Lidia’s POVThe weight of the moon was heavy upon us as night stretched on. My hands were stained with blood, the scent of herbs mingling with the copper tang as I worked. It was a constant battle to treat each wound, each injury a reminder that every second counted. Around me, the medics I’d helped train hurried about, yet my thoughts kept wandering.Olivia was out there, fighting for our future. I knew how burdensome the mantle of the spirit wolf was, but still, she bore it with courage. I couldn't help but glance at the wall, straining to hear for any sign of her among the chaos.“Lidia, could you hand me the salve?” Amelia, another healer, called, breaking my reverie. Her voice was laced with urgency, a life-or-death demand for what had become routine this night.“Of course,” I replied, my hands moving automatically as I passed the jar. The injured seemed endless, a sea of pain that surged around me as if to drown all hope. Yet, with each face I encountered, I felt a surge of dete
Olivia’s POVAmongst the clamour of howls and the clash of iron, I stood, feeling each breath of wind on my skin. The scent of battle filled the air, and shadows danced in the moonlight. The fighting seemed endless, stretching beyond the horizon of hope. Weariness tugged at everyone; desperation was tangible. There was no denying it—we were losing.Then, Aura's voice broke through the chaos, a gentle whisper woven through my thoughts. "Picture a shield around the city, Olivia."Confusion intertwined with sudden clarity. A shield? With nothing left to lose, I closed my eyes, focusing every fragment of willpower into Aura's request. In the darkness, I envisioned it—a shimmering barrier, radiant and unyielding, enveloping the city with ethereal warmth.As I concentrated, magic welled within me, spreading like a gentle flame. The sounds of battle faded into the ether, replaced by a serene hum. The winds shifted gently, caressing my face as if encouraging my conviction. Within the abyss of
I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath, straightening my posture. Tears wouldn't help now. I had to be strong, not just for Alexander and myself but for everyone relying on me. With resolve in my heart, I rose to face the battles yet to come.Victor entered quietly, his gaze understanding and warm. I turned to him, trying to mask the break in my composure. "He won't wake up," I said, each word an effort against the sadness that clung to my thoughts.Victor approached slowly, his eyes filled with a sorrow akin to my own. "I'm so sorry, Olivia," he murmured, his voice barely breaking the stillness of the room.Struggling to hold onto my strength, I replied, "I can’t do this without him."Victor knelt beside me, his presence a comforting weight. "I promise," he said softly, conviction lining every word, "we will find a way to fix this."As if reacting to Victor’s words, a moment of calm settled over us. While the world beyond lay drenched in chaos, here was a pocket of quiet, a respite f
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
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 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
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
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
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