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
The gentle hum of the wind rustled through the castle gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming jasmine and fresh earth. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the kingdom, painting everything in warm, honeyed light. The Dragon Kingdom—our kingdom—was at peace.A week had passed since the final battle. A week since Nicholas had fallen, his tyrannical reign brought to an end. The scars of war still marked the land, but already, hope had begun to weave its way through the people, through the dragons, and through my own kingdom. Rebuilding had started, and with it, the promise of a future unshackled from fear and a united front between not only ours and their kingdom but also many others.And today… today was the day that I finally got to marry Alexander.The wedding had been a quiet affair, just as I had wanted—just those we loved, those who had stood beside us through the trials that had nearly torn us apart. The great hall had been filled with the laughter of
A bright glow surrounded me, cradling me like a guardian made manifest. It was the magic from deep within, awakened not by mere survival but by love—a force transcending the corporeal bounds defined by the fight.The descent slowed, the air holding me in a delicate dance with the elemental magic coursing through my veins. It whispered assurance and a promise returned in kind by the beating heart of the earth itself.As I alighted softly upon the weathered stones of the courtyard, strength and weariness meshed in a delicate balance. The energy wrapped around me, a cocoon of gentle power that ebbed almost tenderly, returning me to the ground with undeniable grace.The world righted itself, the battlefield, once a stage of cacophony and chaos, hushed into a stunned silence, witnessing the impossible shimmer into reality. A breath—my second chance drawn from the earth—and I stood, steady and whole.I looked up to see faces of disbelief switch to ones of hope. Alexander's strides carried h
Olivias povMy warning echoed in the air, but it was already too late. Behind Elijah, the king’s dragon surgeon moved with terrifying speed, its spear-like tail ready to strike. Everything seemed to slow as the scene unfolded—a cruel dance of shadow and flesh, friend and enemy caught in fate’s grip.Time froze as the dragon’s tail pierced Elijah’s back, ending the moment in brutal finality. Pain and realisation filled his face, his emerald eyes widening in shock. His body crumpled forward, silent in the tragedy he had become a part of."No!" The word tore from my throat, breaking the heavy silence that settled like a shroud. But through my horror, an undeniable truth took shape with each heartbeat—Nicholas’s greatest betrayal wasn’t just in his violence but in the cold decision to sacrifice his own son for power.As Elijah fell to his knees, Nicholas grinned—a wicked smile that could freeze the ocean. He waved the horn, the sound still ringing in my ears, and in that moment, his inten
Olivia's PovThe sky was painted in shades of crimson and smoke, and the battlefield lay beneath me, a chaotic tapestry of combat and valour. Riding Saphira, my trusted dragon, I felt an unprecedented harmony between us. Her thoughts intertwined with mine, weaving a tapestry of mutual understanding and unity. Together, we were a force of nature, an extension of one another as we dove and soared through the fray.Saphira’s roar resonated inside me, a declaration of war that echoed the battle’s ferocity. Her muscles coiled beneath my legs, and we twisted through the air, engaging our adversaries with a synergy that brought out the raw power within us. Each strike was fluid and precise—a dance of strength and strategy that blurred the lines between rider and dragon. Riding Saphira, I felt a strength I’d never known, as though every heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of destiny itself.Through the din of clashing swords and bellows, Saphira's voice sizzled like lightning in my mind. *O
Alexander's POV The battlefield pulsed with chaos, a vast symphony of metal clashing and figures weaving through a smoky haze. I fought with a focused intensity that came from the core of my being. Each movement was purposeful, and each turn of my blade was meticulously calculated. This was more than a war of physicality; it was a contest of spirits fueled by love and vengeance. All around me, my pack surged forward like a tidal wave, wolves overcoming soldiers with primal ferocity. As I caught a glimpse of Olivia soaring overhead on a dragon's back, a wild joy lit me from within. Her presence was like a beacon, a promise that drove me onward, deeper into the heart of conflict. My attention was wrenched upward by the tumultuous struggle above. There, in the sky, dragons twisted and turned in an aerial ballet of might and desperation. King Nicholas and his son, Elijah, battled with a fury that seemed to rend the sky itself. Nicholas's dragon fought with savage intensity, every swi
Elijah's povThe clamour of the battlefield swelled around me, punctuated by cries and the clash of steel. My heart was a tempest, torn between my loyalty to my father and my love for Olivia. I had never intended to become a pawn in this war, but here I stood, bathed in conflict, with my mind spiralling around the impending chaos. As I left Olivia's side earlier, my frustration boiled over into the tense air. "Cease this madness!" I cried out to the guards, their movements a blur of aggression around me. "These people are not our enemies!" Laughter erupted in response, sardonic and cruel. "The King has spoken, not you, Prince Elijah. We fight until death unless he says otherwise." Disdain twisted within me—a serpent rearing its head. Their insolence, their mindless obedience to Nicholas's bloody decree, was galling. But I knew why they refused me. I wasn’t their king, merely a shadow cast by my father’s ambition, a prince wearing false armour. The world spun with futility. Seeking
The ground was approaching swiftly beneath me, a swirling mass racing to meet my descent. Every instinct screamed that this was a mistake and that the leap would surely be my undoing. But even as fear clenched my heart, the dragon's scale in my grip pulsed with a warmth that banished doubt. One hundred meters above the earth, however, a shadow loomed. The first dragon I had saved soared to my rescue, swooping beneath me with a grace that defied the chaos of my fall. Relief erupted within me as I landed on its broad back, a breathless gasp escaping my lips. Holding tight to the rough, warm scales, I murmured, "Thank you."The dragon's powerful wings flapped, beating a defiant cadence against the tumultuous winds. It rose into the sky, a guardian taking flight, and together, we soared, the kingdom unfurling beneath us as a tapestry of vibrant life and teetering conflict.As if in a dream borne aloft, hundreds more dragons began to appear, majestic and fierce, emerging from the shadows
Olivias povI raced through the tunnels with a sense of urgency so intense it felt like a physical force pushing me onward. My breaths were ragged, each inhalation a struggle as I navigated the labyrinthine passages beneath the kingdom. My mind was a whirlwind, and though my plan was half-formed at best, I knew the dragons were my destination—their strength would be paramount in the battle to come.As I emerged into the dragon chamber, the oppressive air filled my lungs, heavy with the scent of fear and confinement. I couldn’t afford to hesitate, even as my heart pounded with the weight of what I was about to do. There they were, magnificent creatures tethered by chains, their eyes pools of ancient wisdom and unfathomable pain.The sight of the three guards was like a cold splash of reality, snapping my senses into sharp relief. The lead guard shouted, “What are you doing here? You can’t be here!” His voice echoed menacingly through the chamber, but I was beyond fear.Panicking would
Alexanders povThe moment we scaled the wall, chaos erupted like a storm unleashed upon the city. The guards, mere specks below, shouted commands in a futile attempt to contain the inevitable. Before anyone could react, a deafening roar sliced through the pandemonium, and the dragons descended, dark silhouettes against the dawn sky. Each dragon was a testament to terror and power, their scales shimmering with malice as they perched above the city. Fire erupted from their jaws, slicing through the air like molten spears, incinerating everything in their path. The city seemed to collapse inward upon itself, screams of horror mingling with the crackling of flames. Yet, amidst the chaos, my objective remained clear. I needed to reach the palace and confront Nicholas, ensuring he could never threaten Olivia or Sarah again. Victor and the others would search for them, but I would end this once and for all. As we pushed forward, defenders surged toward us, their weapons drawn with the con