Alison’s POV The morning sun streamed through my window, casting a golden glow across the room. It felt deceptive, too peaceful for the storm brewing within me. As I shoved a few water bottles and protein bars into my backpack, Simone paced behind me, her anxiety palpable. “Are you sure about this, Alison?” she asked, her voice hushed but urgent. “Your father was pretty clear.” I zipped up the bag with more force than necessary, the sound breaking the heavy silence. “Clear or not, we’re going. Xander’s running out of time, and I won’t sit here while there’s still hope.” Simone didn’t argue. She knew better than to try. Instead, she grabbed her own bag and nodded. “Let’s get this over with.” We slipped out of my room and down the hallway, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet grounding me for a moment. As we reached the front door, I allowed myself a brief flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we’d make it out without any more obstacles. But fate, as us
Alison’s POV“What do you mean by ‘take me back’?” I asked again this time with furySlowly, he exhaled, sinking back into his chair as though the weight of his own secrets had finally crushed him.I watched him clap his hands over his head, his fingers threading through his hair, and I realized with a jolt that he looked… defeated. My father, the unshakable Alpha of the Crimson Pack, was utterly lost. But I wasn’t about to let his silence fill the room like a suffocating fog.“Are you going to say something,” I snapped, my voice rising, “or do I have to go seek answers for myself on this too?”His head jerked up, his eyes meeting mine. They were no longer cold and unyielding but filled with something I hadn’t seen in a while, guilt.“Alison…” he began, his voice raw, as if the words were being torn from him. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”I folded my arms, anger boiling beneath my skin. “Well, too late for that. Spill it, Father. What aren’t you telling me?”
Alison’s POV"So this is it," I whispered to myself as the pieces clicked into place. My powers, my inability to transform, the whispers of destiny that had always haunted me, it all made sense now.I wasn’t just another wolf. I was something… other. Something created to fulfill a purpose I didn’t choose, a sacrifice waiting to be claimed.The weight of realization pressed down on me, suffocating yet igniting a fire in my chest. I paced my room, my mind spinning like a tornado, tearing through everything I thought I knew.This curse, the one that had plagued our kind existed because the coven wanted me back. And now, if I didn’t go, it wouldn’t just destroy me. It would destroy everyone.Xander’s face flashed in my mind. His agonizing struggles, the pain etched into his every movement, the way his life seemed to drain more every day. If I stayed, I’d be choosing myself over him, over my people. I’d be dooming them all.But could I do it? Could I walk into the Valley of Skulls k
Xander’s POVIt started as a haze, a swirl of colors blending into a landscape I didn’t recognize. But then it sharpened, clear as day, into a scene so vivid it could’ve been real. I stood on the edge of a vast cliff, my heart pounding as I watched Alison locked in battle with an old woman.The woman’s wrists glowed with an unnatural light, pulsating with power that made the air crackle around her. Alison, fierce and unrelenting, fought back with everything she had. Her movements were swift, her determination etched into every line of her face. But no matter how hard she tried alongside the strength of her wolf, it felt like the woman was toying with her, holding back just enough to show her dominance.I screamed her name, my voice hoarse with desperation. “Alison! Get out of there!”But my feet were rooted to the ground. I couldn’t move, couldn’t help her. All I could do was watch in helpless agony as the battle raged on.“You cannot escape your destiny,” the old woman’s voice
Alison's POVThe car came to a halt with a jarring lurch, shaking me out of my thoughts. The driver’s voice broke the heavy silence. “Here we are, Luna.”I stared out the window at the desolate expanse before us. The Valley of Skulls. Its name alone sent shivers down my spine, and now, seeing it in person, it felt even worse. The place was barren, lifeless, as though even the wind had abandoned it.Simone and I stepped out of the car, the crunch of gravel beneath our boots the only sound. The driver stayed put, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel. I turned to him, my voice steady despite the rising dread in my chest. “Wait here. We’ll be back.”He nodded but didn’t look me in the eye. His tension only added to the weight pressing down on me.“Where do we even begin?” I muttered, turning to Simone as she rummaged through her bag.She pulled out a worn map, its edges frayed from use. After studying it for a moment, she pointed toward a narrow, overgrown path. “Th
Alison's POV“Who are you?” My voice wavered despite my best effort to sound confident. The fear gripping my heart was like a vice, squeezing tighter with every passing second. I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to hold my ground.The woman standing before me, her dark eyes sharp and unrelenting, finally spoke. “I am Hayley,” she said, her voice calm yet laced with authority. “And this is Maliya.” She gestured to the woman behind us, who seemed even more formidable, her piercing gaze cutting through me like a blade.Maliya took a step closer, and the air around her felt heavy, suffocating. “We are the guardians of the cave,” she said, her tone icy. “The enchantment that kept you wandering in circles? That was our doing. Now, who are you, and why are you here?”Simone shifted beside me, her expression resolute despite the tension crackling in the air. She stepped forward and spoke firmly, “I am Simone, guardian of the Crimson Pack.”The two women exchanged a glance,
