Scarlett’s POV“Honestly, I could understand Clay and Maxwell’s pain,” I said, my voice cold and steady as I folded the napkin and placed it on the table. “They’ve always wanted me. But you…” I trailed off, locking eyes with him, ensuring my words hit their mark. “You settled for me. So don’t tell me anything you think I don’t already know.”I stood, my chair scraping softly against the floor as I moved to leave. But Lucian was faster. He stepped in front of me, his body a barrier, his presence heavy with desperation.“Out of my way, Lucian,” I said, my tone calm but resolute.Instead of moving, he took a step closer. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the tension radiating from him palpable. His swollen eyes betrayed the weight he carried, and for once, I could see all his emotions laid bare. He had learned the pain of silence, the consequence of his own choices.“Please don’t,” he finally whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling. It was almost inaudible, but the raw anguish in his wo
Scarlett’s POVThe silence that followed his words was deafening. His vulnerability, his brokenness, and his determination all hung in the air, leaving me to decide if this man—flawed and remorseful, but deeply committed—was someone I could risk my heart for again.Lucian’s voice was sincere, each word laced with raw emotion and heavy with self-doubt. I could feel the weight he carried, the way he had internalized every failure, every moment he thought he’d let me down. His remorse wasn’t performative; it was tangible, bleeding into the space between us. Lucian wasn’t just apologizing—he was laying himself bare, stripped of pride, offering himself wholly, ready to rebuild the pieces of what we had shattered if only I would let him.I took a deep breath, his words swirling in my mind, along with his promises and the unspoken burdens he was ready to bear. We all had scars, wounds we couldn’t undo. Pain that lingered, even as we tried to move forward. His vulnerability mirrored my own, a
Scarlett’s POVWe arrived at the garden where Elsa had set up her space for the session. The cool night air carried a serene calm, and soft lanterns illuminated the area. Clay and Maxwell were already there, sitting with Elsa as she explained something to them. Whatever the topic was, it seemed to hold their attention. When we stepped into view, all three of them looked up, their expressions shifting.“So, did you finally finish your meal?” Clay teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.I chuckled, playing along. “It was delicious,” I said, knowing full well that it was his work. He winked at me in response, the gesture lightening the mood.Elsa glanced at me, a knowing look crossing her face. She didn’t say anything right away, but I could tell she had her suspicions about why we were late.“Well,” she began, her tone amused yet matter-of-fact, “since you’ve worked through your rollercoaster, I guess we can focus on what matters—your vision and your magic element.” Her words carried
Scarlett’s POVThe meditation techniques Keith had taught me came to mind, their simplicity grounding me in the moment. Slowly, my breathing steadied, and I let go of the distractions around me, focusing entirely on the bond between me and Midnight. The stillness grew, and I felt the spirit within me stirring, responding to my call.“Good,” Elsa said softly, her voice distant yet grounding. “Now hold onto it, Scarlett. Let the vision come to you.”I allowed myself to sink deeper, opening my mind to the flow of energy and magic within. The world around me faded, replaced by the hum of spirit and power awakening in my core, ready to reveal what I needed to see.As I sank deeper into my focus, a cool breeze swept through me, far too crisp and otherworldly to be the winter air around us. My eyes were closed, yet I could still see. The colors of the magic swirling in my vision shifted and expanded, and through this ethereal haze, Elsa came into view.I saw her wolf—a phantom-like, whitish-
Scarlett’s POVI woke up nestled in Clay’s arms, his warmth enveloping me. His steady breathing and the faint scent of pinewood were comforting. He was wide awake, his gaze soft as it rested on me. I sensed he had stayed in bed, waiting for me to wake, just so he could hold me longer.“You finally wake up,” he teased, his tone light and playful.I yawned, snuggling further into his embrace. “I was overworked yesterday,” I said in my defense, and he laughed—a deep, happy laugh that filled the room. It was a sound I hadn’t heard enough of, but I hoped I’d hear more in the future.Gently, I sat up and stretched. “Where are Maxwell and Lucian?” I asked, glancing around the room.“Prepping Garland for questioning and taking stock of what we have,” he replied easily. “Elsa’s revelation about your kin unsettled Lucian, and you know he and Maxwell—they like to cover all bases.”I smiled at his comment, imagining the two of them, always in planning mode, always preparing.“And what about you?”
