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
Alison's POV I practically fell into my bed the moment I walked into my room, the soft mattress enveloping me like an overdue hug. It had been two grueling days away from this sanctuary, and my body ached for rest. For a fleeting moment, I let my eyes flutter shut, breathing in the faint lavender scent clinging to my sheets. But rest wasn’t an option, was it? I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling as Mother Eliza’s words echoed in my mind. “Are you willing to embrace your destiny?” How could I abandon my mission when everything, everyone, depended on me seeing this through? Sighing, I sat up and tossed my phone onto the nightstand. Maybe a cold bath would clear my head. Just a moment of peace, that’s all I needed. I padded to the bathroom, letting the cool water run over my hands before splashing my face. The icy sting was grounding, a stark reminder of the reality I couldn’t escape. And then my phone rang. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. A part of me hoped it was Simo
Alison's POVThe first light of dawn spilled into my room, pale and hesitant, as though even the sun wasn’t entirely sure about starting this day. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my half-packed bag, my thoughts as jumbled as its contents. My fingers hovered over the strap, but instead of securing it, I found myself gripping it tightly, the weight of everything settling over me like a suffocating fog.“Alison, are you ready?” Simone’s voice broke through the stillness, distant but grounding.“Almost,” I called back, though I hadn’t moved an inch.Simone had been up for hours, poring over her book of spells, her face illuminated by flickering candlelight in a way that made her look otherworldly. She was focused, determined. Meanwhile, I was stuck in my head, haunted by one name, Kendrick.I swallowed hard, my stomach churning as the thought of him gnawed at my mind. What role could he possibly play in this fight? He was part of my past, a painful one. What if finding him t
Alison's POVA sharp tap on my shoulder startled me awake. My eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the car window. Simone’s face loomed above mine, her expression weary but steady. “We’re here,” she said softly, her voice tinged with something I couldn’t quite place, maybe excitement or nervousnessI straightened in my seat, trying to shake off the grogginess. My head throbbed faintly from lack of sleep, a reminder of the restless night before. Anxiety had gripped me so tightly that sleep had felt impossible. Now, staring out at the bustling scene before me, I wasn’t sure if staying awake all night had been such a bad idea.The city was alive with movement. People, werewolves, I reminded myself, milled about, their conversations blending into a chaotic hum. Children darted between stalls while adults bartered with merchants, the scent of spices and leather heavy in the air. It felt… surreal, like stepping into a world I had no place in.“Which territory
Alison's POVThe first thing I noticed was the smudge. A greasy smear of something foul pressed against the window, just inches from my face. And then I saw him, a man, if you could even call him that. His face was gaunt, caked in dirt, with a wild look in his bloodshot eyes. His lips twisted into a sick grin, revealing jagged, broken teeth, and I couldn’t stop the scream that tore from my throat as I jerked back in my seat.Simone flinched beside me, her book of spells slipping from her lap and hitting the floor with a thud. The man didn’t react to my scream, only pressed his face closer to the glass, his breath fogging the window.“What the hell is he doing?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.The man raised a hand, his fingers claw-like, and made a beckoning gesture. He wanted us to get out.“No,” the driver said sharply, his hands gripping the steering wheel as if it could somehow shield him from the chaos outside. “Don’t get out. Stay in the
Alison's POVSitting in what could only be described as a rogue’s version of a castle, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t real. The grand stone walls, lined with banners in faded colors, loomed over us. The room had an oppressive air, cold and hollow despite the flickering torches casting shadows on the walls. How in the world had Kendrick… Kendrick of all people become the King of the Rogues?My mind raced, flashing back to a time when Kendrick was the Alpha of Silver Moon Pack. He had made me feel little of myself, rejected me and crushed my feelings, he only desired me when Xander came along. The version of him I knew seemed to have doubled, replaced by the man who now owned so much darkness in such dangerous city. The thought made my stomach churn.Simone sat beside me, silent but tense, her gaze darting around the room like she expected a trap to spring at any moment. My own nerves were stretched taut, but I tried to mask it with forced calmness.“Stay calm, Aliso
Alison's POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine through the open window. I lay still, cocooned in the warmth of Xander’s arms, my body aching in the most satisfying way. Last night, he had loved me with a desperation that spoke of his fears, his need to reassure himself that I was still here, still his. He had traced his mark on my neck with his lips, whispering promises of forever even as we lost ourselves in the fire that always burned between us.But now, reality has come crashing back.I turned slightly in his embrace, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. For a moment, I let myself imagine a different life, one where we weren’t constantly fighting, where we could wake up tangled in each other every morning without the weight of war on our shoulders. But I knew better than to entertain such fantasies. Our reality was far from peaceful. And today, we were walking straight into the heart of darkness.Xander stirred, pressing his lips to my
Alison's POVThe room was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the curtains. For the first time in weeks, I had no training, no battle to prepare for, no prophecy to decipher. It was just me and Xander, tangled in the sheets, cocooned in the warmth of each other’s embrace. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, his breath a steady rhythm against my neck.“I can’t wait for this to be over,” Xander murmured against my skin, his voice husky with sleep. “So we can finally have our lives back.”I turned in his arms, trailing my fingers over his jawline. “I miss you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I miss your scent. Your touch. Your kisses.”A deep growl rumbled in his chest, his dark eyes blazing as he pulled me flush against him. “Then let me remind you.”His lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, igniting a fire deep within me. The kiss was rough, desperate, an unspoken promise of what was to come. His hands roamed my body, fingers
