Lyla POV:The air crackled with the intensity of magic, the night sky over Vampriya painted with the hues of battle. Our position at the vantage point offered a panoramic view of the chaos unfolding below. Alana, my brothers, the coven witches, and I were like sentinels, guarding against the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf us.The sounds of battle were deafening - the clashing of power, the hissing of spells, and the cries of the fallen filled the air. We stood our ground, our magic a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. Each of us fought fiercely, our spells weaving intricate patterns of defense and attack.I could feel the raw energy coursing through me, the power of my eternal wolf stirring within, ready to leap into action. The witches beside me chanted their incantations, their voices rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence that was both haunting and beautiful. Their magic clashed with the dark witches, creating a storm of energy that crackled through the
Lyla POV:Vincent's laughter echoed through the room, a sound filled with sinister undertones."Oh, brother, why do you insist on these little charades? Just be honest with her. There's no coronation. Instead, we have a lovely lineup of witches eager to drain every ounce of that precious eternal wolf essence from her," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously.Noah's face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes."Vincent, I've got this under control," he said coolly.I glanced between the two brothers, my heart pounding in my chest. They were planning to kill me, to use me for my power. A surge of anger and determination rose within me. I wouldn't let them. Without warning, I shifted into my wolf form, the transformation enveloping me in a wave of power and strength. My grey fur, streaked with lavender, bristled with energy, and my lavender eyes blazed with defiance.Noah's expression turned to one of shock, then quickly morphed into rage."You think you can
Lyla POV:As the witch's blade hovered perilously close, a surreal calm washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes fixated on Cameron and Samuel, their expressions a tapestry of worry and love. I silently mouthed, "I love you," expecting the sharp sting of betrayal. But instead, a shocking warmth enveloped me – blood, not mine, splashing against my skin.Confusion reigned as I saw Vincent standing defiantly, the witch's heart gruesomely clasped in his hand. He nonchalantly tossed it aside, his eyes locking with mine in a knowing wink. The ritual was broken, the air charged with a mix of disbelief and newfound hope.Noah's enraged voice shattered the moment."Vincent, you traitor!" he screamed, lunging at his brother with a viciousness that chilled my bones.The brothers collided with a force that resonated through the clearing. Their fight was a deadly dance of pent-up rage and familial betrayal. Vincent's every move was precise and calculated, countering Noah's blind fury
Cameron POV:It had been five months since the harrowing events in Vampriya, and life had settled into a new rhythm, one filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future we never thought possible.Every day with Lyla felt like a revelation. Our relationship had flourished beyond the raw intensity of those first encounters. Sure, we had our share of wild, erotic nights – moments where our passion for each other burned with an intensity that threatened to consume us. But there were also the playful mornings, the times when we basked in each other's company, reveling in the simple joy of being together.Lyla had grown remarkably in these past months, both in spirit and in her role as our future queen. She had decided to finish her schooling, opting for private lessons within the castle's grand walls. Her decision came from a desire to be close to us, to cement our bond and strengthen our union. And I couldn’t have been more proud of her. She was not just our mate but a true partner
Cameron POV:The night air was alive with a magical pulse as I guided Lyla, her eyes covered by a soft blindfold, through the serenely lit path of our palace garden. Her hand, delicate yet trusting, was clasped in mine, while Samuel walked beside us, his presence a comforting shadow in the moonlit night."We're nearly there, my heart," I whispered to Lyla.Feeling her anticipation mingling with ours. The path under our feet shifted from the crunch of gravel to the softness of lush grass, signaling our arrival at the heart of our surprise."Can I look now?"Lyla's voice quivered with excitement, her other hand reaching out, perhaps feeling the change in the atmosphere, the music that floated around us like a tender caress."Just a moment longer," I replied.My heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Samuel and I had planned this moment with painstaking care, wanting everything to be perfect for her. Guiding her to the center of the clearing, where the gazebo stood adorn
Lyla POV: "Lyla come down this instant?" I heard my older brother Lars yell from downstairs. Perfect; if today wasn't shitty enough, I have to deal with him now as well. Seeing that I didn't have much of an option, I got out of the blanket burrito I had myself snuggled into when I returned from school and went downstairs. Please, goddess, let it be quick! I seriously cannot stand another rant about my behaviour. Going down the spiral staircase, I see my brother Lars, the eldest and Alpha of our pack: the Bloodmoon Pack. Sitting across him are Kadien, Aiden and Fiden: my triplet brothers. Crap! This is bad! Usually, the triplets don't care about my behaviour and hardly ever have a talk with me, but from the seething expressions of my four dear elder brothers, shit is about to hit the fan! Climbing down the last step, I walk into the main lounge and put up a smile and go up to Lars. "Hey there, pal. What's up?" I said, giving his shoulder a punch like I'm not about to get my butt
Lyla POV: Waking up to the window's blinding sunlight, I stretched and sat up. I was in bed, but how? I swear I fell asleep near mom and daddy's tombstone last night, crying. After the argument yesterday with my brothers, I refused to come out of the room and even ate in my room. I just didn't have it in me to look at them right now without breaking down with their words that echoed in my mind from yesterday. At around twelve, I snuck out. I went to mom and daddy's grave. I needed them; even if they weren't there, I knew they were watching me whenever I visited them, and yesterday I did needed that closure. Did one of my brothers follow me yesterday, maybe beta Edward or the gamma's son, Jake? He was appointed my guard after the incident on my fifteenth birthday. However, I hated being followed and usually hid from him. Looking down, I was still in my black sweat pants and grey long-sleeved cropped top I wore yesterday before the whole fiasco. There was dried-up mud at the bottom of
Samuel POV: "Your highness, so is that an okay from yours and Prince Cameron's side for the new warrior trainer at the academy?" Said Justin, mine and Cameron's PA. What was he even talking about? What were any of these people talking about, and for the love of the goddess, when will they shut up?I was done for the day, waving my hand in dismissal; I went to get up when I heard someone squeak out, "But your highness..." but before he could finish, I sent a death glare, making him shut his mouth tight. Judging by my mood, everyone quickly packed up and left. I sat back in the high-back leather chair, looking at the roof and thinking back about the drama that had happened since yesterday. Flashback "Honey, maybe it's time for you and Cameron to take a chosen. Your wolves are strong and need a mate to help tame them. What happened in the Coliseum yesterday has the pack pretty shaken up." Said, mom. Some fucker of mine and Cameron's warrior army thought it would be okay to go behi