Scarlett’s POVLucian’s words left me stunned, rooted to the spot. I didn’t need anyone to confirm his sincerity—I could feel it in every resigned word, see it in his hollowed eyes. He was serious about letting me go, even going as far as urging me to return to Keith.For Lucian, someone who had always been possessive and fiercely jealous, to say that aloud… it told me just how heavily all of this weighed on him. He looked worse than he had the day they came to bring me back from the West, a shadow of himself. And yet, even knowing this, anger and confusion twisted inside me.How was I supposed to stay angry at him, knowing the toll it had taken on him? How could I hate him when I could see that he was already punishing himself? And the worst part—the truth that I couldn’t admit to myself, let alone to him—was that I didn’t truly love Keith. What I felt for him was gratitude, a deep bond of friendship, a kindness that came when I needed it most. Returning to him, knowing that Lucian,
Scarlett’s POVA silence settled between us again, but it felt different this time, as if something had shifted, a mutual understanding neither of us had expected.“I’m sure we’ll manage, Scarlett,” Maxwell said, his tone steady yet weighted with resignation.“None of us ever expected you would get your wolf, much less become a Valkin with magic. We never intended for you to face Garland for us. Going to the West was about asking Keith for aid and bringing you home. He’s sent us the help we need, and that’s enough. This mess is ours to fix, and we don’t want to drag you back into it.”He paused, his voice softening. “Elsa will return tonight, and she’ll help sever the bond. I hope… I hope you find the happiness you deserve wherever you go.” There was a calm acceptance in his voice, a kind of peace he seemed to have made within himself.I bit my lip, unable to ignore the ache in his words. “What about Clay? Is he… is he okay with it too?” I asked.Maxwell sighed, nodding slowly. “He is
Maxwell’s POVI had never seen anything like it. Scarlett’s entire body ignited in green flames, consuming her clothes in an instant. My heart pounded, and I panicked, dropping to my knees beside her. I tried to cover her with snow, hoping to smother the fire, but it melted the moment it touched her skin, steam rising around her in furious clouds. The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape.I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.Clay had described something like this once, but seeing it with my own eyes was entirely different. She was defenseless in that state, a target for anyone who
Scarlett’s POVThe rider’s magic surged toward me, dark and relentless. I barely managed to duck, but suddenly, the scene shifted, and I found myself standing on a battlefield. The ground was frozen, unmistakably Northern soil, and bodies lay scattered everywhere—a testament to the lives that had already been lost.I struggled to make sense of it, scanning the chaos around me, when I saw Lucian. He was charging straight at the rider, his face set with grim determination. I shouted his name, desperate to warn him, but he couldn’t hear me. He was no match for this rider, and he must have known that as well, but there was something he was trying to protect. What was it? Or who?“Where is your Luna?” the rider’s voice boomed, a deep, thunderous sound that rattled through the icy air. The voice was unmistakably masculine, yet his features remained cloaked in shadows and mystery.Lucian’s voice was steady, defiant. “Far away from here, where you’ll never find her.” I could see the strain in
Clay’s POVElsa arrived, looking exhausted, a crystal glinting in her hand. She gently placed it around Scarlett’s neck, her gaze shadowed with worry. Scarlett had been under for six hours now, and we’d taken turns keeping her body warm, hoping it would help her pull through. My only fear was how she’d react when she woke up to find herself here.“So, what’s happening to her?” Lucian asked, desperation etched into his voice, echoing all of our fears.Elsa glanced at Scarlett, then back at us, her face filled with resignation. “She’s having a vision. Her magic is keeping her under, making sure she sees whatever it is the universe wants her to see.” She shook her head, clearly frustrated by the limits of her own power.“There’s only so much I can do. Her magic is powerful—ancient, even. This isn’t something spells or crystals can break. It has to run its course.”Her words made sense, but they didn’t ease the ache in my chest. I wanted so desperately to pull Scarlett out of whatever dar
Scarlett’s POVWaking up from that horrible nightmare, feeling Clay’s steady presence beside me, brought me a rare moment of peace. In the nightmare, I’d been overtaken by something dark, something cruel and vengeful, and it had destroyed everything and everyone I cared about. I hadn’t been myself—it was as if a twisted force had taken control, leaving me helpless as Lucian, Maxwell, and Clay tried to reach me, tried to save me.That darkness consumed everything, a terrifying reminder of what unchecked anger and bitterness could grow into. But how had that vision come to me just as I was beginning to let go of some of the pain? After Lucian’s words, after his release, I had felt lighter, almost ready to tell Maxwell I wasn’t leaving. And then the vision swept over me.It left me wondering if fate was warning me to let go of all my grudges. But I wasn’t sure I could. There were names etched into my memory, a list of people who’d hurt me, people who deserved justice.I knew Maxwell had
Scarlett’s POV“She’s on her way,” Lucian finally said after linking Elsa. I stayed quiet, letting the silence linger. Lucian rose and poured himself a drink, his movements careful, almost tentative.“When was the last time any of you spoke with David?” I asked, breaking the silence.Maxwell answered, “It’s been a month now. He called, asking for warriors and ammunition for the South. We’re dividing our forces, trying to send what they need.”“Against Garland?” I asked, and Maxwell nodded.“It seems your father was the one keeping the balance there,” he added, and I caught a glint of shame in his eyes. But I’d come to terms with my father’s past, thanks to Keith, and had even begun to appreciate the weight of his legacy. Still, Maxwell’s words stirred something in me.“You’ll do no such thing,” I replied firmly.Maxwell frowned, confused. “Scarlett, you can’t hold the South without warriors and weapons. Garland is ruthless. Even if you have magic, you haven’t mastered it. You’ll need
Scarlett’s POVElsa released my hand, frowning slightly as she turned to Lucian. “You said she wants to leave, and you three have decided to set her free. So… who’s going first?”For a moment, I felt a strange urge to smile, but I held back, letting the weight of the silence fill the room. Seeing them so speechless—these men who usually had so much to say—was a rarity. Elsa gave my hand a comforting pat, then stood. “Well, I’ll excuse the four of you to sort this out. Call me back when you’ve made a decision.” She said leaving an almost tangible tension in the air.The silence lingered, heavy and loaded. I looked at Lucian, but his gaze dropped, revealing the fracture in his resolve. I could feel his heart breaking, see him wrestling with the vulnerability of the moment.Elsa left, and I stood up, heading toward the door. I wasn’t ready to dive into that awkward conversation they all seemed so eager to have. Sure, I’d already decided to stay, but letting them wonder a bit longer would
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