AVA'S POVI saw a raging war coming, so deadly, and violent, that I could feel its ravaging effect. The entire atmosphere was captured, and captivated, the air reeked of disaster. I stood still as though glued to the ground, with no clue about what to do. Torn in-between thoughts, I found myself in a state of dilemma. "Should I go after them, or stay back?", I muttered to myself with so much confusion. "This war is between the Night Moon Pack, and the Last Growl Pack. These two are incredibly powerful. A combat between them can burn down this entire territory". "It will cause ruins, and havoc...what do I do now?", I helplessly said to myself, in an inaudible voice, hoping to get a perfect answer.The more I pondered, the more bloody, and destructive the battle became. It grew more intense, and hot, as if more petrol were being added to the burning fire. I felt like quenching the kindled fire, but how?. "Can I really do that? Do I have what it takes? I want to help out my Last Gro
TREYTON'S POVIn the fiery heat of the combat between my Pack, and the Night Moon Pack, my Pack members suffered injuries. Some had a cut on their arms, thighs, and bloody bruises on their faces. They wailed with swollen red countenance.It is true that I don't share the same body with them, but I deeply experienced their distress. I was also at the battlefield. I encountered great pain, and losses. I fought with all I had left within me. Yes! I stretched my heart, arms, legs, eyes, mind, and emotions.I engaged my fighting skills to the core. I almost became a pitiful victim of the battle as one of Night Moon Pack members made an attempt to smother me with his merciless dagger. I fought tooth and nail, life and death, earnestly desiring to be safe, but then I saw my Pack members collapsing from the right, others from the left. At the sight of this, my heart shredded to pieces. With my own eyes, I beheld the loss of my dear ones.We lost Kairo. This left a peppery pain in my chest.
Lorcan’s POVThe moon was high up in the sky and my pack was wrestling with all their power. However, they were decimated by the more experienced fighters on Ava’s side. As the battle raged on, anger coursed through my bones like lightning. I watched my father’s disappointed look and it made me sad. The pack of werewolves from Ava army were not giving up, even the female wolfs bit and tore many of my soldiers apart. I tried many times to get to Ava but I couldn’t. The wolf twins, Rafferty and his brother Treyton, were ferocious in their fighting. I couldn’t go close for fear that they would do to me what they had just done to my most ferocious fighter. Then, I had an opportunity. Ava was standing alone. She had just cut off the head of one of my wolves and was trying to catch her breath. I decide to do the killing from afar. I took a poisoned arrow from my quiver and positioned it on the bow. Dragging it for a few seconds, I released and watched as it flew. My anticipation rose w
Treyton's POVWhen Ava's eyes fluttered closed, and she went unconscious, I was consumed by worry. I rushed to her side, my heart racing with anxiety, and carefully lifted her into my arms. I carried her into the pack house, calling out for the healer as I went. Before the healer could even arrive.I noticed something astonishing, Ava had already healed herself, despite still being unconscious. The wounds were stitching together ad getting closed. The healer examined her and reassured us that Ava was simply drained from using too much power and activating a new, unfamiliar ability. The healer calmed our fears, explaining that with time, she would recover.But as the days passed, and Ava's unconsciousness persisted for three long days, my concern grew. I called upon the healer once more, seeking guidance. This time, the healer advised me to seek out a seer, who could offer insight into Ava's condition. The healer suspected that Ava was trapped in an unknown realm, and only a seer co
Treyton's POVAs I watched Ava, Silver, and the nascence halves depart on their unfaithful trip to the Witch Kingdom, a blend of feelings swirled within me. Concern for Ava's safety counted heavily on my mind, but I knew I had to remain behind to cover our pack. I could not abandon my duties, no matter how important I wanted to be by Ava's side. The sight of their dwindling numbers stirred a profound sense of craving and fear within me, an eating solicitude that refused to be silenced.The Witch Kingdom was no ordinary land; it was a mystical realm of ancient magic, where the unknown lurked around every corner. Legends spoke of its troubles, entranced timbers that could lead trippers amiss, brutes born from dark spells, and magic so old it had a life of its own. I stressed Ava's well- being, but I also trusted her strength and adaptability. She had faced the unconceivable ahead and had surfaced stronger each time.Meanwhile, Ava and her companions pressed on, their determination appar
Ava's POVAva and her companions had brazen numerous trials to reach this moment. The trip to the Witch Kingdom had been long, filled with unfaithful paths and unanticipated challenges. Now, as they stood at the threshold of this mystical realm, a palpable energy of ancient magic enveloped them, both witching and bogarting.The area was unlike any place Ava had ever seen. The air lustered with a faint gleam, and the geography was dotted with structures that sounded to defy the laws of nature. Towers twisted like gyrations into the sky, islands of pure light gauged across gutters, and trees bore fruits that sparkled as if dusted with stardust. The witches, dressed in blankets that shifted colors with their movements, watched the beginners with piercing gapes. Their eyes held a admixture of curiosity and hostility, a clear sign that outlanders were a rare circumstance in this realm.Ava felt a strange, unsettling pull as they ventured deeper into the area. It was as if her very soul was
Ava POVAs I arrived at the witch kingdom, I made my way to the castle, eager to see my mother, Queen Endora. As I stepped into the palace, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my mother's warm smile. However, her expression quickly turned serious, and she began to gesture urgently to me."Ava, my child, I need to warn you," she said, her voice low and urgent. "You must stay away from me, and turn back now while you still can."But I was too slow to understand what was happening. I had been away from the witch kingdom for so long, and I was eager to reconnect with my mother and my heritage. I didn't notice the warning signs, the subtle gestures and hints that my mother was trying to convey."What do you mean, Mother?" I asked, confusion etched on my face. "Why must I stay away from you?"My mother's eyes flashed with frustration and worry. She knew that time was running out, and she had to act quickly to protect me."Ava, please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just tr
Ava's POVThe more I needed that evil woman to be quiet, the more she seemed to enjoy taunting me. Her voice was like a knife, cutting through my sanity, and I could feel my anger rising with each passing moment. But I knew I had to keep calm, to pretend to be submissive, if I wanted to survive.So I bit my tongue, literally, and forced myself to remain silent, even as she continued to mock me. Her words were like poison, dripping with malice and contempt, and I knew she was trying to break me. But I refused to give her the satisfaction.I kept my eyes cast downward, trying to appear meek and obedient, even as my mind raced with plans for escape. I knew I had to wait for the right moment to strike, to find a weakness in her defenses and make my move.But for now, I was trapped, forced to listen to her venomous words and pretend to be cowed. It was a difficult act to maintain, but I knew it was my only hope. So I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the ground, and my heart burning with