Lily POV As I ran through the thick forest, the icy wind stung my face, but I forced myself to keep moving. The bundle of firewood in my arms felt heavier with each step, the cold creeping through my fingers. I shouldn’t have been out this late, I knew that. Uncle had told me a thousand times not to wander off, especially not in the dark. But the fire had been dying, and the thought of another freezing night was unbearable.When the cabin came into view, my stomach twisted. The old wooden structure, leaning slightly to one side, was barely more than a shack. It had been my home for as long as I could remember, ever since my parents were killed. And inside waited Uncle, the man who had taken me in, though he never let me forget that he wished he hadn’t.I hesitated at the door, my hand trembling on the worn handle. The creak of the hinges sent a shiver down my spine as I stepped inside. The smell of stale alcohol hit me immediately, thick and suffocating."You think you can just come
Lily POV My feet pounded the ground as I tore through the forest, cold air biting at my skin. But the sting of the chill couldn’t compare to the ache in my chest. I had run far from my uncle’s cabin, desperate to escape the suffocating prison that had become my life.I kept running until I reached the old, broken-down house. My parents' home. I hadn't set foot here in years, but tonight, it was the only place I could think of. The last refuge, even in its decayed state. The memories of them, of love and warmth, were all that made me feel like I still belonged to something.I hesitated before pushing the door open, the creak of wood like a whisper from the past. Dust filled the air as I stepped inside. The furniture was broken, the walls were cracked, but it didn’t matter. I could still hear echoes of my parents’ laughter, and feel the safety of my father’s embrace. I had been happy here once. That was enough.Collapsing onto the floor, I leaned my back against the splintered wall, te
Lily POV I had spent the last two days preparing for the full moon celebration, a knot of dread and excitement tangled in my chest. It wasn’t just another night—this could be the night I found my mate, my chance to finally escape my uncle’s suffocating grasp. Every ounce of hope I had left was tied to this one event. I stood in front of the cracked mirror in our cabin, smoothing down my best dress—the one my mother had made for me before she died. My fingers trembled as I tried to braid my hair the way she used to. It had been so long since I felt beautiful since I believed I might be worth something. But tonight… Tonight was different. It had to be.As I entered the village, I felt the stares of the pack members brush against my skin. I couldn’t tell if they were looks of pity or indifference, but it didn’t matter. They all saw me the same way—a weak girl with nothing to offer. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the burning shame that was always bubbling at the surface. *Focus,*
Alex King’s POVThe night air was crisp and cold, the kind that cut right to the bone. I stood on the ridge overlooking the valley, my eyes fixed on the Devine Moon Stone we’d been searching for over a decade. For so long, it had been just a legend, a distant dream. But tonight, the air was thick with power, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Something was different. Something had shifted.A sudden movement caught my eye.I narrowed my gaze, watching as a figure stumbled into the clearing, small and fragile-looking against the stone’s towering presence. I looked behind her and saw three rogue beasts, I sped through the air and finished them in a jiffy. My heart stopped for a moment as I saw her—an unknown girl. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, the faint yellow gleam illuminating her tear-streaked face. I didn’t know her, but there was something... something familiar about her. Like a memory just out of reach.“What the hell is she doing here?” I
*Alex’s POV* The moon hung low in the sky, casting silvery beams through my window. I lay awake in my chamber, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts of the girl I had locked away. Lily. Her name echoed in my mind like a haunting melody, one I couldn’t shake off. It had been days since I’d forced her into servitude, and with each passing hour, the weight of my actions pressed down harder on my conscience.As sleep began to take hold, I found myself drifting into dreams. But these weren’t just any dreams. They were vivid, filled with images of her—Lily, with her radiant yellow eyes that seemed to glow even in the darkness. I saw her scrubbing the dungeon floor, her hands raw and bloodied, yet her spirit unbroken. Each night, she invaded my dreams, challenging me and defying me. It was infuriating and strangely alluring.In my dreams, she stood before me, not the frightened girl I had imprisoned, but a powerful figure, strong and defiant. I could feel the heat radiating
Alex’s POV I strode into the throne hall, my boots echoing against the marble floor. The room was tense, brimming with elders from the packs that owed allegiance to the Silver Moon Kingdom. Their faces were grim, their murmurs low. It didn’t take a genius to know this was no ordinary gathering. As I approached the central dais, my Beta, Marcus, stepped forward, his expression troubled. “My lord, the news is dire. The enemy has launched an attack on our kingdom’s walls.” “Where exactly?” I asked, trying to keep my tone calm, though my gut twisted at the thought. “The eastern gate,” Marcus replied. “Their forces number twenty thousand strong.” A heavy silence fell over the room. My jaw clenched as I turned to face the elders, whose worried expressions mirrored the gravity of the situation. “How many men do we have stationed there?” I demanded, my voice echoing through the hall. Elder Rowan, the oldest and most experienced among them, stepped forward. “Twelve thousand, my lo
