Amara’s POVThe next few days were a blur. I couldn’t shake the memory of that strange power surging through me. I avoided Elian, not ready to face his questions—or my own. But he didn’t give up on me. I found him waiting for me one crisp morning, leaning casually against the wrought iron gate. His sharp gray eyes softened when they met mine. “We’re doing this again,” he said, no preamble, no hesitation. I groaned, brushing past him. “I don’t have time for this.” “You don’t have time to figure out what you’re capable of?” he asked, falling into step beside me. “You’re stronger than you think, Amara, but ignoring it won’t make it go away.” I stopped and turned to face him. “And what if I don’t want to be strong? What if I just want to be... normal?” He tilted his head, studying me. “Do you really believe that? After everything you’ve been through?” His words struck a chord. Normal wasn’t something I’d had the luxury of for a long time. Maybe it was time to accept that I never wo
Amara’s POVThe rogue attack had been a turning point. Not just for the blood spilled or the secrets revealed, but for the fire ignited within me. A fire that refused to be extinguished. After Kane’s retreat, Elian and I returned to the forest cabin. The air was thick with the promise of change, and for the first time in a long while, I felt it too. My power, raw and untamed, was no longer just a spark. It was a storm waiting to be unleashed. “Elian,” I said the next morning, my voice resolute. “I need to be stronger. I need to control this.” He studied me, his blue eyes searching mine for hesitation. When he found none, he nodded. “Then let’s begin.” Our training pushed me to my limits and beyond. Elian didn’t hold back, testing my endurance, my focus, my will. Each lesson was more grueling than the last, but I welcomed it. “Your magic isn’t just a weapon,” Elian explained, watching as I summoned a glowing orb of fire in my palm. “It’s a part of you, Amara. It’s your essence. St
Amara’s POVThe morning had been a blur of whispers and stolen glances. The entire school seemed to be buzzing with the fact that I was back, stronger, different.I caught snippets of conversations in the hallways: “Did you see her? She’s not the same Amara.”“She looks... powerful. Untouchable.” “Do you think she’ll even talk to them again?”It was strange, hearing people talk about me as though I were a legend or some untouchable force. If only they knew the truth—that beneath the hardened exterior, I was still the girl who had once been shattered into pieces. I was trying to hold myself together when I saw him. Ryder stood in the parking lot, leaning against a lamppost, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His hair was messy, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes searched the crowd until they found mine. A lump formed in my throat. My chest tightened, memories of his betrayal flashing through my mind like a cruel montage. Kiera, my wolf, growled low in my head
Amara’s POVThe night had fallen with an eerie quietness, the kind that made everything feel a little too still. I sat near the window, gazing up at the moon. Its soft glow bathed the room in a pale light, offering a small sense of peace in the chaos that had overtaken my life. The sound of footsteps broke the silence, and I stiffened. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was. Caden. He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his eyes shadowed with a deep sadness that mirrored the storm brewing inside me. I hadn’t expected him to be here—not after everything that had happened. “Caden,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”His eyes locked with mine, and I saw something flicker in them—pain, guilt, and a loneliness I could almost touch. It made my chest ache. “How did you know where I live?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “I asked around. I.
Amara's POV Next morning at school I sat at my desk, trying to steady my breathing. My mind was a storm—last night with Caden, his brokenness, his confession. His pain was etched in my mind like a scar. He wasn’t lying. I could feel it in the way his voice trembled, the way his body seemed to shatter in my presence. But what could I do? His words didn’t erase the betrayals or the wounds they had inflicted. I brushed away the thoughts and dressed for school. Elian, sensing my unease, gave me a subtle nod before I left the house. “You’re ready, Amara. Whatever happens today, remember who you’ve become.” The reminder bolstered my courage, even if only slightly. When I arrived at school, the familiar whispers began. My presence, once timid and invisible, now commanded attention. Heads turned, and I could feel their stares lingering. I ignored them, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of my steps. I was walking toward my locker when I felt the presence. Not one, but two. “Amara.”
