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?"
Standing by the door, I tried desperately to hold myself together as the weight of the room bore down on me. Each heartbeat seemed to echo in the silence, a relentless reminder of the chaos threatening our world. But it was too much—too many lives hanging in the balance. My resolve crumbled, and I slipped outside, letting the door close softly behind me.Leaning against the cold wall, I let the tears fall. They cascaded down my cheeks, each one a conduit for the fear and frustration bottled up within me. I was the spirit wolf—supposedly powerful, supposedly untouchable—yet the darkness seemed intent on unravelling everything I held dear. A sob escaped, shattering the quiet night.A gentle hand rested on my shoulder, its weight both an anchor and a reassurance. I turned, finding solace in Victor's eyes, brimming with unspoken support. Without hesitation, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his strong arms offering the comfort only a brother could provide."What if I lose him?" I mumbled
Olivia's POVThe moment I stepped into the Elders' Hall, the tension was almost palpable. The air was thick with a sense of unease, whispers echoing off the wooden walls. Everyone was gathered, and fear was evident in the set lines of their faces. No time to waste.I strode forward, my voice unwavering and clear amidst the turmoil. "I've sent word to every pack," I declared, making sure my words carried across the room. "We are calling every soldier willing to fight with us."The Head Elder, his age marked by the many lines across his face, bowed his head solemnly. "The city gates are closed, Olivia. We have soldiers on the wall. The army approaches fast." His voice trembled slightly, the gravity of the situation settling in."Reed won't allow anyone else to enter," I continued, frustration bubbling beneath my calm exterior. "And there's no knowing if he hasn't already attacked other packs." My heart clenched at the thought, knowing the lengths Reed would go to for power."There are t
Olivia's POVA blinding light penetrated my closed lids, and I instinctively squeezed them tighter to ward off its impertinence. The sound of waves mingled with my heartbeat, which thudded loudly against my ribs in question. Where was this place? I cautiously opened my eyes, squinting against the unfamiliar brightness. As I sat up, the world wobbled, and I blinked to clear my vision. My surroundings took on shape—the sand beneath me warm, the air tinged with salt and freedom, yet stark in its refusal to reveal any hints of familiarity. "Where am I?" I murmured, my voice lost amidst the symphony of crashing waves and whispering winds.A voice from behind me answered, gentle yet commanding, "Do not worry, my child; you are safe."My senses jolted to alertness, instincts primed for confrontation. I spun around, my heart a wild drum, only to lock eyes with the most ethereal figure I'd ever seen. A woman stood there, her silver hair cascading like moonlit waterfalls, her skin luminous, and
alexanders povMy heart thundered painfully in my chest as I carried Olivia swiftly toward the healer’s chamber. The fear of losing her was an ice-cold grip on my soul, even as adrenaline urged my legs to move faster than ever before. Lidia rushed beside me, her face a mask of determination and disbelief, the same storm raging inside her, underscored by the urgency thrumming between us all.When we reached the healer's chamber, the air inside was thick with the mingled scents of herbs and sterile remedies. The healers moved with practised skill, immediately taking Olivia from my arms and gently setting her onto the bed. I lingered my body tense with a mix of dread and hope, torn by the need to be beside her and the haunting pull of helplessness.Olivia lay still, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The sight twisted something inside me, a visceral ache that threatened to unleash my wolf's protective ire. I turned away for a moment, desperate to hold onto some semblance
Olivias pov Gasping, I focused on the beating of my heart, which seemed to drum a hasty rhythm as fear clawed at me. Aura’s voice wavered in my mind, her once bright presence dimming to a mere echo. A terrifying thought struck me: what if she faded entirely? The world tilted sharply, and I clung to the wall, desperate for anything solid to anchor me.“Olivia!” The voice was distant yet persistent, weaving through the haze that threatened to overwhelm me. Each breath became a labour, a battle against the suffocating pressure in my chest.I willed Aura to return, to guide me through the fog, but silence was my only answer. Panic twisted in my gut, and I squeezed my eyes closed, blocking out the churning room. When I opened them, Alexander's face hovered before me, his expression a mask of worried intensity.His words reached me as a blur, each syllable dipping in and out of clarity. Yet, it was the fear in his eyes that cut through the murk clouding my mind. I tried to speak, but my vo
