Scarlett’s POVTiger padded over to me, nuzzling me affectionately, and I reached out, stroking his fur gently. It was unexpectedly soft, and his familiar pinewood scent was even stronger in this form, mingling with the crisp, earthy air of the forest. Tiger’s size was impressive; he radiated strength, yet his movements were careful, tender as he shielded me from the cold, his massive body creating a warm cocoon around me. I leaned into him, feeling a comfort and safety I hadn’t expected.“Nice to meet you, Scarlett,” Tiger’s voice echoed softly in my mind, filled with warmth. I ran my fingers through his fur, marvelling at the connection. Gathering courage, I leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his wet nose.Tiger rumbled in response, pulling me closer with a paw, and then, in a gesture that felt both celebratory and solemn, he tilted his head back and let out a powerful howl that resonated through the woods, filling the air with his declaration.Tiger’s presence lingered in my min
Clay’s POVLucian’s announcement had stunned me. Of all of us, he was the last I expected to accept Scarlett. For so long, he’d been consumed with resentment, determined to push her away and make her suffer. Yet here he was, embracing his bond with her, even before Maxwell and me. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.“How?” I asked, my voice full of disbelief as I let my bag fall to the floor, too shocked to keep holding it.Lucian met my gaze, his expression raw and unguarded. “The same reason neither of you could let her go,” he said quietly, his honesty catching me off guard. “I realised there was no point holding a grudge against her. Tiger wouldn’t allow it, and I couldn’t keep resisting the bond.” He paused, searching for the right words. “The goddess tied us together, and I’ve come to believe there’s a reason for that. It’s time I stop punishing myself—and her. I decided it was time to accept Scarlett as my mate.”I could see the sincerity in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen in
Clay's POVLucian’s gaze flicked to me, the disappointment clear in his eyes. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet, not after the progress they’d made.“Scarlett,” he said softly, reaching out. She paused, looking down at him, her face a mix of shyness and apprehension. It was clear she was still processing everything, still carrying the scars of past hurt. But Lucian’s expression held a quiet plea, and though he didn’t say anything more, I could see the hope in his gaze.“Please stay a bit. Maxwell and Clay just got home,” Lucian pleaded, his voice soft, and she looked over at me, gauging my expression. I smiled and added, “Please.” After a brief hesitation, she nodded, and I poured her a small drink.“This’ll warm you up,” I said, handing her the glass, but as I was about to pass it to her, a thought hit me. If Thomas’s reports had been false, then maybe Scarlett didn’t drink as we’d assumed. I paused, curiosity getting the better of me. “Scarlett, be honest with me… when did you have
Scarlett’s POVHearing Clay’s voice in my head first thing in the morning was both comforting and exciting. His tone, deep and just a little playful, tugged at something in my chest, making my heart flutter. The memory of Lucian’s arms around me last night filled me with warmth, but the thrill of having Clay at my door made me feel a different kind of anticipation.“I’m at your door, Scarlett. Open up, or I’ll break it down,” he teased, and I couldn’t help but laugh, his humour chasing away any lingering sleepiness. When I opened the door, there he was, looking effortlessly attractive in blue jeans and a simple white shirt. The air outside was brisk, but he seemed unfazed, his cinnamon scent mingling with the aroma wafting from a picnic basket he held.I let him in, and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, his lips warm against my skin. I excused myself to freshen up, and his scent lingered, taking over my senses. I quickly showered and dressed in layers, knowing how bitterly cold it
Scarlett’s POVAs we drove into a valley surrounded by the towering Rocky Mountains, I felt my breath catch. The sky was a deep blue, scattered with clouds so white they looked painted, and the snow blanketed the rocks and trees in a breathtaking winter scene.“I thought you said this was an ugly place,” Clay teased, nudging me with a smirk that made me laugh and blush in embarrassment. I’d said those words in a moment of frustration, of sadness, and he’d remembered.Gently, he placed a comforting hand on my thigh, a small gesture that grounded me. “Don’t worry, Scarlett,” he said, his voice gentle. “I knew you were hurting then. You had every reason to feel that way. We were unfair to you, and I wish we could do it over. If we could change the past, I would in a heartbeat.”His words hung in the air, a mixture of apology and unspoken promises, and I felt a knot of relief and hope loosen in my chest. For the first time, I truly believed that we had a future beyond the shadows of the p
Scarlett’s POVAs I opened up to Clay, the words spilled out, the memories raw and painful. “My father never liked me,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “He wanted a son, and when my mother… died, he expected so much from me. When my wolf didn’t come at sixteen, it was like I’d failed him all over again. He was furious, and after that, he distanced himself even more. Friends were forbidden; the only person I had was my nanny, Linda. She taught me everything, filled in every gap my father left.”Clay’s hand traced gentle circles on my back, his warmth grounding me. “Did you have any plans for your future?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.For a moment, I let myself remember the dream I once held dear. “I wanted to be a healer,” I said, a soft smile ghosting my lips as I pictured that old aspiration. “I thought I’d be a Valkin, that I’d have my wolf and maybe some magic to heal others. When that didn’t happen, my dream shifted. I wanted to escape my father, to
Scarlett’s POVClay and I lingered on the cliff for a while, basking in the peace of the moment, something I hadn’t known could exist between us. He was unexpectedly kind, gentle in ways I hadn’t imagined, assuring me that the pain of the past would fade, replaced by something good and lasting. Though I was cautious, my heart too wary to believe fully, I allowed myself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, my life could finally leave behind the shadows of pain and anger.The afternoon wore on, and soon, we packed up to head back. I gathered our belongings, and Clay shifted into Vinn so I could mount him again, his warm fur a comfort against the chill as we descended in a quiet, shared understanding. The silence between us was calming, yet as we neared home, I felt the familiar stir of anxiety. Pack members had never welcomed me warmly; most often, their gazes were cold or resentful. It had always left me feeling like an outsider, a burden, and that feeling lingered still, despite Clay’s reassur
Scarlett’s POVI rested my hands on his shoulders, feeling the pull yet still cautious. “I… I want you too, Maxwell,” I whispered softly, “but I just need a bit more time.”Maxwell’s eyes softened, his gaze understanding as he nodded, holding me close. He respected my hesitation, and in that moment, I felt that maybe—just maybe—I was safe here, that this bond we were building could be real. The warmth of his embrace reassured me, and I allowed myself to lean into the comfort, trusting that they were willing to wait until I was truly ready.I slipped off Maxwell’s lap and returned to my seat, feeling the weight of both Clay and Lucian’s gazes on me. My cheeks flushed, and I kept my eyes down, the intensity of the moment lingering.“We can’t wait to make you ours, Scarlett,” Lucian said softly, his tone laced with a warmth and patience I hadn’t expected from him. His words, so genuine and gentle, caught me off guard.“I’m sorry I spent so much time hating and despising you instead of ge
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. In
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