Reed's PovThe afternoon sun filtered through the trees as I paced the clearing, my thoughts consumed with plans that only I could comprehend. The breeze swept through the whispering birches, making melodies in the leaves, but my mind was deaf to it. I had called a meeting with the pack; each pack member was summoned to our usual rendezvous.When they had all gathered, a mixture of young and battle-worn faces encircled me. I could see their concern, their uncertainty reflected back, shadows of doubt clouding their eyes. "Listen up," I began, feeling their attention zag toward me. "There have been sightings of the dark rogues getting close to us, and I believe tonight they will come."I paused, letting the words sink in. The air grew tense as if holding its breath along with them. A few murmurs erupted, soft as the rustle of leaves, but I raised my hand, silencing them once more. Their loyalty was commendable, but their faith in me needed shoring up."You've heard whispers about the sp
Olivia's povA foreboding chill crept into my bones as Reed’s pack vanished behind us, the vast wilderness stretching ahead. My mind was a whirlwind, thoughts flitting like moths around a flame, settling briefly before being cast aside by another pressing concern. Derek’s pack was our destination; saving them demanded urgency that no distraction could deter.The carriage was silent except for the rhythmic clatter of wheels against uneven ground. Alexander sat beside me, his presence comforting but our peace tinged with a palpable tension. Every piece of me ached to reach those in need.As we drew closer, the air shifted, the sweet scent of forest mingling with something acrid and metallic—an unmistakable prelude to the chaos awaiting us. Blood. I inhaled deeply, my senses sharpening, a familiar heat flaring through my veins as we approached the hallowed ground of Derek’s realm. I know longer cared what Reed may have told Derek's pack about me all I wanted to do was help them.In a sud
Alexander’s POVChaos stretched out before me, a tapestry of destruction and hopelessness, as we led the injured toward Olivia and her healing light. My heart was heavy with anger, a pointed blade digging into my chest as each step echoed with the groans of the wounded. I needed to channel this rage into something productive, into saving lives, something larger than myself.Carrying a young man, his legs limp and useless, I noticed a woman on the ground ahead. Her hair was matted with dirt, and her body lay unnaturally still among the silent, grim company of the dead. A shiver traced down my spine. No one should find themselves alone in death.I was about to move past her when her hand twitched. My heart jumped in recognition. “No—” I whispered, rooted to the spot. It couldn’t be. She was supposed to be dead. But there she lay, breathing in jagged, shallow gasps.“Hold on. Olivia can heal you,” I told her, my voice a lifeline thrown out into the abyss. As I gently cradled her in my ar
Reed's povThe chamber was dimly lit, the air infused with damp stone and dread. I sat at my makeshift throne, my mind a restless sea of ambition and impatience. I was waiting, waiting for the inevitable news to reach me. Around me, shadows danced on the stone walls, much like my own thoughts danced on the edges of regret and desire.Minutes crept by until the sound of footsteps echoed from the hall. The guard's arrival was bathed in urgency, his face a mask of tension. "Alpha Reed," he said, voice clipped with news he had been instructed to deliver."What is it?" I asked, trying not to betray the flicker of eagerness beneath my calm veneer. The fingers of power curled through my veins, urging me forward into a crescendo that hummed within."The battle, Alpha," the guard began, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. "High casualties. Many injured."I nodded in silence, following my understanding. A moment of hesitation stretched between us, and then the guard continued, "Ava, Z
Olivia's pov As I moved from one pack member to another, I kept my gaze sharp on Alexander. He stood a little ways off, his jaw tense, eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. He might have been the Alpha King, but even leaders have limits. The weight of this conflict was taking its toll on him, and I could see it eating away at his resolve.As my fingers worked their magic on the injured, I engaged them in conversation, a tactic both to calm their fears and to uncover the deeper narrative of why these civilians were on the battlefield. "Tell me about Ava's son," I whispered to a middle-aged man whose arm lay wounded and bleeding."Zack,” he panted, eyes clouded by pain but softening at the name. "Ava's son, he is Derek’s rightful heir."The revelation stunned me into a brief silence, my hands hesitating over his injuries. An heir? This was news not even whispers had brought to us.Another voice chimed in, a young woman smoothing back her bruised hair. "It was Reed's idea
Victors povThe moment was tense. Anticipation hung like a charged mist in the air, as I followed the pack into the clearing. The mass moved with a sombre, muted energy, hearts heavy with mourning and uncertainty. I kept my head low, shoulders hunched, adopting shadows as my allies. Among the crowd, I blended seamlessly, a wolf among wolves. Yet, beneath this silent facade, fury simmered, its heat almost palpable against my skin.Reed’s voice pierced the subdued atmosphere, his tone poised and reassuring—a mask for the venom I knew lay beneath. I glanced up briefly, eyes narrowing as he spoke words of sympathy and solidarity. His charisma was undeniable, words like honey to the ears of those who stood listening. My insides turned, the force of my hatred threatening to overwhelm the composure I clung to."But I assure you," Reed declared, his voice carrying over the throng, "the future of our pack is secure. With young Zack, Ava’s brave son, I will ensure he is trained to become the le
