Alexanders povThe weight of Zack's impending words hung heavily in the air, a tangible silence that stretched between us and the elders. I watched Zack closely, his fragile form standing before such a powerful audience. His hands trembled slightly, the signs of a boy who had faced too much too soon. My heart ached for him, for the trials he had endured, and for the courage he now summoned."It's okay, Zack," I murmured gently, stepping forward to offer him reassurance. "I promise nothing bad will come to you from telling the truth."Zack's gaze flickered to mine, his eyes a study of fear and hesitance slowly melting into trust. With a courage that belied his age, he turned to the elders, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke."Yes... yes, it's true," he said, the confession spilling from him like a burden too long carried alone. "Reed killed my mother with his lies and hurt many in our pack. He was planning to kill me, but Alexander, I mean Alpha Alexander, found me."Silence recla
Alexanders povI barely had time to register the sound of the door slamming against the wall as Zack came rushing back into the room. But this wasn’t the same Zack who had left moments ago, broken yet determined. No, his eyes were wild, a storm of desperation and something far darker. His skin, pale and taut, stretched in a way that reminded me too much of the creatures I’d fought before.“Zack?” I called out, my voice firm yet laced with concern. The eyes that met mine weren’t the eyes of a frightened boy anymore. My heart dropped as the realisation washed over me—something was terribly wrong.The soldiers who had been standing guard rushed in after him, weapons drawn, their faces a mixture of confusion and fear. “Stay back!” one of them shouted, his voice shaking the silence that had settled after Zack’s entry.“Don’t hurt him!” I yelled, positioning myself between the soldiers and Zack. I could see Olivia stepping forward cautiously from the corner of my eye, her presence both calm
Olivias povIt all happened so fast. The world around me turned into a blur of fear and action as the soldier raised his weapon toward Zack. I screamed, "No!" my voice breaking through the room but not quick enough to halt the course of events. Zack was innocent, wrapped in a quilt of danger he never asked for, and I could not bear the thought of losing him.The soldier hesitated for a heartbeat, but it was too late. The shot rang out, stark against the silence left in the wake of my scream, and I watched as Zack faltered, his eyes wide with disbelief. Blood blossomed through his shirt, spreading a dark stain that mirrored the collective horror in the room.Zack's small hands moved instinctively to the wound, trying to stem the inevitable. His face reverted to the little boy we had fought so hard to save. He looked to Alexander with an expression of pure sorrow—the apology of someone who felt they had taken a wrong turn."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Zack murmured, his voice tremblin
Olivias povThe weight of Zack's ashes clung to the air, a constant reminder of our failure. We were wrapped in sorrow, yet I couldn't let despair swallow us whole. Alexander's grief was a tempest, a presence I couldn't ignore, even as I fought my own heartache.As I stood amidst the devastation, the once vibrant room now seemed a hollow shell. Each shadow whispered of lost opportunities, each heartbeat a painful reminder of what could have been. But when the echoes of Alexander's vows for vengeance reached my ears, an unfamiliar fire ignited within me. It demanded action, a resolution to right the wrongs done to us.Suddenly, Alexander's movements caught my attention as he charged toward the soldiers, fury embodied in every step. The soldier responsible for Zack's death remained motionless, paralysed by the spectre of Alexander's rage. Before anyone could react, Alexander's hand gripped the soldier's collar, lifting him with effortless strength and slamming him against the stone wall
Olivias pov The sickly smell of fear hung in the air as our small group huddled in the shadowy room. Alexander sat in front of me, his hand wrapped in a makeshift bandage. The world around us seemed to pulse with tension, and the echoes of Zack’s loss were a persistent whisper in our minds.I closed my eyes, summoning the light within me, willing it to surface. It was a power that had been with me for as long as I could remember, one that set me apart from the others—a spirit wolf in a world dominated by brutish strength and raw power. Slowly, my hands began to glow, a soft luminescence emanating from my palms.Alexander watched me, a mix of hope and doubt flickering in his gaze. “Are you sure this will work, Olivia?” His voice, usually steady and commanding, wavered with the weight of uncertainty.“I don’t know,” I admitted, letting the light spill into the space between us. “But I have to try.” I pressed my hands gently over his, letting the warmth seep through his skin. But as the
