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
Alexander's POVTime seemed to slow as I watched Olivia's transformation, my heart gripped by a mixture of fear and awe. The head elder, Greyson, stepped forward, his voice commanding attention."The moon goddess has made her choice," he declared, his words reverberating across the clearing. The crowd erupted into chaos, their voices a blend of disbelief, anger, and awe.My eyes remained fixed on Olivia, my newly transformed mate. Panic surged through me. What would this mean for her? For us? The power bestowed upon Olivia was both a gift and a curse. We had to tread carefully."We need to get Olivia out of here," I said urgently to Elder Greyson, struggling to make my voice heard over the growing pandemonium. "The crowd needs time to process this. She's in danger."Greyson hesitated but then nodded. "You're right. Take her somewhere safe."I reached out through our mind link, the mental connection crackling with tension. "Olivia, follow me. We need to get out of here."As she began t
Reed’s POVThe ethereal glow of the full moon bathed the clearing in an almost supernatural light, highlighting Olivia's breathtaking transformation. My heart clenched as I watched in awe, jealousy boiling deep within me. Olivia, the spirit wolf—something I had never anticipated. My eyes followed Alexander as he led her away. The bond between them only served to fuel the fire of my envy.Everyone was caught up in Olivia's transformation. Seizing the moment, I slipped away from the full moon ceremony, moving with purpose through the forest towards the prison. The guards there were easily bought; loyalty often comes cheap if you know how to pay for it. My mind raced, anger churning within me like a storm.When I arrived at Cassandra's cell, the heavy iron bars separated us, but the sight of her made me recoil. Once, I had foolishly let myself fall for her deceitful charms, believing she could help me achieve the power I sought. Now, seeing her in this dim, grimy cell brought only a sens
Olivia's POVThe world felt like it held its breath alongside me as I stood in the shadow of the forest, Alexander's jacket draped carefully over my shoulders. It was heavier than I'd expected, infused with his scent, a comforting presence in the tumultuous sea of emotions. The time for hiding was over; I had to stand tall and face my destiny head-on.“I’m ready to face them,” I said, slipping my arms through his jacket and wrapping it around me."Are you sure about this?" Alexander asked, his concern palpable, and his eyes searched mine for any hesitation.I nodded, swallowing the rising lump in my throat. "I have to, Alexander. I need to show them that I'm not scared. I need to show them I'm not weak."His grip on my hand tightened, lending me silent strength. I filed that feeling away in my heart, wrapping it around myself like armour. My heart pounded, reverberating through my chest, but I kept my face steady, shoulders squared with determination.A familiar voice echoed in my min
Olivia’s POVThe clearing was charged with the kind of tension that makes the air nearly suffocating. Alpha Casper's eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of disdain and something else—was it fear?—dancing in his gaze. I squared my shoulders, every muscle in my body coiled and ready. I would not back down.The tension grew so strong you could almost hear it crackling in the air around us. Casper moved slowly closer, his footsteps measured and deliberate. He stopped when his face was mere inches from mine, our breaths mingling in the charged air. My heart pounded, but I stood my ground, ready for whatever he was about to throw at me. "This is futile," Casper growled, his voice a low rumble that only I could hear. "You're lucky you aren't my mate." His breath was hot on my face, his words dripping with contempt.A smile played on my lips, more a challenge than a display of humour. "I’d rather eat a wolf's bane-infused steak than ever have that as my fate," I shot back.Casper growled, his t
Olivia’s POVAs the crowd buzzed with excitement, the elder raised his hand once more, calling for silence. His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something—perhaps admiration or respect. "It has been decided," Elder Greyson proclaimed, his voice reverberating through the clearing. "The fight will take place in one month's time. Should Olivia succeed, all must accept her as the Spirit Wolf and follow the moon goddess's will."A low murmur rippled through the crowd, many sceptical while others began to grudgingly nod in acceptance. Casper’s eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down, his expression full of disdain. "You have one month, Olivia," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Train hard because when the time comes, I won't hold back.""If you think threats intimidate me, Casper, you're sorely mistaken," I replied, holding his gaze. "I’ll be ready."He scoffed, turning away with a final, scornful glance. "We'll see," he muttered as he walked back towards his brothers and thei