As I turned to face the elder who dared question me, the tension in the throne room was palpable. My gaze swept over the circle of worried faces. “Our men are out there, fighting for us,” I said, my voice like steel. “I will not stand here like a coward while they shed their blood. I am the Alpha King. I lead. That is my charge.” No one dared speak as I stormed out of the room. The air outside was colder than it had been hours ago, but my blood burned hot. I made my way to the armory, its heavy oak doors creaking as I pushed them open. The scent of polished steel and leather greeted me, a familiar smell that always stirred a sense of purpose in my chest. I paused for a moment, letting my eyes roam over the weapons and armor lining the walls. This is it, I thought. Either I lead them to victory, or I die trying. I reached for my armor, the silver-etched breastplate that bore the crest of the Silver Moon Kingdom. As I fastened the clasps, the weight of the metal pressed ag
Alex POV The sounds of the battle rang in my ears as I watched my men struggle to hold the line. The wolfbane had taken its toll; my werewolves were barely able to keep their strength up. I could see it in their eyes, the fatigue, the desperation, but still, they fought on. I clenched my fists, feeling the cold wind bite against my exposed skin as the sun dipped lower behind the distant mountains. The hour Stella had promised us had passed, and still, there was no sign of her. The enemy forces grew bolder, and I knew we couldn’t last much longer. “They’re climbing the wall!” A soldier yelled, and I turned, watching in horror as more of the enemy swarmed the stone battlements. They were relentless, scaling the walls like spiders, their faces twisted in manic rage. But we held strong. We couldn’t give in. Not now. My breath came in quick, shallow gasps as I surveyed the chaos. I spotted a group of them carrying something large and bulky: wood, gasoline, and wires, headi
The air was thick with anticipation as Alex and I made our way through the dense forest, the night wrapping around us like a cloak. The sounds of distant animals and the rustling of leaves were the only things that accompanied our steps, but there was an eerie stillness to it. Every crack of a twig underfoot felt like it echoed in the silence, and my senses were heightened, on edge.“I can feel him,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I stopped for a moment, my hand gripping the tree beside me. The connection, the bond I had with the land and the magic, was pulsating through me, drawing me closer to Jake’s trail. The magic that had once felt foreign to me now hummed in harmony with my every movement. It was like a part of me I had to learn to control, but tonight, it felt like a force I couldn’t fight.Alex paused beside me, his eyes scanning the darkness. “I know. I can feel it too. But we need to stay focused. We can’t let our guard down not even for a second.”I nodded
Morgana’s laugh echoed through the camp, sending chills down my spine. “You think you can defeat us, Lily? You’re nothing but a puppet. Just like the others.” I forced myself to stand, fighting through the pain. “I’m not like them,” I whispered, my voice raw but full of defiance. At that moment, I realized something. This battle wasn’t just about defeating Morgana or Jake. It was about me. I had to fight for who I was and for everything I believed in. And I would not let them destroy me. I gathered all my strength and turned toward Alex, who was standing by, helpless. “Alex, help me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He nodded, his face filled with determination. “I’m right here, Lily. I’ll never leave you.” Together, we could finish this. Together, we could end Morgana’s reign. With Alex by my side, I focused on the magic inside me, drawing on it with everything I had left. The power surged, overwhelming the darkness that surrounded me. And then, with one final p
The battlefield still reeked of blood and magic, but the moment Morgana disappeared, an eerie silence settled over us. My heart pounded against my ribs as I stared at the empty space where she had stood just moments ago. The power I had unleashed still crackled in the air, but a sickening feeling twisted in my gut. She was gone. Not dead. Not defeated. Just gone. Alex reached me first, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight. His body was warm, but I could feel his exhaustion, his pain. His breath was ragged against my ear. “She got away,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his golden eyes clouded with concern. “Are you alright?” I nodded, though my body screamed otherwise. Every muscle burned, my magic still pulsing beneath my skin like an untamed storm. I had never felt power like this before raw, unyielding, almost uncontrollable. Alex’s gaze flicked to my hands, still glowing faintly with golden embers. He reached