Xander's POVThe training grounds came clearly into view as I stood by the edge of the gates. I watched Alison move with an eerie grace, her body a blur as she dodged and countered, each motion precise, calculated. But I knew she was pushing herself too hard. The Alison I had brought to Night Fang was calm, quiet and could barely defend herself. Not to sound horrible but I love that she could stand for herself but this burden? It was too much on her and my heart bled looking at her pushing herself beyond limits. Then I saw her lose grip and stumble back. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay still. My wolf raged within me, demanding that I intervene, that I catch her before she hit the ground again. It felt the pain I felt at the sight before meWhen she hit the ground I growled inwardly. The impact sent a tremor through the earth, but Alison was up before the dust settled, her breathing ragged yet determined. She was relentless. The prophecy had made sure of that. The fate o
Alison’s POV"We can't afford to waste time," Simone’s voice crackled through the conference call. "The Blood Moon is coming, and if the prophecy is true, we're already running out of time."I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to suppress the tension building in my chest. "I know," I admitted. "But we can’t go in blind. There has to be a way to stop the witch before she gains full power."Xander sat beside me, his arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on the laptop screen where Simone’s worried face stared back at us. His presence was a grounding force, but even he couldn’t deny the heavy uncertainty hanging over us.Simone exhaled deeply. "I've been digging through every ancient text I could find. If she’s trying to sever mate bonds permanently, then she needs a ritual of unprecedented power, something connected to the Blood Moon itself."I felt a chill run down my spine. "You think she plans to tap into the Moon Goddess’s energy?"Simone nodded gravely. "It's the only thing strong
Simone’s POVA shiver traced down my spine before I even opened my eyes.Something was wrong. I felt an unwanted presence.The air felt thick, heavy with something unseen, something ancient. My heart pounded as I forced myself to sit up, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I wasn’t in my room anymore. I wasn’t anywhere real.The world around me was shifting violently.. black mist rolling like storm clouds, the sky bleeding into deep, unnatural shades of red. The ground beneath me cracked, jagged like something had torn through it.Then, I saw her.The same cloaked figure Alison had described to me few days ago, standing beneath the looming Blood Moon.The witch lifted her arms, her voice ringing out in a chant that I couldn’t understand, but somehow, felt in my bones. It was dark magic, something twisted and unnatural, seeping into the air like poison.I tried to move. Tried to speak. But my body refused to obey.And then the pain hit the Wolves lurking around under the red moo
Alison’s POVThe dream started like a whisper, a fleeting sensation of something pulling me into a realm between sleep and wakefulness.Then, the darkness gave way to a vision.Mother Eliza stood in her glory before me, her aged figure framed by an eerie silver glow. The old witch had always been mighty to behold… FoFor now she was ither an enemy nor an ally, just a powerful figure that had a hand in my existence in the shadows of fate. But tonight, there was something different in her stance, when I had seen her in her abode she looked calm, calculated and without a fear. But now she looked… in a hurry, like what she had to say was something urgent yet hot to voice out.Her deep-sitted eyes locked onto mine, and when she spoke, her voice was like wind rustling through dead leaves."Alison! This fight isn’t over! You are resting while she plots more evil.!"I felt my stomach drop."The balance between wolves and witches is at stake."The words wrapped around me, suffocating, their wei
Xander’s POVThe first thing I noticed when we stepped back into Crimson Pack territory was the air.It was different. Lighter. Cleaner. Gone was the heavy, suffocating pressure that had lingered like a noose around this place. The sickness, the darkness, the rot.. it was gone.The second thing I noticed was the people.Wolves rushed from their homes, from the infirmaries where they had been bedridden, from the training grounds where they had once been too weak to fight. Their faces, drawn and gaunt from weeks of suffering, now glowed with something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Hope.A murmur rippled through the crowd, then a roar."It’s over!""The curse is broken!""We’re free!"The entire pack erupted. Some fell to their knees in exhausted relief. Others clung to their loved ones, sobbing openly. Warriors lifted their heads to the sky and howled—a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the land.Alison’s fingers tightened around mine, her nails digging into my palm. I turned to
Alison’s POV The ruins of SilverMoon were eerily silent, except for the ragged breaths of the three of us as we staggered toward Kendrick’s crumpled form. The air was thick with the scent of blood, dust, and death. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed past the shock, my legs carrying me forward on instinct alone. Kendrick lay there, his body broken, his breathing shallow. But his eyes… those piercing green eyes… still held life. Just barely. “No, no, no,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I dropped to my knees beside him. Simone knelt next to me, her hands trembling. Xander, breathless and still staggering from the fight, crouched beside Kendrick, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might snap. Kendrick’s lips curved into a weak smile. “We did it,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. Tears burned in my eyes. “Don’t do this, Kendrick. You’re going to be fine. We… we can find you a good healer in Xander's pack. There has to be someone who can help.” My voice was franti
Alison’s POVPain. It was sharp, searing, and all-consuming.I barely registered the sound of my own scream as my wolf form collapsed onto the cold, hard ground, my leg pulsing with agony from where Priya’s blade had torn into me. My body trembled violently, the silver of my fur now stained with crimson.“Alison!” Xander’s desperate voice echoed through the ruins, panic laced in every syllable.I forced myself to lift my head, but my vision blurred. Through the haze of pain, I saw Priya, her twisted smile sending a chill down my spine.She wasn’t done.Her lips moved swiftly, chanting, her voice dripping with venom as she sent a surge of dark magic toward me.A force so powerful rushed at me that my breath hitched, this was meant to end me.But before it could, Simone stepped forward.“No, you don’t!” she hissed, raising her hands.A surge of bright light erupted from her fingertips, colliding with Priya’s dark spell mid-air. The impact sent a wave of force rippling through the ruins,