Olivia’s POVWe finally returned to the hotel, exhaustion waging a silent war against the adrenaline that still thrummed through my veins. The hallway was dimly lit, a soft glow from ornate sconces casting shadows that flickered like spectres against the walls. Alexander walked silently beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of my thoughts. Before we even reached our room, I knew what I needed—a moment to ground myself, to reconcile the whirlwind of the night's events.The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I beelined for the bathroom. My reflection greeted me with a stranger's face, yet felt intimately familiar. My muscles were more defined, almost rippling under the surface of my skin. My hair, longer and more lustrous than I remembered, framed my face with an ethereal glow. I leaned closer to the mirror, my breath fogging up the glass, as I inspected my newfound strength—a gift from the moon goddess, a curse from destiny.Absently, my fingers traced the lines
Olivias povI reached my room in a flurry of motion, the urgency pounding in my veins, and slammed the door shut behind me. My heart was a relentless drumbeat, each thud a resounding reminder of what I needed to do—find Sarah, free the dragons, and somehow escape. But I was just one person amidst the turmoil."Think, Olivia. Think," I murmured to myself, pacing the confines of my chamber. Outside, the chorus of panic escalated, every scream an echo of a city on the brink of collapse. The knowledge that they were searching for Sarah and that I couldn't help gnawed at me, a relentless torment.Suddenly, the door flew open, and there stood Elijah, his emerald eyes wide with urgency. "Olivia, come on! I have to get you out of here. Alexander’s army is approaching the city walls.""No," I protested, a firm resolve anchoring me to the spot. "I can't leave without Sarah."Elijah stepped closer. Desperation was etched on his features. "It’s not safe for you. My father will use you as a pawn i
Victor’s PovThe harsh chill of the dawning day crept through the forest as our army settled in the shadows of the Dragon Kingdom. Our journey had been gruelling, each step laden with the weight of expectation and desperation. We had pushed ourselves to the very edge, and now, waiting on the border, the tension crackled like static in the air around us. I was restless, every fibre of my being reaching out, praying for Alexander's swift arrival.I couldn’t shake the image of Olivia and Sarah from my mind. The need to bring them back consumed me with a fire that could scorch the earth beneath my feet. My sister was strong—tougher than anyone I knew—but I also knew the storm she was caught in. And then there was Sarah, innocent and pure, needing protection in a world full of shadows and claws.My thoughts were interrupted when a scream echoed from the periphery of our camp. "Dragon!"I spun around, senses snapping to attention, the word needle-sharp on my consciousness. The men around me
Olivias povI should go back to my room and return to the role of the compliant captive they expected me to play. But something deeper pulled me, a shimmering thread of fate weaving through the subterranean labyrinth beneath the palace. My steps were quiet as I ventured deeper into the cool embrace of the tunnels, the echo of my footsteps a constant reminder of the possible dangers ahead.The tunnels were a refuge, a secretive network that whispered tales of long-forgotten secrets. I navigated through the shadows, an innate guide leading me further into the depths. My gut twisted with hesitation, but I could not ignore the growing vibration in the air, a song of urgency beckoning me.Just as I considered turning back, a sound floated through the darkness, hushed but unmistakable. The distant clang of metal, a rhythmic symphony that drew me towards it despite every nerve screaming for caution.I crept forward, each step pulling me closer to the source until a thin line of light pierced
Alexander povI stood frozen, every nerve on edge, as the dragon's words settled into my consciousness. "Olivia... sent you?" I asked, my voice rough from disbelief and residual anger. The fire of my power still simmered beneath the surface, a silent reminder of what I could unleash if deceived."Yes," the dragon replied, its voice gentle yet resonant, carrying an undeniable aura of truth. "She needs your help. Nicholas plans to wed her to Elijah. This union will strengthen its hold on the lands and unleash chaos if not prevented. You must hurry."The weight of the revelation sank deep into my bones. Olivia, trapped in a web of political alliances, her freedom and the lives of those we both held dear hung in the balance. My insides churned with urgency and something more profound: fear."What about Sarah?" The question slipped from my lips, underpinned by the kind of desperation that only the thought of losing one's child could elicit.The dragon dipped its head, eyes filled with a pe
