face pale and marred with cuts. Another healer, a young woman from our pack, dabbed at a gash on Elena’s arm. But it was no use. Elena was still unresponsive. Unconscious. My heart hammered against my ribs.I had been sitting vigil by her side for what felt like an eternity, whispering reassurances I tried to believe in myself. Every so often, I reached out to brush a strand of dark hair from her face, my fingers trembling.The door creaked open, and I shot up, my muscles tensing. Lucas stood there, his face etched with exhaustion but his eyes holding a flicker of hope.“Lucas! Did you find anything?” I demanded, my voice hoarse.He nodded, stepping inside. “I think… I think I found something. In the old woman’s cabin. It was still… vacant.”“What? What did you find?” The healer glanced up, her brow fu
Lucas’s povI gripped the worn leather of the book tighter as I hurried across the training grounds. The Full Moon pack house loomed in the distance, a welcome sight after my run through the dense woods. My heart pounded, a mixture of hope and anxiety churning in my gut. This book, this fragile collection of ancient knowledge I’d found in the old woman’s cabin, could be the key to everything.I passed the bustling pack house and headed straight for the medical center, a small building on the edge of the village. The air inside smelled of herbs and antiseptic, a stark contrast to the earthy scent of the forest. I found Edgar, our oldest and most respected healer, hunched over a mortar and pestle, grinding something that smells vaguely of lavender.“Edgar,” I said, my voice rough from disuse.He looked up, his wrinkled face crinkling into a smile. “Lucas. You need treatment. I should get my assistant.”“It’s not important. I need you to look at something.” I said instead.“And what’s th
Jax’s povThe air in Chloe’s room hung thick with the scent of herbs and worry. I sat on the edge of her bed, my wolf restless beneath my skin. The healer, an older woman with knowing eyes, was just finishing wrapping the last of the bandages around Chloe’s arm. Crimson had seeped through the linen earlier, a testament to how hurt Chloe had been and he couldn’t even protect her“She’ll be alright, you know,” the healer said, her voice low and soothing. “She’s a strong girl. Always has been. She'll wake up soon.” She gathered her things, giving me a knowing look. “Best not to overwhelm her when she does.”Then she was gone, and it was just me and Chloe.I leaned closer, my hand hovering over her scarred skin. Even asleep, the tension lines were etched into her face. My heart clenched. These scars were my fault, in a way. Not directly inflicted by me, but I could’ve insisted on fighting alongside her. I could’ve insisted on staying with her.My loyalty lay with her. Not even my pack but