Alison's POV The first thing I noticed was the noise. It wasn’t the hum of machinery or the muted sounds of nature outside my window... it was voices. A cacophony of them. They overlapped and twisted together like a symphony gone wrong. Some were angry, others were mournful, and a few were so quiet they seemed to whisper secrets just out of reach. The more I tried to tune them out, the louder they grew, crashing against each other in a storm of unintelligible words and emotions. My body felt heavy as I stirred. I wasn’t fully awake yet, but the voices… they wouldn’t let me slip back into the comforting darkness. “Why did this happen to her?” “I’ll kill anyone who touches her.” “She’ll be fine… won’t she?” Who did these voices belong to? Why did they sound so close yet so far? My heart raced as panic gripped me. My eyelids fluttered, and I forced them open, the brightness of the room blinding me momentarily. I blinked rapidly, and when my vision cleared, I saw them. Xander sat
Alison's POVThe room was quiet, except for the gentle hum of the wind outside. Quiet, but far from calm.I sat cross-legged on the floor, my hands gripping the edges of a woven mat as if holding on to it would somehow anchor me. Simone sat across from me, serene and unbothered, as though my chaos didn’t rattle her in the slightest. Her cane rested beside her, and her unseeing eyes stared past me into the void.“Close your eyes, Ally,” she said, her voice low and steady. “You need to focus on the silence within.”Silence within? It was almost laughable. How could I find silence when a thousand voices still clawed at my sanity? One voice was angry, another mournful, and then there was the constant hum of mundane thoughts that belonged to people I couldn’t even see.“I can’t do this,” I muttered, opening my eyes. My fingers tightened around the mat, and frustration built in my chest like a pressure cooker. “It’s too much. I can’t focus on anything because there’s no silence.”Simone til
Alison's POVThe cool morning air was deceivingly calm, like the deceptive silence before a storm. I stood outside by the car, my fingers tracing the faint edges of the Alpha crest on the vehicle’s door as I waited for my father. My heart was a riot of conflicting emotions, dread, anger, and, strangely enough, a flicker of hope that today would bring closure. The air carried muted whispers of thoughts, scattered like faint echoes in a vast canyon, and I couldn't help but tune in to the mental noise around me. It was second nature now.The guard beside me shuffled uncomfortably. His thoughts were embarrassingly vivid... practically undressing one of the staff members who had just passed by. His internal monologue was a colorful cocktail of infatuation and lust. I couldn't suppress the smirk that spread across my face."You know," I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade, "it’d be less creepy if you just told her how you feel instead of stripping her down in your mind."
Alison's POVThe stench of blood lingered in the crisp evening air, heavy and suffocating. My breaths came in shallow gasps as I leaned against the car, my stomach still churning from what I’d just witnessed. Priya’s mangled, lifeless body was a sight I couldn’t erase, no matter how hard I tried. My fingers trembled as they clutched the edge of the car door, grounding myself against the tidal wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm me again.“Alison?”Xander’s voice snapped me out of my daze. I turned to see him striding toward me, his face lined with concern. His clothes were fresh, a stark contrast to the bloodstained ones he had worn during the fight. Yet, the raw ferocity of his wolf still lingered in his eyes.“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now as he stopped inches away. His gaze searched mine, desperate for an answer.I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I was lying to him or myself. “I’m fine,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.He frowned, not convinced. “Alison, I... ” He
Alison's POV The wind carried a melancholic tune through the castle courtyard, its hum blending with the rustling leaves. I sat on the worn stone bench, fingers tracing the intricate carvings on its edge. The world around me seemed at peace, but my mind was a storm. The hum of the wind was a cruel reminder of how far I had come, and yet how uncertain the path ahead still seemed. I closed my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me. Once, I had been nothing but a lowly slave, discarded and mistreated by the Silver Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Kendrick, had rejected me without hesitation, casting me aside as though I was worth nothing more than dirt beneath his boots. “You’ll never be good enough for anyone” Priya’s venomous voice echoed in my mind, a ghost that refused to be silenced. “Look at you,” Caitlyn had sneered. “You think Xander would keep a common girl like you for long?.” The words felt like daggers, lodged deep within my soul, wounds that even time couldn’t fully
Alison’s POV The walls of the Crimson archive room loomed around me, their towering shelves packed with ancient tomes that seemed to hold the weight of the world. I leaned back in the creaking chair, my fingers brushing over the worn leather of a centuries-old book. My eyes burned from the strain of scanning text that had faded over time. But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Somewhere in these archives, there had to be a solution.. something, anything to stop the looming threat of war. Xander had called again this morning. His voice, usually a balm to my frayed nerves, had only grated against my current mood. "Alison, you're shutting me out," he'd said, the concern in his tone sharp as a dagger. "I'm not," I’d replied curtly. "I'm just... busy." "You’ve been busy for days. Anything you might like to share with me?." I’d sighed, fighting the guilt that tugged at my chest. "I know you care about me, but it's nothing that should worry you, I just have a lot to finish up."
