Alexander's POV The second day from the last. The city lights shimmered against the approaching dusk as I walked Olivia home. Her laughter echoed in the evening air, sounding like a melody that soothed the restless beast inside me. It was a sound I hoped never to part with. "Thank you for walking me back," she said, casting me a warm, sincere smile. "Of course," I replied, my voice steady but laced with unspoken fears. As we strolled side by side, I couldn't ignore the warmth of her hand in mine. My fingers grazed over the symbol etched on my skin, and suddenly, it burned—a cruel reminder of the impending full moon ceremony and the unanswered questions gnawing at me—questions I needed resolved if I were to protect Olivia and our twins, Liam and Sarah. As we reached her hotel, I felt a wave of unease. We entered the lobby and took the elevator, the silence between us filled with electric anticipation. Finally, we stood outside her room. "Well, this is it," I said, the words tastin
Olivia's POVOne day before the full moon ceremony. The warmth of the bed and the rhythmic rise and fall of Alexander’s chest beneath my ear brought me a comfort I hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. The world might be spinning with threats and turmoil, but wrapped in his arms. I felt cocooned from it all. Every muscle in my body, so used to tension, found peace in his arms. For once, the insistent hum of worry that usually plagued my thoughts was silenced. As I drifted into sleep, a familiar scene unfolded before me. Two white wolves glistened against the backdrop of silver moonlight, their fur almost ethereal. They circled around me, their eyes holding a wisdom I yearned to understand. This dream was no stranger to me, but tonight, there was a palpable urgency to it. The wolves' eyes met mine, and suddenly, I felt as though I was standing on the cusp of understanding something huge. Their gaze pierced through the veil of sleep, bringing with it a rush of emotions—fear,
Alexander’s POV Closing Olivia’s door behind me, I felt the weight of yesterday’s intimacy settle in my bones. It was a night I wouldn't soon forget, but the symbol on my hand burned with a persistent ache that reminded me of my duties. As I headed down the dimly lit corridor, my thoughts were clouded by the full moon ceremony, Olivia’s dreams, and the ominous connection between them. I nearly collided with Victor in the hallway. His tall frame loomed just ahead, his expression calm yet knowing. He gave me a discerning look as I approached, and I could almost see the questions forming in his amber eyes. “Good morning, Alexander,” Victor greeted, his voice smooth yet carrying a hint of curiosity. “Morning,” I replied, trying to keep my voice as steady as his, though my mind was a turbulent storm. Victor’s gaze shifted to my hand, where the mysterious symbol had made its presence known. “Have you had any luck finding out more about that symbol?” I looked down at my hand, flexing
Alexanders povStanding outside the door to the elder’s office, I hesitated. The weight of my confession loomed over me like a storm cloud ready to break. I took a deep breath and adjusted my glove, making sure the mark on my hand was hidden. The last thing I needed was for the elders to see it and complicate matters even further. I knocked a hollow sound echoing in the quiet hallway. My mind was a tangled mess. I knew that I couldn’t tell them the complete truth; I had to protect Olivia and Lidia at all costs, even if that meant putting myself in the firing line. “Enter,” a gravelly voice commanded from within. I pushed the door open and made my way inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old books and candles. The elders sat around a long, ornate table, their expressions varying from curious to indifferent. Victor's threat echoed in my mind. “What is it, Alexander? I hope this interruption is important,” Elder Greyson, the head elder, remarked, not lookin
Olivia's POVI closed my eyes, and the two white wolves appeared straight away. What did they want? And why couldn’t I work their message out? Letting out a loud sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, pushing aside the questions that tormented my waking hours. I had to find someone who could help me work this out, and the only person I could think of was Victor. After slipping on a simple dress, I looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection was both foreign and familiar: a woman who had grown from a weak, wolfless girl into a strong, resilient mother. I smoothed my hair, tucked a stray lock behind my ear, and took a deep breath before heading out of my room. Descending the stairs, the sound of voices reached my ears, pulling me from my thoughts. As I rounded the last corner, I saw Victor standing near the desk, talking to one of the hotel's staff. His authoritative presence filled the room. “Victor,” I called out, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. He turned to
Olivias povLater that night, I slid into bed next to Alexander, the warmth of his body immediately soothing my lingering anxieties. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the night outside and Alexander's rhythmic breathing. His presence was a grounding force, anchoring me against the storm of emotions and fears brewing within me. Slowly, I closed my eyes, seeking refuge in the comfort his proximity provided. As sleep finally began to claim me, the dream returned with startling clarity. I found myself standing in a dense, shadowed forest, the scent of pine and earth enveloping me. The sky above was painted in the pale hues of twilight, casting an otherworldly glow on the surroundings. Then they appeared—two white wolves, their fur shimmering under the ethereal light. Their eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, met mine, and a familiar sense of urgency surged through me. "Please," I called out, my voice echoing into the forest. "I need answers. What do you want from me?" The wolve