The training grounds were eerily quiet, the cold morning air biting against my skin. The packhouse was still recovering from the battle, but there was no time to rest. Morgana was out there, waiting, planning. And I had to be ready. Lydia stood across from me, her expression unreadable. “Your magic is powerful, but it’s raw. Untamed. If you can’t control it, it will destroy you before Morgana even gets the chance.” I swallowed hard. I had no idea where to start. My wolf had always been my weapon, my strength, but magic? That was something foreign, something I didn’t understand. Alex sat nearby, his wounds freshly bandaged. He should have been resting, but of course, he refused to leave my side. He hadn’t spoken much since last night, but I could feel his worry pressing against me like a weight. Lydia took a step closer. “Close your eyes.” I hesitated before obeying, feeling the cool breeze against my skin. “Focus,” she instructed. “Magic isn’t just about power. It’s about
The night air was thick with tension. The entire pack had gathered around the sacred ground a clearing deep in the forest where rituals of great power had been conducted for centuries. Flames from the surrounding torches cast eerie shadows on the trees, their flickering light making everything feel more ominous. Alex stood beside me, his grip on my hand tight, his jaw clenched. I could feel the heat of his frustration, the fear he was trying so hard to conceal. “This is a mistake,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the whispers of the gathered wolves. “You don’t have to do this.” I turned to him, placing my free hand over his. “If we don’t end this now, she’ll never stop coming for us. For me.” His eyes darkened with raw emotion, and for a second, I thought he would argue again. But instead, he exhaled sharply, squeezing my hand before stepping back. Lydia moved forward, her expression solemn. “We don’t have much time. Morgana already senses what we’re dong.” I no
Morgana wearing Jake’s face, sighed dramatically., “You truly don’t know, do you?” She gestured to herself. “My magic isn’t just power, darling. It’s life itself. When you ripped my heart out, you thought you ended me. But all you did… was set me free.” I clenched my fists. “You’re lying.” Morgana’s smirk widened. “Am I?” A sharp pain shot through my stomach, making me gasp. My knees nearly buckled as I gripped my abdomen, my magic flaring wildly out of control. Alex caught me before I fell, his eyes flashing with worry. “Lily!” Morgana watched, satisfaction glinting in her stolen eyes. “You feel it, don’t you?” She stepped closer, tilting her head. “The bond between us? The power surging through your veins? That’s because you and I… we are connected now.” I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “I am nothing like you!” She chuckled. “No? Then why is my magic flowing through you?” My breathing hitched. No. No, it wasn’t possible. I had my own power. My own strengt
The battlefield was silent. The night sky, once thick with the scent of blood and magic, now seemed lighter, as if the weight of Morgana’s darkness had finally lifted. But even in victory, the air remained heavy, thick with the aftermath of war. I held Lily close, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest against mine. She was exhausted, her body trembling from the sheer power she had unleashed. My own strength had long since faded, but I refused to let go. The bodies of fallen warriors, both friend and foe, littered the ground around us. Alex's pack members, the rogues that had followed Jake, and even some of Morgana’s acolytes. Blood stained the earth beneath us, a painful reminder that every victory came at a cost. Lily stirred against me, her fingers weakly gripping my arm. “Is it over?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from exhaustion. I pressed my forehead against hers. “It’s over,” I promised. “Morgana is gone. Jake… he has nothing left.” A broken growl cut throug
I could feel the blood pouring from my wound as I struggled to stay conscious, my vision blurring, the world around me spinning. Jake’s mocking laughter echoed in my ears, but it was distant, as though it were coming from underwater. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. My body was breaking, and the pain was overwhelming. “You think you can stop this?” Jake sneered, his voice cutting through the haze of my fading thoughts. “You think you can stop Morgana? She’s already won. The ritual is almost complete. Your precious little mate is nothing more than a pawn.” I could barely comprehend his words, my thoughts muddled, clouded by the deep, gnawing pain in my side. But one thing remained crystal clear. Lily. I had to save her. No matter the cost.I fought to keep my eyelids open, to stay in the moment. The world was slipping away, but I couldn’t afford to lose myself now. Not when she was so close. Lily was still alive, and I wasn’t going to let Morgana take her. I could hear
The air was thick with the energy Lily had unleashed, still crackling with raw power. The aftermath of her magic’s explosion had left the earth beneath us in ruins, cracked and scorched as if the very foundations of the world had been shaken. Morgana’s presence, once overpowering and commanding, now seemed weak and withered by the very force she had sought to control. But the danger wasn’t over. I could feel the dark force rising again, its final remnants refusing to die. Morgana was not one to give up so easily.“Lily…” I breathed, still feeling the tremors of her magic coursing through me. She was standing, no longer floating, but her body still pulsed with an energy, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was as if she had become a conduit for something far beyond us.“I’m not done yet,” Morgana’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with venom. Her eyes glowed with a sickly green light, her once delicate features twisted with rage and desperation. “This power… it’s mine. You are n