Alison's POVThe silence of the main hall was pretty much deceptive, almost mocking. The weight of my vision still hung heavy in my chest, like a storm cloud waiting to burst. Every step echoed sharply as I approached my father’s study, my resolve strengthening with every beat of my heart.The vision had been vividly clear, too vivid to ignore. I could still hear the voice of the messenger speaking to me, feel the power in the air as it commanded me to find the Crimson Vault. If this vault truly held the key to ending Alpha Cedric’s threats, I had no choice but to pursue it.Still, doubt gnawed at the edges of my determination. Was I chasing shadows? Or was this the very path I was destined to tread?I paused outside the study door, gripping the handle, my knuckles whitening. What if he denies its existence altogether? I swallowed hard, ignoring the tremor in my hand, and pushed the door open.My father looked up from behind his mahogany desk, his piercing eyes narrowing as he saw me
Alison's POVThe air was thick with tension as I paced Simone’s hut, the soft flicker of candlelight casting elongated shadows against the walls. Every creak of the old wooden floor seemed louder than it should have been, each sound feeding my already frayed nerves. Simone sat at the corner table, her milky eyes staring into a void only she could see, her hands delicately tracing the edges of an old, yellowed map.“You’re wearing a hole into the floor,” she finally said, her voice calm but with an edge of amusement.I stopped mid-stride, folding my arms across my chest. “How can you be so calm? The Crimson Vault could be anywhere in this entire territory, and we have no idea where to start.”Simone’s lips curved into a faint smile as she tilted her head in my direction. “Because panicking won’t bring us any closer to finding it. Sit down, Alison. Your restless energy is suffocating.”Reluctantly, I dropped into a chair opposite her, the legs scraping against the wooden floor. Simone r
Alison’s POVAs time passed minute by minute I couldn’t hear anything anymore. Not the ticking of time, not Simone’s footsteps circling endlessly, not even my own heartbeat.All I could hear was silence… and the weight of failure.Xander’s head lay on my lap, his face pale, body limp, chest rising and falling in irregular shudders. His once steady heartbeat now thumped like a fading drum. I gently brushed the hair from his forehead, my hands trembling. How could he have done this for me? For all of us?I bowed over him, a tear splashing onto his cheek. “Please,” I whispered. “You can’t die, not now. Not like this.”I looked up, only to see Simone pacing like a trapped animal. Her eyes were wide, frantic, as she pressed her palms against the invisible barrier again and again, trying to push through. Nothing worked. The ancient spellbook… our only hope was lying just inches beyond the boundary. So close. Yet unreachable.Her voice cracked. “Dammit!” she screamed, slamming her fists agai
Alison's POV"No!"It was all I could scream. Just one word. One desperate, gut-wrenching, soul-tearing scream that tore from the deepest part of me. Because right in front of me, Xander had done the unthinkable. The unimaginable.He had thrown himself in front of the witch’s curse.One second, I was standing there, trying to gather my wits, watching the cursed energy coil around her fingers like smoke from hell and the next, Xander had shoved me back and taken the hit meant for me.The sound that came out of him wasn’t human. His body convulsed violently, jerking like a puppet with its strings slashed. The blast hit him dead in the chest, and he fell with a sickening thud onto the dirt-covered ground.“XANDER!” I screamed, dropping to my knees beside him. My voice cracked from the sheer agony tearing at my insides.His eyes were wide open, but they were... blank. Hollow. Like the spark of him had been pulled from his soul. His body trembled, every inch of it twitching in jerks that m
Xander’s POV“She’s breathing… right? Tell me she’s breathing.”I could barely move, my limbs were trembling, my chest tight with exhaustion and panic, but I didn’t care. I dragged myself forward, forcing every muscle in my body to function as if my very existence depended on it, because it did. Alison lay there, still as death, her chest unmoving, her skin pale, and it felt like my world was being ripped apart right in front of me.“Alison,” I whispered, crawling to her. “Baby… come on, wake up. Please.”Her head was tilted to the side, her lips parted slightly, her face bruised from the force of her fall. My heart cracked open. My voice cracked harder.I didn't even realize I was crying until a tear slid down her cheek… no, my tear… my agony transferred onto her skin.Simone appeared at my side, blood dripping from her nose and the edges of her mouth. She looked just as wrecked as I felt, maybe even more. Her hands trembled as she rummaged through her pack. She pulled out a small gr
Xander’s POV"Alison…?"Her name slips from my lips like a prayer, hoarse and uncertain. My eyelids feel like lead, but the moment I pry them open, the first thing I see is her, her face streaked with tears, her arms trembling as she cradles me like something fragile, something broken.“Xander?” Her voice cracks with so much emotion it guts me. “You’re back. Oh, God, you’re back.”Before I can process a single thought, she throws her arms around me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Her whole body is shaking.What the hell is going on?Last thing I remember, I was lying down.. drained, but safe. Now I’m on the sandy floor, tangled in Alison’s embrace, her scent flooding my senses, her sobs pounding against my ribs like waves.I gently pry her off me, trying to gather the fragments of memory that feel like shattered glass inside my skull. “Alison… what happened?”She pulls back slowly, eyes red and glossy, her hands cupping my face like I might disappear if she let go. “You wer