Ryder’s POV The tension in the house had been unbearable for days, and it was only getting worse. I couldn’t even step into a room without Jaxon’s glare burning a hole through me. Caden was barely speaking to anyone, lost in his thoughts and sulking in the shadows. This curse wasn’t just destroying Amara—it was tearing us apart. I was sitting in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey and staring blankly at the fireplace when the door slammed open. Jaxon stormed in, his face flushed with anger. “You’re a real piece of work, Ryder,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What now, Jaxon?” “You don’t even care, do you?” he snarled, stepping closer. “You’re the reason she left. You’re the reason everything is falling apart!” I stood, setting the glass down with a loud thunk. “Don’t pin this all on me. We all had a hand in hurting her, or did you forget your little stunt with Stephanie?” His fist came flying before I could react, connectin
Amara's POV The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class, but I couldn’t care less. My head was pounding, my chest felt heavy, and my wolf’s restless energy made it hard to focus. The weight of everything—the photographs, the betrayal, Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, Selena, Stephanie—it was all crashing down on me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my bag and bolted from the classroom, ignoring the teacher’s voice calling after me. The hallway was thankfully empty as I made my way to the washroom. Once inside, I locked the stall door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. The silence was deafening, and the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress came rushing back. Sliding down to the floor, I buried my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely. My wolf stirred inside me, her anguish matching my own. “Why do you still hurt for them?” she asked, her voice sharp but laced with pain. “They don’t deserve your tears.”“I know,” I whispered aloud, my voice trembling.
Amara’s POV The familiar scent of ink and paper filled the air as I pushed open the heavy doors of the school library. The quietness here was a reprieve from the chaos of the hallways, where girls swooned and giggled, whispering excitedly about the triplet brothers. Ryder, Jaxon, and Caden had enrolled in my high school a few days ago, and their arrival had turned my world upside down. Despite everything we had been through together, I couldn’t shake the tension that followed me like a shadow. The triplets were used to being the center of attention, their powerful presence drawing people toward them like moths to a flame. The girls at school were no exception. They fawned over the brothers as if they were celebrities. But I hated it. I hated the way the girls hung on their every word, and more than that, I hated the way they always seemed to find me, even when I tried to stay far away. Today, I had a free period and all I wanted was to escape to the library, bury myself in books,
Amara's POV The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class, but I couldn’t care less. My head was pounding, my chest felt heavy, and my wolf’s restless energy made it hard to focus. The weight of everything—the photographs, the betrayal, Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, Selena, Stephanie—it was all crashing down on me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my bag and bolted from the classroom, ignoring the teacher’s voice calling after me. The hallway was thankfully empty as I made my way to the washroom. Once inside, I locked the stall door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. The silence was deafening, and the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress came rushing back. Sliding down to the floor, I buried my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely. My wolf stirred inside me, her anguish matching my own. “Why do you still hurt for them?” she asked, her voice sharp but laced with pain. “They don’t deserve your tears.”“I know,” I whispered aloud, my voice trembling.
Ryder’s POV The tension in the house had been unbearable for days, and it was only getting worse. I couldn’t even step into a room without Jaxon’s glare burning a hole through me. Caden was barely speaking to anyone, lost in his thoughts and sulking in the shadows. This curse wasn’t just destroying Amara—it was tearing us apart. I was sitting in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey and staring blankly at the fireplace when the door slammed open. Jaxon stormed in, his face flushed with anger. “You’re a real piece of work, Ryder,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What now, Jaxon?” “You don’t even care, do you?” he snarled, stepping closer. “You’re the reason she left. You’re the reason everything is falling apart!” I stood, setting the glass down with a loud thunk. “Don’t pin this all on me. We all had a hand in hurting her, or did you forget your little stunt with Stephanie?” His fist came flying before I could react, connectin
Amara's POV Next morning at school I sat at my desk, trying to steady my breathing. My mind was a storm—last night with Caden, his brokenness, his confession. His pain was etched in my mind like a scar. He wasn’t lying. I could feel it in the way his voice trembled, the way his body seemed to shatter in my presence. But what could I do? His words didn’t erase the betrayals or the wounds they had inflicted. I brushed away the thoughts and dressed for school. Elian, sensing my unease, gave me a subtle nod before I left the house. “You’re ready, Amara. Whatever happens today, remember who you’ve become.” The reminder bolstered my courage, even if only slightly. When I arrived at school, the familiar whispers began. My presence, once timid and invisible, now commanded attention. Heads turned, and I could feel their stares lingering. I ignored them, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of my steps. I was walking toward my locker when I felt the presence. Not one, but two. “Amara.”
Amara’s POVThe night had fallen with an eerie quietness, the kind that made everything feel a little too still. I sat near the window, gazing up at the moon. Its soft glow bathed the room in a pale light, offering a small sense of peace in the chaos that had overtaken my life. The sound of footsteps broke the silence, and I stiffened. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was. Caden. He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his eyes shadowed with a deep sadness that mirrored the storm brewing inside me. I hadn’t expected him to be here—not after everything that had happened. “Caden,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”His eyes locked with mine, and I saw something flicker in them—pain, guilt, and a loneliness I could almost touch. It made my chest ache. “How did you know where I live?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “I asked around. I.
