Cameron's P.O.V My eyes fluttered open as the sunlight hit my face. At first, I didn't have any clue as to what was happening. Why was I lying outside the pack-house? That too on the floor and in the open? What on earth was going on? And then flashes from last night came to mind. Of the party…I was dancing with Freya…and then the guards came to warn us…the fog! "Freya!" I whispered hoarsely, sitting up on the floor. But what I saw all around me had my blood freezing in my veins. My packmates, my friends, my parents…they were all lying on the ground beside me, unmoving and unconscious. "Mom! Dad!" I crawled over to them as fast as I could, checking to see if they were still breathing. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw their chests moving ever so slowly. "Mom! Dad!" I shook them this time, trying to wake them up. "Cam?" My father was the first to open his eyes. "Wh-what's going on?" &qu
Freya's P.O.V "Maggie?" I looked at her incredulously. "What are you doing? Why are you here?" "Wouldn't you want to know?" Maggie gave me a smile that was just…off. "But not to worry, we have plenty of time to catch up on our chit-chat. First, change out of that gown if you want it to be intact by the end of all this." "Maggie! What is even going on?" I snapped at her. "What exactly is 'all this'? What are you even doing here? And what does Mrs. Kovac have to do with anything?" Maggie threw back her head and laughed. "Mrs. Kovac-Esmeralda is my aunt and the future Crone of the coven. She has promised my entry back into the coven, once I brought you over. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you?" "What on earth are you going on about?" I snapped at her once again, holding on to my temper via a thread of patience. "You think talking in riddles is making you look c
Cameron's P.O.V "How could this have happened?" My father slammed his fists against the wooden table, causing a dent in it. I'd never seen him have outbursts like this before, but even I was just as furious as him today, maybe even more. We had taken all precautions possible! We had set up guards! We had the Amethyst coven bloody set up magic shields to not let any other witch enter into the pack-house! Then how? How could they so easily take away Freya? How could all of our guards, the witches, and even all of us wolves become sitting ducks while Freya was abducted? "We had everything in place!" My father said now, reflect my earlier thoughts. "The security was air-tight!" "Magic cannot be stopped physically." Sanaya spoke from her seat. "The fog couldn't enter the pack-house, so they lured us out." "But I was right next to Freya!" Sarah managed to stutter out. "But I couldn't sense her at a
Freya's P.O.V Freya…Freya… Who was it? Who was calling me? The voice sounded so familiar. So close…yet so distant… Freya… A hand brushed over my forehead, jolting me awake…and I opened my eyes to my mother's face looming over me. "Mom?" I sat up quickly, startled and afraid; but there was no blood falling from her cheeks today. Her face was the same as I remembered from my childhood; beautiful and kind. And she was smiling at me. We were in our backyard, in our old house. It was before our house turned into a place of ruin. The old oak tree at the very end of our fence was still green and shady and the afternoon sun was warm on my face as a cool breeze blew through the flowering gardens that my mother used to maintain all by herself. I was still wearing the gown from the party, so I was glad that my mom could see a prettier version of me. Mom on the other hand, wore her favourite floral red and white dress that my dad had gifted
Cameron's P.O.V "We need to find a way to get Freya back!" I told the witches and my father. "There is no way that I'm letting them take away her magic so they can take her life! We have to save her!" "Son, we're all trying-" "Trying?" I snapped at my father, my Alpha, cutting him off. "All we are doing is sitting inside a room and chatting around merrily while my 'mate' is out there, god knows in what condition! Would you be 'trying' if this was mom in Freya's place?" "Cameron!" My father growled at me, the sound fierce as it echoed around the room. My wolf whined inside my head, because even though I was the future Alpha, my powers were nowhere near as dominant as his. But still I didn't back down. My mate was in danger. And I was done sitting around! "Calm down, both of you! Arguing amongst ourselves will only waste more time, especially when we have no clue where to look for Freya i