Scarlett’s POVAfter the shower, Clay and I sat down for breakfast. The warm, homely atmosphere was comforting, but soon, he had to leave to join Maxwell and Lucian. The weight of responsibility was heavy on all of them, and I could sense there was a lot of work to be done.Left alone, I decided to rest while waiting for Alisson’s arrival. I curled up on the couch in the living room, my thoughts drifting back to Elsa’s revelations. Her words echoed in my mind, especially the warning about the dark rider. I knew it wouldn’t be right to keep what I’d learned from Keith. He might have the magic to glimpse the future, but he still needed to be warned.The thought of calling him after so much time felt strange—awkward even—but it was a bridge I needed to cross. In another life, things could have been different between us. Keith had been one of the best parts of my journey, and nothing could take that away.Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. This time, I was
Lucian’s POVGarland sat before us, visibly scarred and far from the arrogant man who had marched into our territory seeking chaos. The burns from Scarlett’s attack had seared his skin so deeply that even his wolf genes couldn’t fully heal him. His once-pristine appearance was marred, likely permanently. It was a testament to the ferocity of Scarlett’s power—a reminder of why she wasn’t someone to be underestimated. But whose fault was this, really?Garland had brought it on himself, walking into our territory, seeking trouble, and, worse, underestimating Scarlett. He had treated her as a weak and helpless Luna. That mistake had cost him dearly.What infuriated me even more was the thought that Stasia, had been feeding him information. The betrayal burned hotter than Garland’s injuries, and I resolved to make her pay for it. She’d not only endangered Scarlett but all of us, and for that, her actions couldn’t go unanswered.Clay arrived just as the guards prepared to bring Garland in.
Lucian’s POVGarland let out a slow, tired sigh, like he’d been waiting for this question. “It has always been about the strongest taking everything,” he began, his voice bitter but resigned. “Before Nikolay, conquest wasn’t just a way of life—it was survival. Your parents, if they had lived longer, would have taught you the same. That’s what Valkin alphas do. They maintain power by gaining more of it. Packs that fail to produce Valkin are destined to lose. Nikolay…” He trailed off, shaking his head.“That bastard wanted peace. He believed he was created to bring balance and stability, and he pursued it with ruthless determination. Even your parents didn’t agree with his vision entirely. The lands they acquired were won through conquest. But Nikolay decided conquest was done. He wanted everyone to stay in their regions, to settle, to ‘give peace a chance.’ And so here we are.”He exhaled again, the weight of history and his own mistakes evident in his voice. I watched him closely, his
Scarlett’s POVA whole year had slipped by since that fateful battle, yet its echoes lingered, shaping every aspect of our lives. The memories of that day were as vivid as ever, and the changes it brought were undeniable.Elsa had uncovered the truth—my mates gaining their magic had turned the tide of the fight. It was a revelation that filled me with gratitude.That unexpected twist had granted us not only victory but the promise of a long, peaceful life. For that, I was endlessly thankful.The south had been calling to us, and we journeyed there to put our plans into action. When we arrived, my pack welcomed me with open arms and hearts full of joy, embracing me as their alpha.Their happiness was palpable, a warmth that eased the ache of the past. They spoke of the days they had endured under David’s oppressive reign. Their tales were heavy with suffering and injustice, and I could see in their eyes the relief of finally being free.As for David, I had chosen not to end his life. I
Clay’s POVKeith exhaled slowly, his gaze distant. “I’m relieved to know that fate didn’t mess up, that it was meddling. For a while, I really believed fate had made a terrible mistake. I also thought seers didn’t wield magic,” he admitted.“Me too,” I replied. “But apparently, this group of outcasts did. They were cast out because they dabbled in dark arts. It wasn’t natural magic; it was corruption. They learned how to use the spirits for more than just insight. They twisted it for their own purposes.”Keith shook his head, his frustration evident. “I guess this is something we’ll need to look out for in the future.”I gave him a faint smile. “I guess so,” I said, though the smile faded quickly. Keith sighed and patted my shoulder.“Emerald and I will depart tomorrow,” he said reluctantly. “Please, keep me updated on Scarlett’s condition.”“I will,” I promised, understanding how hard it was for him to leave. Keith and Scarlett had shared a history, brief as it was, and while he had
Clay’s POVIt had been six days since the battle, six days since the blood-soaked fields bore witness to our desperate fight for survival. The cost had been steep—lives lost on both sides—but in the end, victory was ours.Yet it felt hollow. Scarlett’s move, the one that had turned the tide, was as miraculous as it was terrifying. Now, as she lay unconscious on the bed, her chest rising and falling faintly, I knew the price she’d paid was far greater than we had imagined.Her body was locked in a battle of its own, trying to repel the darkness that clung to her after pulling Nikolay’s corrupted spirit from his body. It wasn’t just lingering—it was gripping her tightly, refusing to let go, tethering itself to her in a way we didn’t understand.Alison had called Nikolay’s magic element “Spirit,” the same force Scarlett had avoided using until the final moments. She knew its corruptive potential and still had no choice but to wield it to end the war. Now, the price of that choice was pai