Olivias povNight unfurled like a shadowy banner overhead, cloaking the clearing in hues of inky blue and silver. I stood amidst the soldiers, their scents mingling with the forest's earthy aroma. My senses tingled with anticipation; the air crackled, heavy with a promise of impending conflict. Despite my efforts to focus, my thoughts drifted to Victor. He should've returned by now, yet the woods swallowed secrets, leaving only whispers of worry in its wake. Still, I could let nothing shake my resolve. The dark rogues were coming, drawn by an unseen force that tugged at my very spirit.I shook off the icy grip of dread. My task was clear—protect the pack and ensure no more lives flickered out under the harsh hand of fate. Each breath was a solemn vow, each heartbeat, a promise forged in defiance. I was ready to face them, those shadowed figures who dared to threaten our home. Around me, the pack’s warriors stood—a formidable wall, backlit by the fire of their collective will to surviv
Alexanders povThe morning light seeped into the horizon, but I felt none of it. I left the others to the thankless task of dealing with the bodies. Weariness clung to me like a shroud, but it was overshadowed by a gnawing thought I couldn't shake: the woman and her son.She had died in my arms, a testament to the horrors Reed had unleashed. Her final words, a plea for her boy's safety, echoed in my mind. I had to find him. I moved swiftly through the palace. My footsteps carried me deeper within, drawn inexorably toward the dungeons. It struck me as odd that no guards patrolled the stairs, an eerie silence enveloping this bastion of oppression. As I descended, faint cries reached my ears.The sobbing beckoned me, tugging at my conscience. I followed, my senses alert for any sign of hostility. I arrived at a dilapidated door, the wood barely holding against the rot of time. No guards stood watch—a negligence that whispered of cunning intent. My grip tightened around the doorknob, musc
Natasha's POVI slipped away from Reed, my steps barely audible as I moved through the forest. His anger was palpable, its weight pressing down like a suffocating blanket. Yet, my mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of my own making.Reed believed I was some sorceress at his beck and call, but he failed to recognise my true intentions. The werewolves needed to fall, and I was growing tired of how long it was taking. I was starting to believe that I had chosen the wrong wolf to fool into helping me.Finally, free from prying eyes, I paused, letting the cool air wash over my skin. Closing my eyes, I whispered the incantation that connected me to the circle of witches aiding my cause. Their faces flickered to life, suspended in the ethereal glow of magic."Natasha, what news?" one witch asked, her voice echoing in the silent forest."The dark army failed me," I replied, frustration lacing every syllable. "Reed's force is crumbling. They're weak, and I fear Olivia and Alexander's powers
Reed's POVThe trees whispered as I moved deeper into the forest, their secrets swirling around me in the half-light. Rage coiled within me like a living thing, a beast demanding satisfaction. My failure gnawed at me, a constant reminder of what I'd lost and what I had yet to gain.I stopped in a small clearing, my hiding place that lay veiled far from prying eyes. Here, among the shadows, I was king, free to unleash the fury that throbbed beneath my skin. With a growl, I slammed my fists into a tree, the bark crunching under the force, a brief balm to my anger. Removing my mask I needed to be free from the confinment it gave me.From the corner of my eye, I saw a movement. Natasha emerged slowly, her presence as unsettling as ever. Her eyes flicked to my face—a mixture of horror and something else, something she tried to hide. Was it fear? Disgust? I didn't care."Natasha," I hissed, ripping the mask from my face. The cool night air kissed the black lines that marred my skin, twistin
Olivias pov As we stepped into the room, the aura of tranquillity wrapped around us, a stark contrast to the turmoil outside. Liam and Sarah were nestled on the plush carpet, absorbed in a game only they seemed to understand. Their laughter was like music, softening the edges of my wearied heart."Mummy! Daddy!" Sarah sprang up at the sight of us, her excitement infectious, a glowing reminder of why this fight was worth every sacrifice.Liam followed suit, his small form rushing into my open arms with unrestrained joy. "We've been playing with Uncle Ethan!"Ethan, always the steadfast guardian, sat nearby, offering a lazy grin. "They've kept me busy," he admitted, his eyes warm with a mix of affection and respect."Thank you, Ethan," I said, grateful for his unwavering support. He nodded, the understanding between us needing no elaboration. “I better go find Lidia and see if she needs a hand with anything.” he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.Sarah wandered to