Alexanders povThe first thing I was aware of was the cold, hard earth beneath me. My eyelids felt like lead as I slowly opened them. Everything swam in and out of focus, but I could make out a figure cloaked in shadow standing a few feet away. The witch. Memories, jagged and disjointed, crashed through my mind—an explosion of light, the sheer force of something ancient rushing through my veins, then nothing."What happened?" My voice was hoarse, a whisper against the silent forest."You unlocked the power that is rightfully yours," the witch said, stepping closer, her voice steady with an ominous edge.I pushed myself into a sitting position, feeling the shift within me, the power thrumming with an intoxicating pulse. "I thought you betrayed me," I admitted, confusion lacing my words.The witch moved with grace, retrieving a flask of water from her side. She knelt next to me, offering it. "Trust is earned, Alexander," she murmured, watching as I gulped down the offering. The water wa
Olivias povThe walls of my room felt like they were closing in on me as the door slammed shut, locking me inside. I banged on it, my fists sore and desperate, my voice echoing down the corridor as I pleaded. "Please, let me out! I need to find Sarah!"But only silence answered, leaving me stranded in a sea of helplessness. My heart ached with the weight of my fears for Sarah, who needed me more than ever. Scores of emotions surged within me—fear for her safety, anger at being held captive, and a determination that refused to be extinguished.Pausing, I drew a deep breath and sank down onto the bed, my mind scrambling for ideas. The outward corridors were off-limits, guarded and patrolled. But the tunnels—those twisting passages below the castle—were different. I could navigate their depths and sneak past the patrols to find Sarah. My heart pounded as a flicker of hope ignited within me. Rising swiftly, I crossed the room with renewed purpose and pried open the small trapdoor hidden
Olivias povThe walls of the castle seemed to echo with suppressed tension as I made my way down to the dining room, guards flanking my every step. It was a relief to know that in mere moments, I would see Sarah. The anticipation was a warm tide against the cold grasp of King Nicholas's palace. I pushed open the grand doors, and there she was—my daughter. Her eyes brightened as she caught sight of me. With a thrilled squeal, Sarah darted across the room, wrapping her small arms around me as I knelt to embrace her. Her warmth filled the void, a reminder of why I fought so hard against the king's oppressive regime. Elijah stood to the side, a quiet pillar amidst the tension. I looked up and offered him a grateful smile. “Thank you so much for this,” I said, my voice wavering with the weight of withheld emotions. He nodded, his eyes reflecting a shared understanding. “Anything for you both.”The king's stern voice pierced through the tender moment. “Sit,” he commanded, his tone brooki
King Nicholas povSeated on the throne, I watched Sarah play, the golden light of dusk casting a warm glow around the throne room. As she moved, her laughter filled the air, a melody that I was reluctantly coming to cherish. She was a bright, brave little girl, spirited and innocent—qualities that stood on precarious grounds in my world. Sarah toddled toward me, her tiny hands closing around a toy dragon, its wings chipped from wear. Every part of me wished for Olivia to finally accept my son, Elijah, for the wedding to occur, intertwining our destinies and stabilising my empire before those insubordinate wolves could rally their pitiful excuse for an army. True, they were no match for my dragon legion, which was the pride of my reign, but quashing their rebellion would be another needle in my side—a distraction I could ill afford amid rising tensions. anyone with dragon blood belonged here not out there tanted by the rest of the world. As if summoned by my thoughts, the heavy oak d
The witch's words hung in the crisp night air, a prophecy unravelling as energy surged through me. I struggled, ensnared by the torrent of power and pain cascading through my body. My wolf howled within, caught between elation and rage, always yearning for control."You betrayed us!" I roared my voice a mixture of fury and fear as I attempted to lurch toward her, my limbs betraying me. The forest spun around me, dizziness mixing with agony, every muscle clenched in a relentless vice."Stop it," I demanded, collapsing onto my back, the ground cold and merciless beneath me. The witch remained silent, her gaze a paradox of detachment and unwavering resolve. My breath was coming in sharp and painful as if I were breathing in fire. My heart was pounding in my chest like at any second it would explode.As the world faded to darkness, echoes of my past life surfaced like spectral wraiths. My father's face hovered before me, eyes, once so fiercely resolute, now filled with regret. I remembere