Reed's POVThe midnight air embraced me as Natasha, and I approached the borders of the pack I called home. There was a flicker of unease that glided down my spine, but I quickly brushed it away. The mask I wore was tight, though not uncomfortable. It symbolised the persona, the performance I had honed over the years. No longer just an act. It was now a crucial part of my mission.Standing tall beside me, Natasha cast a furtive glance through the dense woods. The moonlight played on her features, revealing a slight smile that told me she was as exhilarated by our return as I was. Her presence was comforting, a reminder of the alliances I had forged. Together, we were unstoppable.“Ready?” Natasha whispered, her voice carrying a faint edge of anticipation. She clutched a small vial of potion close to her chest, an artifact of our dark pact with the witches.“As ever,” I replied, my tone steady and resolved.We slipped past the sentries undetected, courtesy of the enchantments Natasha h
Natasha’s povThe night was heavy with anticipation as I watched Reed from the shadows. His voice was a symphony of charisma, weaving promises of power that danced in the air like a siren’s call. The room ate up his every word, their devotion palpable. It was a sight so glorious it almost felt tangible, electrifying the air around us. But beneath this perfect façade, only I knew the truth—his success was my creation.Reed had proven to be the ideal pawn, his thirst for dominance blinding him to the strings I deftly pulled. His desires and promises were ultimately collateral, trapped under my design to dismantle everything the Moon Goddess had forged. Reed was my gateway, my tool to rain chaos upon the werewolves and wrest power from the heavens themselves.As the pack raised their glasses in allegiance to him, I felt the satisfaction of a carefully nurtured scheme inching nearer to its climax. Olivia's spirit wolf might have given them hope and been able to defeat the dark rogues, but
Olivias povThe sun was beginning to set as we rushed Alexander into the hotel room. His face was ashen, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He groaned softly, the sound breaking the quiet like shattering glass. Lidia and Ethan were gathered, their expressions shifting from confusion to shock as they saw us burst through the door."What happened?" Lidia's voice was thin with urgency. Her eyes darted from me to Alexander."He was attacked," I blurted out, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Derek’s son was under some sort of spell. I couldn’t stop it."Ethan helped Alexander to the bed, laying him down as gently as if he were made of glass. As I looked at Alexander, pain etched in every line of his face, my own heart ached. I tried again, desperate to use my power to heal him, but the glow from my hands flickered and died away, leaving him unchanged.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. I felt a sense of helplessness I had never experienced before. "Why isn’t it working?"
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
Alexanders povI sat cross-legged on the cold earth, eyes shut tight as a battle raged in my mind. Days had slipped away, each one filled with the witch's strange lessons on meditation that left me hollow and irritable. This was not the training I'd imagined. I needed to be fighting, using my strength to prepare for the inevitable clash with King Nicholas that would save Olivia and Sarah, not sitting still like a stone.My resolve slipped, and frustration bubbled over. "This is useless!" I snapped, eyes flying open. "The power will never come."Nearby, the witch remained calm, her voice a gentle breeze against the storm within me. "You keep letting your wolf overtake you, Alexander.""My wolf is strong! It is what will kill the bastard who took my daughter and mate!" I retorted, the growl of my words echoing in the stillness."Again," she instructed, ignoring my outburst. Her unyielding patience stung like salt in the wound of my anger.I glared at her, but desperation won over pride.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns of the golden and white dress. The dress shimmered in the light, its elegance speaking of a world I had yet to fully comprehend. A soft knock interrupted the thoughts that swirled in my mind. "Come in," I called as I stood up and smoothed the fabric of my dress, anticipation twisting in my stomach. Elijah stepped into the room, his presence an unexpected comfort. He paused, eyes lingering over the dress before meeting mine. "You look beautiful," he said softly, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around me. "Thank you," I replied, a flutter of unexpected warmth unfurling in my chest. We left the room together, walking through the halls of the palace in silence before stepping out into the kingdom—a place still shrouded in mysteries I longed to uncover as we wandered through the bustling streets. Yesterday, it had been nothing more than glimpses, but today, I made sure to take in everything around me, s
The tension in the room was clear as Elijah planted himself firmly before me, creating a barrier between me and the king I so desperately loathed. He was unwavering, his presence a silent vow of protection. Our roles seemed to reverse as he, the supposed pawn of his father, became my shield. “Move, Elijah,” King Nicholas commanded, his voice a rumble of irritation and disbelief. The air crackled with the intensity of his order, the authority behind it a palpable force. “No,” Elijah replied, his tone tempered with a surprising strength and calm. “This is no way to get her to agree to our marriage.” Nicholas glared down at me, eyes simmering with disdain. “I don’t care if she agrees or not. She will marry you either way,” he declared, each word a testament to the unwavering grip he held over what he considered his kingdom. “Father,” Elijah countered, his voice rising with urgency. “She would be more useful to you if she does so of her own accord. Imagine what could happen if people