Alison’s POV"Please... come back to me, Xander."I didn’t care that he was snarling like a beast from hell. I didn’t care that his eyes were no longer the warm chocolate brown I adored but a raging blood-red storm of violence. I didn’t even care that my ribs ached and my palms were scratched bloody from diving out of the way again and again. All I cared about was reaching him… my Xander… the man I knew was still buried deep inside that possessed shell.But God, it was like trying to reach someone through a hurricane.He lunged again, his movements feral, terrifying. I dropped low just in time, feeling the rush of wind as his claws scraped above my head. My heart thundered in my chest as I rolled away and scrambled to my feet. I looked at him, panting. This wasn’t the man I loved. This wasn’t my Alpha."Xander," I tried again, voice cracking with desperation, "Remember when you first met me? At Silver Moon? Remember how you found me as a slave? You said I was the moon in your darkness
Alison’s POV"Simone, Something’s wrong with Xander."The words dropped from my lips in a shaky whisper, almost lost in the wind that swept across the hilltop. I didn't even realize I had spoken them until Simone turned sharply to me with a look of dread stretched across her face. But I already knew. Deep in my gut, something wasn’t right.Xander had been beside me seconds ago.. tired, yes, but steady. Now he was collapsed on the cold, uneven ground, his chest barely rising, his face pale and eerily still. The moment I saw him fall, my body moved on instinct, all exhaustion from the uphill trek forgotten. I was at his side in an instant, dropping to my knees with a desperate cry."Xander! Xander, wake up! Please… baby, please!" My voice cracked.Simone rushed over, her hands already moving to check for his pulse. “He’s alive,” she muttered, but her brows furrowed. “I think he probably fainted from exhaustion.”“No, Simone” I snapped, shaking my head with tears brimming in my eyes. “No
Xander's POVThere are moments in life when time slows down, not because of fear or anxiety, but because everything feels perfect for a split second. That was last night. Alison had kissed me like she needed to feel every part of me, like she was holding on for dear life. Her moans still echoed in my ears, her nails still left faint marks across my back, and her body… God, her body had moved against mine like we were made for one another.But it was the desperation in her that really did something to me. Like she wasn’t just making love… she was saying goodbye. And that scared the shit out of me.I stirred from bed, the sheets tangled around our legs. Alison lay on her side, her bare back rising and falling with every deep breath. She looked so peaceful, and I hated the idea of waking her, even though we didn’t have the luxury of time. The Blood Moon was tonight.Dragging myself out of bed, I padded quietly to the kitchen to get some water, hoping to buy a few more minutes before we h
Alison’s POV“You feel that, don’t you?” I whispered, staring out the window into the velvet black of the night. “Something’s coming.”The trees stood eerily still, as if even the wind was too afraid to stir. The moon hung low in the sky, pregnant with crimson, its hue deepening every night as the Blood Moon drew closer. I could feel the weight of it in my bones, like gravity had decided I was worth pressing harder against.And yet, tonight wasn’t about surrendering to fear. Tonight, we prepare.Xander stood at the doorway of our room, arms crossed, jaw tense. He had that look in his eyes again, the one he wore when he was trying to be strong for me. That look that said he wanted to shield me from everything but knew damn well he couldn’t.“She’ll be here soon,” he said, voice low.Simone.Against my better judgement she had left alone, the burden of this mission felt pressed on her abilities to find the necessary items needed. I turned to him, nodding silently. A breath caught in my
Xander's POVThe midday sun cast sharp beams through the tall windows of my office, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the air. Papers were strewn across my desk, reports on patrol schedules, supply inventories, and diplomatic correspondences with neighboring packs. Yet, my mind was elsewhere, fixated on the gnawing unease that had settled in my chest since Simone departed on her solitary quest for the ancient witches' spellbook.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. Convincing Alison to let Simone go alone had been no small feat. Her protective instincts rivaled my own, and the thought of her friend facing unknown dangers without us was a bitter pill to swallow. But Simone had been adamant, and in the end, we had to trust her capabilities.A sudden, urgent knock at the door snapped me from my thoughts. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and my mother stepped in, her face etched with worry."Xander," she began, slightly out of breath, "you need to come to th