Lucian’s POVScarlett had torn us apart in ways I couldn’t have imagined. She had done the unthinkable—she poisoned the water supply of Redcape, using the same toxic mix she had been accused of using on us.Half the pack lay dead because of her, and all our efforts to clear her name were suddenly, tragically, for nothing.As I looked at her, bound and helpless before us, I felt a twisting in my chest—a mix of anger and sorrow so deep I could hardly breathe. How could she have done something so reckless, so cruel?I wanted to believe in her innocence; we all did. But now, the doubt was consuming me, and I could see it in the faces of my friends too. Perhaps Bianca’s accusation had been true all along.For months, we’d been chasing Gregory, hoping to force a confession from him that would finally clear Scarlett’s name. We had tracked him relentlessly, planning to torture him for answers and make him confess, even if it meant banishing him in secret. But despite our best efforts, he elud
Lucian’s POVAfter an hour, Clay stopped, his face filled with dread. “Shouldn’t we go back out there?” he asked quietly, as if the suggestion itself hurt.I met his gaze, my chest aching with the same guilt. “She probably thinks we hate her… that we’re abandoning her to their cruelty,” I murmured. “But it was necessary. If we hadn’t tied her to that post, if we hadn’t made it look like we were condemning her, they would’ve beaten her to death right there. It was brutal, yes… but it was the lesser evil.” Maxwell’s voice was steady, but I could hear the strain beneath it, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as us.Finally, I couldn’t bear it any longer. I took a deep breath, feeling a sliver of resolve harden within me. “Now,” I said, and Maxwell immediately moved, grabbing a few pieces of clothing for Scarlett. We hurriedly got dressed, our hearts pounding with the urgency of our plan.When we reached the clearing, dread pooled in my stomach. Scarlett was gone. Her bonds
Scarlett’s POVI watched as the crowd slowly drifted away, leaving me alone in the biting cold. The chill seeped deep into my bones, and with each passing second, it felt like a part of me was freezing, hardening, becoming numb.They’d left me out here to die, abandoned and alone. The harsh reality settled over me like the weight of the snow piling up around my feet. I hadn’t meant to kill anyone—I swear, I hadn’t. All I wanted was to escape, to break free from the constant weight of life pressing down on me. I was so tired, so worn down, and all I wanted was a way out.I looked around, desperate for a glimpse of mercy, my teeth chattering so hard they hurt. Maybe someone, anyone, would take pity on me and save me from this fate. But there was no one. They were gone—all of them. I was alone, forgotten like a discarded piece of trash.It struck me then, like ice running through my veins: they were waiting for me to die, for my body to freeze over and turn stiff before they’d even consi
Scarlett’s POVMartha’s eyes softened as she watched me dress, but I could see sadness there too, buried beneath her hurried determination. She took a deep breath, as if trying to steady herself, and then spoke. “I don’t believe the rumors, Scarlett. I don’t believe you slept with that visitor,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.“I was there when Bianca’s daughter was beaten for calling you an outsider, just because you dared to say you weren’t a Vladislav. That woman—Bianca—she’s vindictive. I wanted to warn you, tell you to steer clear of her, but I was afraid. I thought maybe I’d be making trouble where there was none. Now, I think she set this all up, probably with someone else’s help, just to hurt you. She knew it would be considered a ‘domestic matter’ so your mates wouldn’t be able to defend you.”Martha’s words made my heart ache. All this time, she’d seen through Bianca’s schemes, but she’d felt powerless to act. She was crying now, tears sliding down her weathered chee
Scarlett’s POV“Thank you,” I murmured as I sank into the passenger seat, feeling a strange warmth spread through me. As the car began to move, I watched Redcape fade into the distance, slipping away like a bad memory. My heart filled with a quiet, cautious joy. I never thought I’d leave that place alive, not after everything that had happened. I closed my eyes and silently thanked the goddess for this small mercy, for this second chance. Maybe, just maybe, I could finally leave the past behind.The driver cleared his throat, his voice warm and surprisingly gentle. “I’m Ebenezer Jenkins. What’s your name?”A flicker of panic shot through me. My real name could tie me to everything I was running from, could undo the fragile safety I’d just found. “Annika Petrov,” I replied smoothly, offering a name that felt distant enough from my true self. He nodded, smiling as though he bought it.“Sounds like a Southern name,” he said, giving me a curious glance. “What’s a Southerner like you doing
Clay’s POVI felt like I was losing my mind. Rage boiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable, consuming every logical thought. I couldn’t rein it in, and neither could my wolf.How had we let it come to this? How had we allowed things to spiral so far out of control? I had been ready to go rogue, to tear through the Elders and make them see sense by force if I had to. I would have wiped them out, if it meant Scarlett could be accepted. But Lucian and Maxwell insisted on diplomacy, on being patient. They wanted to clear her name, to make the people love her.And look where that naive plan got us.When I saw the guards pulling her clothes from her body, stripping her dignity away as if she were nothing, I could hardly bear to look. And to find out they hadn’t been feeding her? They were starving her.We had given strict orders for her to receive the same meals as us, three times a day. But they ignored us. They starved her, tortured her, while we were off hunting down that snake, Gregory.
Clay’s POVAs we drove, silence settled in, heavy and uncomfortable. I could see the sorrow eating away at Lucian. He looked like he was drowning, his body slumped against the door, tears trailing down his face. His regret was a dark, consuming thing. Part of me wanted to scream at him again, to lash out and make him feel the pain I was carrying.“You were the one who said we should strip her bare,” I finally shouted, my voice ringing through the cramped space. “You gave that order.”Lucian’s head dropped even lower, but he didn’t defend himself. He seemed as if he couldn’t bear to look at me, or even at himself.“Was that really necessary?” I asked, my voice breaking with frustration and pain.Maxwell’s words cut deep, his voice sharp and unrelenting. “But you, fucking, went along with it, Clay,” he spat, his tone filled with a bitterness I hadn’t heard before. “So shut the fuck up and stop whining like a child. This anger is a little late, don’t you think? She’s gone, and nothing yo
Clay’s POVElsa sighed, a deep sadness lining her face. “Poor girl had to endure too much. Any sensible wolf would have fled given the slightest opportunity. My grandmother warned your parents not to pass that Elder law—she saw this coming. I was just a child, but I remember her words to your father, warning that it would lead to great calamity. Maybe this is what she meant. The Elders’ decision to turn against your Luna, to deny her humanity, has sparked a dark change. The shift in the wind, that darkness—it began with this unjust trial. You sent Gregory away, but they wouldn’t let her go. There are those in your council who can’t stand the idea of you being tied to a Vladislav. This is what happens when wolves try to play god,” she said, shaking her head in frustration.Her words hit me hard, stirring anger and regret in my chest. The Elders—the very ones we were supposed to trust—had not only failed us but had actively sabotaged us. I felt the weight of their betrayal, the realizat
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