Olivias povI spent the whole day tucked away in my room, devouring every book I could find about spirit wolves, dark rogues, and even ones about dreams. Each page turned was a desperate grasp for understanding, but nothing held the answers I sought. As the golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on scattered volumes, the door creaked open. Victor stepped into the room, his presence a mix of authority and familial concern. "Olivia," he began, his voice low and calm. "We need to leave soon for the full moon ceremony." I let out a loud sigh and closed the book in front of me, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose to stave off the impending headache. "I haven’t found anything, Victor. Spirit wolves and dark rogues seem like nothing more than bedtime stories." Victor crossed the room, his expression softening as he took a seat beside me. "Stop worrying so much. The dreams probably don’t mean anything." "You're probably right," I conceded,
Olivia’s POV The moonlight surrounded me, its ethereal glow bathing every inch of my skin in a luminous embrace. Every muscle in my body felt alive, buzzing with an energy I'd never known. As if in sync, the mark on Alexander's hand flared, scorching with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Yet, the brilliance around me far surpassed the glow of his mark. Panic gripped me as every eye in the clearing turned to stare. My heart raced, echoing in my ears. I took a hesitant step away from the moonlight, feeling an overwhelming urge to escape its relentless pull. "This is a mistake," I murmured, my voice trembling. But as I tried to step out of the light, it seemed to cling to me, pulling me back with an invisible force. My feet left the ground. I wasn't standing anymore—I was hovering, the moonlight holding me aloft. Power surged through me, making me feel invincible and yet utterly out of control. My hair cascaded down my back, growing longer and shimmering like spun sil
Reed’s POVThe forest was quiet, the only noises the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife. My leg throbbed with every stride, the pain a consistent companion during my escape, but it fueled my resolve rather than diminished it. I leaned heavily on my makeshift crutch, every step deliberate, every breath a challenge overcome.How long had I been on the run now? Time was a shapeless blur, marking moments only by the exhaustion that weighed on my bones. The elders’ guards pursued me tirelessly, and Alexander’s as well, all seeking my head. I had played my cards poorly, underestimating the strength of my enemies and overreaching my ambition—or so they thought. Maybe there was truth in it. Perhaps I needed this moment, this fall, to truly measure the darkness within me and to harness it against those who wronged me.I knew Olivia had what I needed to rise again—her power, her essence. Once she recognised that we were meant to be, she would come around. I could almost f
Alexander’s POVThe grand palace gates opened before us, the magnificent structure standing as a testament to our return and the resilience we'd found within ourselves. As the carriage came to a stop, I watched as Olivia took in the scene. Her gaze was both wistful and hopeful, a blend of emotions she wore eloquently.“Daddy, can we go play?” Liam’s eager voice brought my attention back to our lively twins, who were practically vibrating with excitement.“Yes, but be careful,” I chuckled, unable to resist the buoyant energy only children possessed. "Stay within the gardens."With a flurry of giggles, they bolted off, leaving behind an iridescent trail of joy in their wake. Olivia stood beside me, a serene presence amidst the chaos. I watched her eyes follow the twins, a softness etching across her features.The warmth of the sun bathed us, the golden glow amplifying the sense of homecoming that swelled within my chest. “It feels so good to be home,” Olivia murmured, her head finding a
Alexander’s POVThe carriage rolled over the crest of the hill, unveiling the sprawling kingdom beneath us. My heart felt a gentle release, the homecoming marking the end of turmoil. Olivia sat beside me, her presence as comforting as the view before us. The twins, Liam and Sarah, bounced in their seats, their excitement contagious. After what felt like an eternity of darkness and trials, being home seemed like a new dawn.“We're home,” Olivia said softly, her voice like a soothing melody that wrapped around the world, infusing it with warmth and love.I looked over at her, my heart swelling with a gratitude I couldn’t quite express in words. Her smile was like the sun piercing through the overcast sky of our past struggles. “Yes, we are,” I replied, feeling the tensions of the past slowly slipping away.The twins burst out of the carriage the moment it came to a halt, their laughter echoing around us as they raced toward the palace. Their footfalls were light against the ground, a st