Alison's POV“I hope you understand now why you don’t belong here,” Hayley’s sharp voice sliced through the haze of despair that clouded my mind as she turned to Simone. “That witch you saw? Alora. She’s your fourth-generation ancestor, the one who betrayed our kind. Her blood runs in your veins.”My breath caught, and the weight of her words settled on me like a leaden shroud. Alora was Simon’s ancestor? A traitor? Could this be true?Hayley continued, her tone unrelenting, “Because of her, you’re not allowed a step closer to the coven’s cave. If you do, you will die.”The bluntness of her words knocked the air out of my lungs. Die? My pulse quickened, and I instinctively took a step forward shielding Simone. My voice came out hoarse and uncertain, “Why? Why would she die for the sins of an ancestor?”Before she could answer, Maliya interjected, her voice softer but no less firm. “As for you, Alison, Mother Eliza has been expecting you. Follow us.”I glanced at Simone, my ches
Alison's POVThe tires crunched against the gravel as we drove out of the Valley of Skulls, the dark landscape shrinking into the rearview mirror. The silence between Simone and me was heavy, like the weight of an unspoken confession. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, knuckles turning white.I exhaled sharply, breaking the quiet. “I can’t get her words out of my head.”Simone shifted in her seat, her brows knitting together. “Mother Eliza?” she asked, her voice soft yet wary, like she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.“Yeah,” I muttered. “She said you’d know where to find the white sage. That’s supposed to be the first step. But how the hell are we supposed to find something we haven't seen before?”Simone frowned, staring out the window like the answer might be written in the endless stretch of trees. “I’ve read about the white sage,” she said after a pause, her voice tinged with doubt. “But it hasn’t existed for decades, maybe centuries. How does
Xander’s POVThe letter burned in my hands…figuratively, but the weight of it felt heavy enough to leave scorch marks. Kendrick’s insignia glared up at me like a personal challenge, the sharp, black ink practically taunting me to make the first move.“No.”The word cut through the thick silence in the room. Alison stood near the window, sunlight painting golden streaks across her dark hair, but even the soft morning glow couldn’t soften the sharp edge in her eyes.“Xander…” she started, her voice calm but laced with determination.“I said no.” I crumpled the letter in my fist, jaw tight, the rage bubbling just beneath my skin. “It’s a damn trap, Alison. You know it, I know it… hell, Simone knows it.”Simone didn’t argue any further. She sat cross-legged on the armrest of the couch, but her gaze flicked between us, calculating.Alison pushed off the windowsill and stepped toward me, her bare feet nearly silent against the hardwood floor. “It’s not a trap. He wouldn’t have sent a letter
Alison’s POVThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, wrapping the room in a golden haze. I stirred, warmth still lingering in my chest from the night before. My body ached in the best possible way… a sweet, heavy soreness that made me want to stay tangled in these sheets forever.I shifted slightly, my bare skin brushing against his, and I smiled. Xander’s arm was draped lazily over my waist, his breathing deep and even, his chest rising and falling against my back. I tried to ease away, careful not to wake him, but his grip tightened like steel.“Where do you think you’re sneaking off to?” His voice was husky, low, that perfect mix of groggy and dangerous.I laughed softly, feeling the vibrations of his words against my spine. “I wasn’t sneaking. I was just… ”“Don’t lie to me my love,” he cut in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You were absolutely sneaking.”I tilted my head back, still caught in his hold. “Maybe I was. But someone has to be productive ar
Alison’s POVThe cold night air bit into my skin as I stepped outside, the faint scent of pine lingering in the breeze. Each step felt heavier than the last, my body still drained, my muscles aching from the transformation. But none of that compared to the hollow ache in my chest.Xander stood a few feet away, his broad shoulders tense, the moonlight painting silver streaks across his dark hair. He didn’t move. Didn’t turn. Just stood there, staring at the sky as though it held all the answers he couldn’t find.I wanted to say something…anything but the words twisted in my throat.“Xander,” I finally managed, my voice soft and strained.No response.My heart thudded painfully. I took another shaky step forward, my bare feet brushing over the cool grass, and before I could overthink it, I slipped my arms around his waist from behind. His body stiffened under my touch, hard lines of tension locking into place.I laid my cheek against his back, my pulse thudding in my ears.“I’m sorry, m