Amara’s POVThe morning had been a blur of whispers and stolen glances. The entire school seemed to be buzzing with the fact that I was back, stronger, different.I caught snippets of conversations in the hallways: “Did you see her? She’s not the same Amara.”“She looks... powerful. Untouchable.” “Do you think she’ll even talk to them again?”It was strange, hearing people talk about me as though I were a legend or some untouchable force. If only they knew the truth—that beneath the hardened exterior, I was still the girl who had once been shattered into pieces. I was trying to hold myself together when I saw him. Ryder stood in the parking lot, leaning against a lamppost, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His hair was messy, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes searched the crowd until they found mine. A lump formed in my throat. My chest tightened, memories of his betrayal flashing through my mind like a cruel montage. Kiera, my wolf, growled low in my head
Amara’s POVThe rogue attack had been a turning point. Not just for the blood spilled or the secrets revealed, but for the fire ignited within me. A fire that refused to be extinguished. After Kane’s retreat, Elian and I returned to the forest cabin. The air was thick with the promise of change, and for the first time in a long while, I felt it too. My power, raw and untamed, was no longer just a spark. It was a storm waiting to be unleashed. “Elian,” I said the next morning, my voice resolute. “I need to be stronger. I need to control this.” He studied me, his blue eyes searching mine for hesitation. When he found none, he nodded. “Then let’s begin.” Our training pushed me to my limits and beyond. Elian didn’t hold back, testing my endurance, my focus, my will. Each lesson was more grueling than the last, but I welcomed it. “Your magic isn’t just a weapon,” Elian explained, watching as I summoned a glowing orb of fire in my palm. “It’s a part of you, Amara. It’s your essence. St
Amara’s POVThe next few days were a blur. I couldn’t shake the memory of that strange power surging through me. I avoided Elian, not ready to face his questions—or my own. But he didn’t give up on me. I found him waiting for me one crisp morning, leaning casually against the wrought iron gate. His sharp gray eyes softened when they met mine. “We’re doing this again,” he said, no preamble, no hesitation. I groaned, brushing past him. “I don’t have time for this.” “You don’t have time to figure out what you’re capable of?” he asked, falling into step beside me. “You’re stronger than you think, Amara, but ignoring it won’t make it go away.” I stopped and turned to face him. “And what if I don’t want to be strong? What if I just want to be... normal?” He tilted his head, studying me. “Do you really believe that? After everything you’ve been through?” His words struck a chord. Normal wasn’t something I’d had the luxury of for a long time. Maybe it was time to accept that I never wo
Amara’s POVThe air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew as the sun cast a golden glow over the park. Elian had insisted we meet here for “something different,” and I had reluctantly agreed, unsure of what to expect. When I arrived, I found him waiting by a clearing, dressed casually in a black hoodie and joggers. He looked like he belonged there—calm, composed, and in control. “You’re late,” he teased, a small grin tugging at his lips. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “What’s this all about, Elian?” His grin widened. “Self-defense lessons.” I blinked. “Self-defense?” He nodded, stepping closer. “You need to know how to protect yourself, Amara. Life’s unpredictable, and it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” I frowned, feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity. “And you’re the expert now?” “Let’s just say I’ve had my share of training,” he said cryptically, his gray eyes glinting with amusement. “Now, are you going to argue, or do you want to learn?” “Okay,” he began, stand
Amara’s POV"Are you okay?" Alex asked, his voice softer now. I nodded shakily, my heart still racing. "I... I think so." He reached out, his hand brushing against my cheek. "You’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you." I looked up at him, gratitude and something else swirling in my chest. "Thank you, Alex. You saved me." Before he could respond, another voice interrupted us. "Amara!" I turned to see Ryder."Are you okay?" Ryder asked.“I’m fine,” I cut him off coldly, stepping away from him. Ryder’s expression fell, but he pressed on. "Amara, please. I know I’ve hurt you, but I need to explain. I—" “Enough!” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger. "I don’t want to hear your excuses, Ryder. You don’t get to act concerned after everything you’ve done." He reached out to me, desperation in his eyes. "Amara, I made a mistake. I was weak, and I hate myself for it. But I love you. I always have—" Before he could finish, my hand flew across his face, the sound of the slap echo