Reeds povI didn't know how long I had been trapped in that cave with the witches' burnt and rotting bodies. Everything was a blur, and my mind struggled to piece things together, only fragments passing through every now and again like echoes of a fading nightmare. I vaguely remembered their chants, the strange words resonating in a rhythm that seemed to align with the throbbing pain in my leg. Natasha lay nearby, her eyes open but unseeing, a haunting reminder of what happened when the moon's light came through that cursed cave.As the days passed, the fog obscuring my thoughts began to lift. My survival instincts took over, pushing me toward a gruelling reality: I needed to escape, to move before they found me.With grim determination, I dragged myself from the darkness of the cave, the memory of Natasha and the others burning in my mind. I felt disconnected from the world around me, hollowed out and raw from the loss of my leg. Pain lanced through me with each movement, a constant
Olivia's POV"Olivia, please, rest a bit more," Alexander entreated gently, echoing the concern etched into every line of his face.I shook my head, feeling a vibrant energy coursing through me. "I can’t, Alexander. I’m fine. There’s something I need to tell everyone," I insisted, leaving no room for argument.He hesitated, the protector within him battling his respect for my strength and autonomy. He nodded finally, prioritising my needs, even as the remnants of his worry shimmered in the space between us. "Alright," he conceded, a soft smile breaking through the storm.With a sweep of the moment, new resolve firmed my steps as I dressed, each garment a shield of confidence and renewed purpose. As I moved with care not to wake the twins, the thrill of life seemed to pulse through my veins.Word of my rise had spread quicker than wildfire, and as I stepped out, taking in the warmth of the morning sun, I found a vast sea of faces waiting. Their collective expectation hummed in the air,
Olivia's povI watched as Selene turned to leave, her steps light and deliberate as though she floated. My heart clenched, a surge of questions and emotions compelling me to follow. “Wait, please! I still have so many things to ask you,” I called out, my voice catching in the chilly air.She paused, turning back toward me with a serene smile that held the weight of ages in its curves. "When we meet again, I will answer all that you have to ask, but I hope that is not for many more moons," Selene promised, her eyes twinkling with ancient wisdom.The promise in her words was comforting yet bittersweet. I nodded, grappling with the sense of finality that lingered in the moonlit air.“It’s time for you to go now. There are many hearts missing you dearly. Go celebrate your victory.” Selene said, bowing her head slightly.Before I could reply, she seemed to dissolve into the starlit sky, vanishing as if carried away by the winds of time. The scene around me darkened, the picturesque world s
Olivia's povMy gaze drifted over the shimmering expanse of the ocean, a melody of thoughts threading through my mind. Despite the beauty surrounding me, an invisible weight tugged at my soul, reminding me of the battles still to fight and the loved ones I needed to protect."what will happen next with those witches?" I asked, turning my head to meet Selene's serene eyes. "Will they continue to stir up trouble?"Her expression remained calm, yet there was a flicker of something—satisfaction, perhaps—in her gaze. "The witches have become prisoners of the moon," she replied, her voice a soothing lull yet imbued with undeniable authority. "Their struggle against you exhausted their magic, leaving them weak and confined."As Selene spoke, she gestured gracefully as if painting the air with her fingertips. With a subtle wave of her hand, the sand at our feet swirled upwards, cascading around us like a whirlwind. The scene shimmered into existence, vivid and real, enveloping us in a world s
Alexander's POVOlivia's fragility lying on the hospital bed. Her skin was pallor that seemed out of place for someone as vibrant as her. It felt as though she was caught between realms, her spirit elsewhere while her body remained beside me.Liam and Sarah refused to leave her, their small forms locked in, fighting off the claims of sleep as they nestled at her side. Their presence, though reassuring, brought an ache to my heart. How do you explain to a child the cruelty of the world that places their mother in such a vulnerable state?They were brave, our twins. Sarah clutched Olivia's hand tightly, refusing to let go, while Liam focused his will on staying awake, his eyes fixed on his mother more intensely than his years should allow. I had tried more than once to coax them back to the hotel with Allen, believing they needed rest, but their connection to Olivia was fierce and unyielding.Victor stepped into the room, his usual confident demeanour replaced by cautious hesitation. He
Olivia's POVThe vast expanse of sand stretched before me as I followed Selene's lead, each step further removing the haze between dreams and reality. The salty aroma of the ocean filled my senses, an intoxicating blend of freedom and nostalgia. We walked side by side, accompanied by the rhythmic lullaby of the waves, until we reached a large rock overlooking the infinite ocean.“Sit with me, Olivia,” Selene suggested, settling upon the ancient stone. Her presence brought solace. Her words whispered truths that calmed the storm within me.I lowered myself beside her, the cool rock grounding me in this surreal yet comforting world. Together, our gaze captured the horizon where the sea met the sky, a seamless union as eternal as the forces guiding me.For a while, the symphony of nature wrapped us in silence, a shared understanding passing unspoken between us. Finally, the question clawing at my heart found a voice. "Will I ever see my family again?"Selene turned her gaze upon me, the