Olivias PovReturning to my room after the night’s expedition into the tunnels, my thoughts churned like waves in a storm. I needed to internalise the pathways, the routes that could one day be our salvation, weaving a silent rebellion against King Nicholas. Each curve and corner etched into my memory was a thread in a tapestry of freedom I would one day unravel with Sarah. My pulse still quickened at the echo of his voice in those dark hollows, Nicholas's tyranny seeping through the kingdom like a poison. Now, seated on my bed, I awaited the morning routine of a guard bringing breakfast—a charade of civility amidst captivity, one I had to manipulate to my advantage. The heavy door creaked open, and a guard entered, his face a mask of indifference as he carried a tray. I rose, determination tightening my spine. "I need to speak with Elijah. Immediately." My demand was clear and unwavering. His silence was the falling of a gauntlet, and he moved as if I were invisible, stepping arou
The night hung heavy in the air, wrapping me in a cocoon of silence that accentuated my solitude. The portal had vanished, leaving the forest serene yet eerily empty. I turned in a slow circle, the towering trees surrounding me like silent sentinels guarding ancient secrets.All around me, shadows danced, cast by the ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the underbrush. I shifted uneasily, my heightened senses picking up the subtle rustling of leaves and the whisper of unseen creatures moving in the dark. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as if the very air was charged with energy waiting to be unleashed.Then, a voice broke through the silence, clear and resonant, calling my name. "Alexander."I whirled around, my heart leaping in my chest as a figure stepped gracefully into a shaft of moonlight. Her hooded cloak flowed like water around her, and with a slow movement, she reached up and pulled the hood back. The sight of her sent a shock through me—a woman w
The soft crunch of leaves underfoot marked our journey through the dense forest. The symphony of chirping crickets and the faint rustle of nocturnal creatures created a haunting yet soothing backdrop. But my thoughts were far from the serenity surrounding us, caught instead in a relentless loop of urgency and frustration.Hours had slipped by since we began this trek, each passing hour a new knot of tension coiling within me. The sense of time slipping through my fingers like grains of sand was maddening. I cast a glance at Tinsley, her expression unreadable as she navigated the underbrush as though it understood her silent command.“Just a little further,” she murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance that erased none of my impatience. It wasn't enough. The thought of Olivia and our children, their lives tethered to the whims of a tyrant, burned in my mind like a branding iron.“Tinsley,” I barked, the restraint in my voice unravelling. “If I shift into my wolf form, I can carry you.
Alexander's POV The sun hung low as I approached the palace gates, an ominous silence filling the air. There, waiting with a posture that promised a steadfast determination, stood Tinsley. Her silver hair caught the fading light, a beacon against the encroaching dusk. “Are you ready to make this journey to the magical land?” she asked, her voice both soothing and filled with the gravity of the impending quest. Her words resonated with the weight of destiny and the urgency of our plight. I nodded, the resolve firm within me, though uncertainty lingered like a shadow at the edge of my thoughts. Just as we began to move forward, a familiar voice shattered the fragile calm. “Daddy, wait!” Liam’s voice reached me like a lifeline, pulling me back from the precipice. I spun around to see my son running toward me, his little legs moving with desperate urgency. My heart clenched painfully, each beat echoing with his cries. Lidia trailed behind, her voice gentle but firm as she called, “Li
Olivias povI moved forward towards the voice. The tunnels bent and swirled around me, a labyrinth that seemed to stretch into infinity. I called out again, gentler this time, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice felt tiny in the vast darkness, threading through the heavy silence. Suddenly, I caught a whisper—a voice faint yet persistent—a single word that seemed woven from the air. "Olivia..." I hesitated, feeling a tremor of both hope and fear. That voice, so distant yet unmistakably real, beckoned me with a familiarity I couldn’t ignore. My grip on the wall tightened, anchoring me as I ventured further in, letting the whisper guide me. The passage narrowed, its cold stone brushing against my arms as if ushering me onward. I heard more voices then, a soft scuffle mingling with the breeze that funnelled through the maze. Despite the chill, determination warmed my skin and coaxed courage from my bones. Ahead, a glow illuminated the gloom—a flickering light that pushed back the shado