Scarlett’s POVThe corruption from Nikolay’s dark aura showed itself as faint black smoke weaving into the flames. I ignored it. My mind was clear, my goal unwavering: to win.With a snarl, I lunged at Nikolay. We collided mid-air, teeth, claws, and raw power clashing in a blur of grey and green.The battle became a blur of instincts and strategy. He was fast and strong—I had to give him that. But I was stronger.“He’s trying to steal our magic. Be careful,” Midnight warned through the link as our teeth snapped at his neck.I tried to find an opening, to bite down on his spine and end it. But he was as relentless as I was, his jaws snapping at my hind leg. Pain shot through me as he managed to push me back, but I didn’t relent.The fight was vicious. I sent waves of magic his way—fire, earth, water, and wind—but he overcame each attack with a tenacity that rivaled my own.My flames scorched his fur, leaving blackened patches that he quickly healed. His wounds knitted together almost i
Scarlett’s POVThey bore no humanity, no spark of life. Staring into those eyes was like gazing into an endless void, a darkness that seemed to claw at my very soul. He wasn’t just a man. He was a nightmare given flesh—a being that shouldn’t have existed in this world.Shivers ran down my spine as I realized the full extent of what we were up against. This wasn’t just a fight for survival—it was a fight against the unnatural, the unholy. And at this moment, I wasn’t sure if we had the strength to prevail.“Your fear smells delicious,” young Nikolay said, his voice calm, cool, and unnervingly steady. The darkness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let him see the full extent of my terror.“How could Father have fathered something like you,” he continued, his gaze cold and calculating, “yet cherished and protected you while I rotted in the woods with the outcast seers? Isn’t that unfair?”His eyes drifted to my neck, and his lip curled in disdain. “Three mates. Wh
Scarlett’s POVI turned my gaze to my half-brother, speaking directly to him. “He killed your father, Nikolay. The man who didn’t even know you existed. David stole that chance from you—the chance to know your father. If you can hate my mother for killing yours, then you should hate him for murdering your father and robbing you of the life you could have had. He will betray you, just as he betrayed him.”David laughed again, shaking his head. “Don’t waste your breath, Scarlett. Young Nikolay knows the truth. It was his idea to take out Nikolay Vladislav, not mine.” He looked at Nikolay with a twisted kind of pride. “He knew that if his father ever found out about him, he’d be eliminated. Nikolay doesn’t tolerate anything that looks like a threat. He knows it had to be done.”Young Nikolay’s dark, soulless eyes bore into mine with pure hatred. If there was any doubt or hesitation in him, he didn’t show it. His disdain for me was unwavering, and David’s words only seemed to fuel his res
Scarlett’s POV“I am nobody’s puppet!” young Nikolay snapped, his voice laced with arrogance and disdain. “I am the true heir of Nikolay Vladislav, a Valkin alpha in my own right. And if I desire to take what is mine, so be it!”His declaration hung in the cold air, but I wasn’t impressed. “Rule over what?” I asked sharply. “Rule over whatever David tells you to rule? Be the king of his schemes?”For a moment, his fury was silenced, his expression hardening. He might have a temper, but he wasn’t a talker—his silence was telling.“So, what do you want?” Lucian asked, his tone steady but strained.David answered for him, stepping forward with a cruel smile. “What we’re here to take,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.“The North and that bitch.” His eyes flicked to me, and the venom in his gaze was palpable. “I promised Nikolay he’d have his revenge on the daughter of the woman who murdered his mother. Hand everything over, especially her. She’s useless anyway. Other than bed-warm
Scarlett’s POVAt dawn, they came.The attack wasn’t subtle; the screams and the clash of steel against steel echoed through Redcape, shaking the earth beneath us. I had felt it before I even opened my eyes—a dark, foreboding presence that made my skin crawl.As I sat up, my heart pounded in my chest, knowing the inevitable had arrived. Fear gripped me, cold and unrelenting. Were we ready? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure it mattered anymore.Lucian, Clay, and Maxwell were already moving, their movements quick and deliberate as they readied themselves for battle. Their focus was sharp, but the tension in the air was palpable.“For all we know, David has no idea Scarlett has a wolf or magic,” Lucian said, his tone firm as he strapped on his gear. “Let’s keep it that way. It’ll be our element of surprise.”He turned to me, his eyes glowing with both determination and worry. “Guns and bullets for now. We need to blindside them—just like you did with Garland. That’s the only way. And, Sca
Scarlett’s POVWhen it was over, we lay tangled together, our breaths mingling in the frosty air. The sight around us was nothing short of magical.The bare trees were now lush and green, their branches swaying gently as if awakened from a long slumber.The snow that had blanketed the ground was gone, revealing a soft, rich earth beneath. Even the frozen lake shimmered with life, its edges alive with vibrant flora. It was as though our love had breathed life back into the desolate landscape.The orange hues of the setting sun painted the sky above us, casting a warm glow over the reborn clearing.My head rested on Clay’s chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my ear. Each rhythm was fierce and determined, a reminder that, for now, we were alive—and we were together. This was our moment, untainted by the battles ahead.“I’ve been thinking,” Clay said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was calm but carried a weight of seriousness. “If it comes to the worst, we should leav