Olivia's POVWarmth enveloped me as Alexander's arms cradled me close. The world around us was chaotic, yet in his embrace, I found a sliver of peace. But the moment was fleeting as a voice pierced through the clamour. "They're retreating!"Slowly, I pulled away, peering down to see Reed's dark army vanishing into the thick forest. Shadows swallowed their forms, leaving only the thrum of uncertainty in their wake."What do you think they're doing?" Alexander's voice held a mixture of curiosity and caution."I don't know." I tilted my chin, scanning the horizon as if the answers lay hidden. The forest seemed to sway, whispering secrets I couldn't grasp. "But we can't let our guard down. Everyone, stay on high alert!" I commanded my voice firm, carrying over the din.Alexander was at my side as I moved, instinct drawing us toward the elders. "Are you going to tell them about the twins?" he asked, his gaze steady on me.I hesitated, weighing the risk. "No," I decided, resolve hardening m
Reed's POVI stood away from the chaos, my soldiers mounting one final assault against the weakening shield. The sounds of their efforts filled the air, but my mind was elsewhere—bewildered, angry, and more determined than ever.How was it possible? Alexander should have been gone—a distant memory, shredded by Natasha's magic. Yet he lived, his presence like an irritating thorn that refused to loosen its grip. His return changed everything, forcing me to rethink every part of my plan.I stalked through the dark woods, the shadows dancing and twisting around me as if mocking my frustration. My fists clenched and unclenched, trying to contain the seething fury that had taken hold of me. "Useless witch," I muttered under my breath, the words dripping with venom.Natasha appeared beside me, her face hidden beneath the hood of her cloak. Her eyes glinted in the dim light, sharp and unreadable. "I sense your anger, Reed, but things aren’t as simple as they once were."I stopped abruptly, tu
Alexanders pov "Stay with the twins," I ordered Ethan, my voice firm yet laced with trust. He bowed his head in acknowledgment, a silent vow to protect Liam and Sarah. Every second was precious, and I could not afford to waste even a moment. I had to reach Olivia; she needed me now more than ever.I moved with renewed vigour, feeling the strength pulsing through my limbs, a testament to my rapid recovery. As I approached the towering wall where the battle raged, eyes turned toward me. My presence elicited astonishment—surprised whispers and awed gazes acknowledging the impossible feat of my return to health. But there was no time to revel in their amazement.Victor greeted me with a fierce hug, relief and solidarity in the simple gesture. Our bond was unspoken but unbreakable, forged in the heat of battle and suffering. "We thought we'd lost you," he said, his voice gruff with emotion."You know it takes more than a little poison to take me down," I replied, my eyes flicking past him
Olivia's POVHours ticked by as the rising sun painted our hotel room with hues of hope and renewal. The warmth of light grazed Alexander’s face, highlighting the recovery that seemed nothing short of miraculous. The twins nestled deeper into my embrace, their innocent dreams a reminder of everything worth fighting for.A knock on the door interrupted the calm, and I called out with an expectant, "Come in." As the door swung open, Ethan stepped inside, his expression a mixture of joy and disbelief."Alpha, you're awake," he uttered, gratitude lacing his voice.Alexander smiled gently, filling the room with warmth. "Thanks to my amazing family." His hand squeezed mine in silent acknowledgment of the bond and strength we shared.Ethan's face darkened, urgency creeping back into his demeanour. "The shield is cracking, Olivia. It won't be long before Reed breaks through."I stood, something fierce igniting within me. "I'm coming," I announced, brushing aside any lingering uncertainty."Ol
Reed's POVThe night seemed endless, a dark canvas broken only by the shimmer of stars that mocked my ambitions. The chill bit at my skin even though I stood at the heart of power, surrounded by an ever-loyal army. But it wasn't enough. Not yet.My frustration grew as my eyes lingered on the shimmering shield that Olivia had somehow conjured. How had she managed it? Anger burned within me, turning my thoughts to chaos. This wasn't part of the plan. She was supposed to be defeated and crumbled under my pressure.Natasha sauntered over, her steps barely audible against the rustling leaves. Her eyes narrowed as they met mine, the faintest hint of satisfaction playing on her lips. "She's powerful," she stated, though her voice carried no trace of defeat."Do something, Natasha!" I bellowed, the frustration bleeding through my words. "I won't let them make a mockery of us."Her response came slowly, deliberate. "I didn't know she possessed this strength. But don't worry Reed; it won't last
Olivia's POVI found myself drifting, the fatigue of endless battles pulling at the edges of my consciousness. The room around me faded as I sank deeper, my eyes fluttering closed of their own accord.In this fragile world of dreams, a familiar warmth enveloped me. Two white wolves, their fur gleaming with an ethereal glow, emerged from the mist that gathered around my thoughts. They watched me with knowing eyes, eyes that both challenged and comforted, eyes that seemed to understand the burdens that weighed so heavily upon my shoulders."Please," I found myself whispering, my plea carried by the winds of this dreamscape. "Help me. Show me how to stop this war and save Alexander."The wolves, laden with centuries of wisdom, turned their backs as if my words had failed to reach them. Desperation clawed at my heart, urging me to call out once more, "Please!" My voice echoed through the dream, desperate and raw.It was then that the gentle yet insistent voices of the twins reached me, ca