Olivia's POVThe Elder’s building stood tall. My footsteps echoed softly as I entered, the grandeur of the place failing to settle the storm within my chest. I felt a twinge of weakness that I had to hide. There was no time to falter. The Elders would be awaiting an explanation, waiting to hear what had transpired and what we must do next.Inside, the air was thick with expectation. The Elders turned toward me as I approached, their wizened faces a tapestry of curiosity and caution. The Head Elder was the first to speak, his voice a rumble of authority. "Olivia, your feat today was extraordinary," he began, a note of admiration threading through his words. “Your power held the line, and for that, we are grateful.”I nodded, feeling a pull to sit but resisting. “Thank you, but there’s still much to do,” I replied, steadying my voice even as my heart fluttered with fatigue."The army Reed led," I began, glancing at Alexander beside me for strength. They were cursed and manipulated by d
Alexander's POVI lunged at Reed, every ounce of my strength focused on finally putting an end to this treachery. Yet, Reed danced out of reach, dodging my swings masterfully. His slippery nature frustrated me to no end, but I couldn't afford to let that irritate my concentration.The sound of battle echoed around us, our pack and Reed's army falling into a chaotic rhythm. Then, a sudden light illuminated the battlefield, casting a warm, golden glow that seemed to wrap everything in a serene embrace. The fighting ceased momentarily, everyone's attention drawn to the source of the spectacle.There atop the wall stood Olivia, radiant and ethereal. Her eyes glowed with unearthly light, and rays of energy slipped from her body, cascading out like the sun's benevolent touch. Even in the midst of chaos, she was a goddess untouched by the grime and madness of battle.Reed's cocky composure faltered, disbelief evident in his voice as he muttered, "What the hell...?"His awe at Olivia's transf
Olivia's POVStanding at the highest point of the wall, everything before me faded into the distance. I focused on the dark sea of Reed's army, their presence like a lingering storm threatening to wash away everything we held dear. The wind whipped around me, carrying whispers of courage and fear, memories of battles fought and won.“Aura,” I murmured, feeling the powerful connection with my spirit guide envelop me like a comforting embrace. Her presence was a beacon of light in the uncertainty, a reminder of the destiny that had led me here."Olivia," her familiar and soothing voice echoed in my mind. You hold the power to end this. Feel it, embrace it. The light within you is enough to shatter the shadows around Reed, break the spell he holds on these poor souls, and leave him exposed and weak."Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes, envisioning the glowing light that pulsed within my core. It spread gradually, filling every part of me with warmth and purpose. As I opened myself to the
Alexander's POVI watched Olivia walk away, caught in a brief moment of vulnerability mixed with pride. Her courage was remarkable, her presence as powerful as any warrior. But the situation demanded my focus. I turned back to the battle below, glaring down at Reed with a searing intensity.Standing on the edge of the wall, the scene unfolded before me like a dark, twisted tapestry. Reed's army battered against our shield—an invisible wall of protection woven by Olivia's magic.Victor's voice pulled me back. "Alexander, what are you doing?" he asked, apprehension evident in his tone.I tightened my grip on the sword, feeling the weight of the decision in my bones. "I'm going to end this, Victor," I replied, eyes fixed on my foe. "I'm going to crush him like the bug he is."Before he could respond, I leapt from the wall, landing with the grace and ferocity of a wolf in the midst of prey. The barrier parted for me, Olivia's magic recognising its keeper, allowing my passage like an old f
Olivia's pov My heart pounded as I reached the top of the wall, my eyes scanning the horizon. Below, Reed and his army came to a halt, their presence a dark blot against the vibrant tapestry of the landscape. Reed stood at the forefront, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on me. He raised his voice, the words slicing through the tension like a blade. "Last chance, Olivia! Join me or meet the same fate as the rest of these pitiful creatures!"I locked eyes with Reed, feeling the weight of his words settle over me like a heavy blanket. The army behind him seemed to shift and ripple, restless and foreboding. But I felt no fear—only a fierce, unyielding resolve.Taking a deep breath, I stepped to the edge of the wall, letting the brisk air clear my thoughts. I knew what was at stake. This wasn’t just a battle for survival; it was a fight for everything I held dear—my family, my pack, my future."Reed," I called out, my voice steady and unwavering. "You know nothing of true strength. You hide b
Olivia's POVI stood on the balcony of our quarters, looking out across the city where others went about their duties with a determined energy, everyone having felt the pinch of uncertainty. The sun crested the horizon, casting a golden glow over the land."Feeling anxious?" Victor’s voice broke my trance. He joined me, leaning against the railing, his gaze following mine across the bustling scene below."A bit," I admitted, the admission almost a relief. "I keep wondering what he's planning next. Reed won’t stay hidden for long."Victor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "No, he won't. But remember, we’ve outmaneuvered him before, and we can do it again."The tension in my chest eased a fraction at his words. Family was my cornerstone, and Victor’s presence reminded me that I wasn’t alone. "Thank you," I said sincerely, grateful for the bond that had always pulled us through. The calmness seemed unreal, given the turmoil that lingered just beyond the city's boundaries. Standing besid