Freya's P.O.V "My coven just used me to get to you," Maggie's voice sounded lifeless. "They told me they'll extract your magic and give it to me, to make me powerful…but now my great-grandmother told me that I helped them for the greater good. That it was my duty to those who had brought me up…fed me and nourished me till I turned eighteen…and that was it…" I didn't like the way it sounded. Maggie's great-grandmother sounded like a dick, but that wasn't my concern. I didn't like the way Maggie's eyes looked so dead…as if she was exhausted inside. "She said it like it was my fault for being born into the coven…" Maggie looked up into my eyes then and my heart thrashed against my ribcage in fear. There was just something off about her expression that I couldn't pinpoint. "I was thrown out of my own coven; my own parents didn't want me anymore…all because I was the spare. But then that demon they hired to try to find you…when he failed
Freya's P.O.V The hallways seemed to stretch on forever as I walked past several wooden doors, all with their own intricate detailing. The pictures were all of the supernatural world, of wolves and witches. Women gathered around a cauldron and wolves howling at the moon. At one of walls, hung a tapestry where there was a woven picture of what I assumed was the Moon Goddess. A woman stood in front of the full moon, her white hair blowing back in the wind and her robe took up most of the picture. And at the bottom of them were wolves. They were all looking up at the Goddess in awe, whose ethereal beauty could be seen even through the painting. I knew I was distracting myself from my impending doom by focusing on thing that were probably irrelevant. Maggie and Esmeralda walked on either side of me, guiding me to where the 'ceremonial hall' was. The Chrone, the head of the coven and the twin sister to my mother's grandmother, was waiting to perform her ceremony. She
Cameron's P.O.V A bright light filled the forest, blinding us momentarily as all three of us came to a halt. 'It's her!' Sarah's urgent voice filled my head. 'I can sense her now!' 'Let's change!' I told her and we immediately scattered behind the shadows of the forest giants to change into the t-shirts and shorts that we had been carrying in our mouths. Within seconds, we were running on our feet in the direction of the light. 'Found the house!' I told Sarah as we broke out of the woods and came to a stop at the edge of a property that had a two storied house in the middle of it. The light was coming from one side of the house on the ground floor. It was probably where Freya was. "Ah!" Sarah fell to the ground, clutching the back of her head. "Sarah!" Darcia and I were both at her side instantly. "What's wrong?" "I-It's not m-me…" Sarah managed to groan out. She looked like she was in a lot of pain
Lilac's P.O.V It's been a long ride and a very eventful one at that and anytime I think about what Krimson and I have been through, I'm just grateful we had the strength to go through everything we went through and we were able to come out of it even stronger than how we were before. As the sun cast its warm, golden rays across the university campus, I found myself sitting on a bench, the weight of decisions pressing against my chest. The soft whispers of the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze mirrored the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. Krimson, my mate, had offered a future tied to our pack, an enticing prospect for many, but not for me. I gazed at the sprawling grounds, feeling a tug in my heart that wasn't just about academic pursuits. The university held promises beyond the textbooks and lectures. It offered freedom—freedom to carve my own identity, to explore knowledge that extended far beyond the boundaries of our pack's traditions. I yearned to brea
Krimson's P.O.V I woke up to the pale light filtering through the hospital room, the faint beeping of monitors sounding in the background. My vision was hazy at first, the events leading up to this moment a jumbled mess in my mind. As I blinked and slowly tried to focus, the first thing that became clear was Lilac's form, peacefully asleep in a chair next to my bed. Relief washed over me as memories flooded back, fragments piecing together into a coherent narrative. "Lilac," I whispered softly, my voice hoarse from disuse. She stirred slightly, a faint flutter of eyelashes against her cheeks, but she remained deep in slumber. The sight of her there, unwavering by my side, despite everything that had transpired, filled me with an inexplicable warmth. I couldn't help but recall the chaos of that night—the confrontation, the whirlwind of emotions, and then the blankness as consciousness slipped away from me. But here I was, waking up to her steadfast presence. It m