Xander’s POV"You really think you can just… what? Nearly die and then brush it off like it’s nothing?"The words tear out of me before I can stop them, bouncing off the walls with more force than I intended. I don’t care.Alison’s lying in bed, her skin pale against the dark sheets, shadows clinging beneath her eyes. She looks fragile… too fragile. But even now, with barely enough strength to sit up, she’s staring at me like I’m the one being unreasonable.“Xander, please…” Her voice is soft, strained, but it still digs under my skin.I can’t sit. I can’t even stand still.Instead, I pace the room, each step heavy, the frustration clawing at me like wildfire. My hands are fists at my sides, knuckles white, the air thick with everything I want to say but can’t figure out how to.“Don’t please me, Alison,” I snap, stopping short of the bed. My heart’s racing too fast, chest tight like it’s about to crack open. “You almost died. Do you get that? Do you even realize what the hell you did
Alison’s POV "Don’t move, sweetheart! Just… just breathe." My mom’s voice cut through the heavy fog in my mind, soft but laced with panic. My eyelids fluttered open, and a sharp ache shot through my skull as the room’s dim light hit me. Every inch of my body felt heavy, like I’d been run over, twice. Then the flashbacks slammed into me with full force. The shift. The raw power tearing through my body. Bones snapping and reforming. Silver light. Kendrick’s face twisted in a sneer. The blood. The pain. A groan clawed its way out of my throat as I clutched my head. A wave of pain bloomed behind my eyes. “Maureen!” my mom cried out, her hands catching mine, pulling them gently away from my head. “Don’t move, baby. You’re safe now.” Her face swam into focus, she looked teary, worried, her features creased in panic. My mother. Standing right there. “Mom?” I rasped. My voice felt like it had been dragged across broken glass. “Oh, thank the goddess,” she whispered, cupping my cheek.
Xander’s POVThe acrid scent of blood and burning wood filled the air, a grim reminder of the battle we had just survived. The Ancient Rogue City lay behind us, its silence far more unsettling than the chaos that had erupted just moments ago. The weight of what had happened pressed against my chest, but there was no time to reflect. We had to leave now.Simone stepped forward, her hands glowing faintly as she conjured a shimmering veil of energy around us. “This should keep us hidden long enough to escape the rogue warriors hunting us down,” she murmured, her voice laced with exhaustion. Sweat clung to her brow, but she pushed forward without complaint.Alison, however, was another story. She was barely standing, her body trembling from the aftermath of her first shift. Her silver-white fur shimmered under the moonlight, a sight both mesmerizing and concerning. She had unlocked something ancient, something powerful but right now, she was weak, her strength flickering like a dying
Alison’s POV The world around me exploded in a flash of silver-white light, my senses sharpening to a degree I’d never experienced before. The smell of blood, sweat, and earth filled the air like a tidal wave crashing over me. The ground beneath my paws felt alive, pulsing with energy, every vibration humming through my body. My bones ached as they shifted, but the pain was nothing compared to the power that surged through me. I could feel everything. The weight of the air. The pressure in my lungs. The pulse of the earth beneath me. Every footstep, every breath of Kendrick, every heartbeat in the room, it was like the world had slowed, and I was the center of it all. "Impossible…" Kendrick's voice echoed around the room, laced with disbelief and anger. I didn’t need to look at him to feel the fury radiating from his every cell. He was terrified. But so was I, though I couldn’t fully comprehend why. The connection to Xander flared again.. warmth, light, his energy coursing thr
Xander’s POV"Don’t you dare fucking touch her!" I bellowed, my heart hammering against my chest as I tore through the throng of Kendrick’s warriors. Every step I took felt like a war between my body and my soul. Their stench, sweat, blood, and rogue filth clung to the air, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered but her.Simone moved beside me, her magic flashing like brilliant streaks of light, incapacitating rogues as we cut a path toward Alison. "I’m holding them off, but we’re running out of time!" she shouted, her eyes flicking toward the throne where Kendrick stood, watching with an evil grin curling on his lips.The scent of her, Alison grew stronger as we moved closer, but it was marred with fear, agony. And something darker. I could feel it, feel her slipping away from me, piece by piece. My chest tightened, the bond between us stretching thinner with each agonizing step.No. No, no, no.I shoved through another rogue who dared to block my way, ignoring the sting of
Alison’s POVThe cold stone beneath my bare feet sent a shiver up my spine as I was dragged through the dimly lit corridors. My wrists ached from the tight grip of Kendrick’s men, their fingers like iron clamps around my skin. No matter how hard I struggled, how much I kicked and twisted, they didn’t loosen their hold."Let go of me, you bastards!" I hissed, my voice raw with defiance.One of them yanked me forward, making me stumble. "Save your energy, girl," he sneered. "You’ll need it for what’s coming."A sharp burst of fear tightened around my chest, but I refused to let it show. I lifted my chin, forcing steel into my voice. "If you think I’m going down without a fight, you don’t know me at all."The rogue to my left let out a low chuckle. "That’s what they all say before they break."They shoved me forward through a set of massive double doors, and my breath hitched as the throne room came into view.It was nothing like Xander’s grand hall, this was a place of nightmare