Alexanders pov The blood-red moon hung above us like a harbinger of doom, glowing ominously against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Its stark radiance cut through the clouds, casting the landscape in shades of crimson that sent shivers down my spine. As I turned, I saw Olivia transfixed, her gaze locked on the eerie celestial spectacle above us.A pang of fear threatened to take hold of me, a primal instinct awakened by the lunar phenomenon. The red moon was never a good sign, and its appearance now felt like salt on the raw wound of our situation. But I couldn't yield to panic; it wasn't an option."Listen," I urged, my voice commanding yet steady despite the turmoil within. "We need to lead them away from here, into open land. We can't let them attack where the vulnerable are gathered."The triplet alphas, Cole, Casper, and Carlson, huddled close, understanding the urgency of the plan. Casper, usually the most sombre of the brothers, looked up, resolution etched on his face. "We
Olivias povAs the night deepened, a silence fell across the land, eerie and unsettling. The shadows seemed poised as if holding their breath, waiting for a moment to strike. I stood at the front of the warriors, my heart a mix of steely determination and raw fear. The palace loomed behind us like a solemn guardian, its stone walls a testament to the hope we had to protect.I turned my attention back to the warriors. These wolves were more than soldiers; they were a pack, a family united by shared purpose and resolve. I couldn't let them see my own fear, so I cloaked myself in the armour of leadership, knowing that their faith in me was both a responsibility and a strength.I could feel the spirit wolf within me responding to this shift, a surge of power coursing through my veins as I focused on the task ahead. Protecting the pack wasn’t just my duty; it was my heart's deepest calling.As the wind whispered secrets between the trees, the first tendrils of an impending conflict wove the
Olivias povAs the rogue slammed into me, the world spun and tilted wildly. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, and I hit the ground hard, dust swirling around me. Pain sparked in my side, but it was fear that truly threatened to immobilise me. I gazed at the creature—a dark rogue, fur bristling, eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger.Time shattered into fragments, each second stretching into an eternity. The rogue reared above me, its jaws wide, fangs bared, preparing for the strike that could end it all. In that heartbeat of terror, something shifted inside me, a whisper of power that flared to life.I knew it was now or never. Clutching the earth beneath me, I drew in a breath, and with every scrap of willpower, I visualised the spirit wolf that lived within me. She was there, a brilliant light in the darkness, a guide and guardian."Please," I whispered, not even sure who I was pleading to—maybe Aura, maybe my own courage. As I lifted my hands, the light grew stronger, spi
Alexander's PovAs I raced through the winding stone paths of the town, urgency pushed every step I took. The cold air bit at my skin, a reminder that the dark rogues were nearby. I couldn't stop thinking about Olivia, who was surely outpacing me with her speed and grace, responding to that haunting scream that had frozen my heart."Stay back and guard the palace!" I had commanded the others, even though every part of me wanted to keep them close. My decision felt heavy, but it was necessary. The safety of everyone depended on it. Yet, my mind couldn't escape the image of Olivia's fierce eyes and the fire in them.The town centre approached—a scene of chaos. Warriors battled shadowy figures, the dark rogues blending with the night as if performing a dance with the darkness. Their nearly invisible presence sent chills down my spine, memories resurfacing of training sessions with Olivia and how I could sense the air more around me when she was about to strike."Olivia!" I yelled, knowing
Olivia's povAs the sun began to rise, casting a golden hue over the destruction, I gathered the last remnants of my strength for one final light. It shot from me like an arrow, striking the rogue with precision. The creature crumbled to the ground. My powers were weak from overuse; my light no longer vaporised the dark creatures to ashes. I stood, panting, and let the relief wash over me as the first rays of light touched my skin.The battle had taken its toll, not just on my body, but on my spirit. I was exhausted, drained of every ounce of energy. Yet, there was solace in the sunrise—proof that we'd survived the night. But a glance around the town center quickly crushed that moment of peace. It was a scene of devastation. pack members lay wounded, others deathly still, their sacrifice evident in the carnage. Determination fueled me, blocking out fatigue as I made my way to the nearest wounded pack member. I had to heal them and give them a chance to see another sunrise. As I knelt
Olivias pov"We should burn their bodies," I announced, my voice steady though my heart pounded in my chest. The others nodded in agreement as the smell of ash and burnt earth hung in the air, remnants of a battle that felt almost apocalyptic. There was an eerie silence in that moment—a rare, fleeting calm amid the chaos.I turned to walk away, but as I did, I felt my knees weaken, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing over me. The world tilted once more. Before I could hit the ground, a pair of strong arms caught me, holding me steady."Olivia," Alexander's voice was both a reprimand and a soothing balm, "you should rest.""I can't," I replied, a stubborn edge to my voice. "I need to heal these people."He frowned, his grip firm yet gentle. "Sit down. We'll bring them to you."I gave him a tired smile. "I can't let them see me weak," I admitted, my voice softer now, almost a whisper.Alexander brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers briefly grazing my skin, sending a s
Olivia's POVThe rogues that had once been our enemies lay strewn across the ground, their dark forms stark against the orange glow of the early morning light. I watched as members of my pack began the grim task of gathering the rogues' bodies, piling them onto makeshift pyres where flames would purify the darkness.A deep inhale did little to ease my exhaustion, and as the murmur of voices swirled around me, I knew it was time for our meeting. The palace loomed ahead, a sanctuary of stone and history, and inside, the other Alphas awaited decisions about our future. Dusting off my hands, I strode forward, determination outweighing my weariness.Inside the palace, the tension was palpable. Alphas were scattered around the room, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering wariness. I walked in and took my seat next to Alexander. The flames of victory had barely cooled, but the air within the palace was thick with anticipation. We were all here, gathered to decide what came next. As
Olivia's povThe stench was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My eyes watered and a surge of unease washed over me. Rising from my chair, I motioned to everyone in the room, signalling them to follow. Determination took hold as I moved towards the palace doors, instinct steering my steps.The moment we stepped outside, the full force of the smell hit us, mingling with thick, dark smoke as acrid as the scent of burning rubber. It clawed its way into my lungs, making me cough and cover my mouth with my hand.Alexander came up beside me, his eyes scanning the area with an urgency that mirrored my own. "They're burning the bodies," he said, his voice tense. "I've never smelled something so foul."My senses screamed that something was off, a wrongness that thrummed through the air in waves. "Something isn't right," I muttered, starting towards the immense, glowing pyres a short distance ahead.The closer I got to the flames, the worse the smell became, clawing at my throat lik