Lilac's P.O.V I watched Silver hurl accusations at me, adding to my guilt. I wanted to explain, to make her understand that it wasn't intentional, that the circumstances had shifted beyond my control. But words seemed to desert me in that moment as I grappled with the weight of her accusation. However, Krimson's voice echoed in the room then, commanding even though weak. "Silver, it's not Lilac's fault," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I made the decision. I took action to protect." Silver's gaze snapped toward Krimson, her eyes filled with disbelief. "What are you saying, Krimson? You hated her, didn't you? Then why would you risk your life to save her?" Krimson shook his head solemnly. "No, Silver. I never hated Lilac, it was our circumstances that I hated. It felt like the Goddess had played a cruel joke on me. But I couldn't run away from a bond fated by the goddess herself, Silver. I had caused Lilac enough pain as it is…I
Lilac's P.O.V I nodded, my mind racing with the urgency of the situation. I moved towards Silver, hoping against hope that all of this worked. "Silver…" I called out to her slowly, making her head snap in my direction. "Please…you need to stop all of this." But Silver's face twisted in a sinister smirk. "It's too late to stop any of this, Lilac. This ends with one of us." "It doesn't have to be that way, Silvia." I shook my head, pleading with her. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Del approaching her steadily from behind her, while I kept on engaging her in conversion. "It does, Lilac." Silver snapped at me, turning her body around so she was facing me completely. "You don't understand-" It was all Del needed, for her to turn away, so that our plan worked. Without wasting a second, he came up behind Silver and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her in place as he took her by surprise
Lilac's P.O.V For a moment, time seemed suspended, the tableau frozen in an eerie stillness. Silver hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and Krimson, the dagger held poised in the air, its lethal purpose momentarily forgotten in the face of Krimson's interruption. "Step away from her, Silver," Krimson's voice cut through the tension, unwavering and authoritative. His stance was firm, commanding obedience without question. The grip of Silver's magic lessened, the pressure easing just enough for me to draw a ragged breath. My muscles protested as I struggled against the binds anew, though I didn't dare to take my eyes off Silver, her expression a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - anger, desperation, and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "Krimson, you shouldn't be here," Silver's voice wavered, a tremor betraying the turmoil within her. Her grip on the dagger faltered, uncertainty clouding her features. "You know I couldn't stand by and
Lilac's P.O.V The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackled around us like a storm waiting to break. "Silver, you're fooling yourself if you think you can wield that kind of power," I said softly, my gaze fixed on the gleaming knife in her hands. "You're not a true Silver Alpha Breeder, you never will be. You can't ever access my full potential." Silver's laughter cut through the serene air, a sound that held a hint of something darker beneath its surface. "Oh, you have no idea, do you?" Her eyes glinted with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You underestimate what a witch can do, what I can do. I'm part wolf, part witch. I'm a hybrid that is already stronger than both a wolf and a witch! There's nothing I cannot do, Lilac!" "You think I chose you to lead our pack because of some noble sentiment? No, Lilac." Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "I chose you because I knew the stronger you became, the more that dormant p
Lilac's P.O.V My eyes brimmed with confusion and hurt as I confronted Silver in the dimly lit room I was being held captive in. "Did you…ever really consider me a friend, Silver?" my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation, my heart aching with the weight of betrayal. Silver, her gaze heavy with sorrow and a haunted past, met my eyes. "I used to belong to a peaceful pack, a pack that had been my home since the day I was born," she began, her voice tinged with a raw emotion that spoke volumes of her pain. "We lived in harmony, in unity. It was everything to me." Tears welled up in Silver's eyes, reflecting the agony of memories etched deep within her soul. "Your father," she whispered, the words heavy with anguish. "He... he attacked our pack. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the land, he led a brutal assault." I felt my heart ache for the woman that I had once considered my biggest alley, but now, she had turned out to be my bigges
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s